The snow in the mountains hangs on the branches, and the dead branches and trees obscure the road ahead. Soon the snow soaked the coats of the two, and they circled around the foot of the mountain for a long time, and a hidden place was revealed in front of Dongfang Shiming's eyes.

Hidden in the middle of the dead forest, there is a hut made of broken bricks, like a small pile of inconspicuous stones.

It's a hut, but it's the kind of little roadside shrine that can be found everywhere in the countryside. It is only about waist-level with a person, and it is more like a simple hut that accommodates wild dogs in the mountains.

The cold wind gusted, and Dongfang Shiming shrank back. Bai Yikao walked towards the hut and said to him, "It's here." ”

Dongfang Shiming noticed a corner of torn quilt peeking out of the hut, which seemed to have been inhabited here. But what does this place have to do with Bai Yikao, and why did he bring himself here?

"Actually, I understand your thoughts." Suddenly, Bai Yikao said to himself, "I also understand the old man's attitude towards me." You must be thinking that if the old man really insisted on opposing me, then he wouldn't have left a souvenir of that house, and he wouldn't have contracted the autumn curtain painting banquet, right? I'm not a fan of the authorities, and I understand it. ”

Dongfang Shiming put his hand in his pocket and listened quietly to him. That's exactly what he's thinking, but not now.

"The whole family, except for my little sister, no one can understand my choice. Maybe you don't understand it either, do you? Bai Yikao squatted down in front of the hut and looked up at Dongfang Shiming, "Actually, you don't need to understand this kind of thing." ”

"If you want to speak, I can listen." Dongfang Shiming also walked over, "If this is a secret, I will help you keep it secret." ”

"Thank you." Bai Yikao lowered his head, "You and Xiaomei will be a family sooner or later, and I won't treat you as an outsider." Maybe you can't understand me after listening to my reasons, but maybe you can change your mind a little and think that my big brother is not so naïve. ”

Dongfang Shiming understood. It turned out that Bai Yikao brought himself here because the roots of Bai Yikao's choice to embark on the road of painting were buried here.

It was also at this time that Dongfang Shiming understood that although the two had met for a short time, he had been comparing himself intentionally or unintentionally.

No one asked for this kind of thing, but this was Bai Yikao's own heart. Especially when he is about to take over his most cherished sister, his complicated state of mind can probably be expected.

After figuring out what was in front of him, Dongfang Shiming felt a little apologetic to this eldest brother.

"Big Brother Bai, what are these words?" Dongfang Shiming approached the hut and looked inside, "What's in here?" ”

Although it has been uninhabited for a long time, it still has an old and unique atmosphere. Dongfang Shiming looked over, but saw that there was nothing inside except a few scattered and worn quilts.

But he was also keenly aware that there were some dark marks on the "wall" made of broken bricks. If he guessed correctly, these were the handwriting left by ink.

"Could it be...... Where was ever? Dongfang Shiming wanted to speak and stopped, and he had a conjecture in his heart.

Bai Yikao glanced at him sideways. After a long groan, he reached through the piled quilts and groped for something.

Seeing this, Dongfang Shiming couldn't help but be slightly surprised: "This is ...... A painting? ”

What Bai Yikao took out was indeed a yellowed and dilapidated painting. A lot of the paper has been broken around it, and only the relatively intact inked part in the middle remains.

Although the ink color is also very old, the picture is very blurry. But it is enough to see the vigorous brushstrokes, between the vertical and horizontal ink colors, outlining a majestic rain and rock bamboo picture.

It is enough to see that the style of this painting is extremely wild and uninhibited, and it can no longer even be described as "chic".

"You can see it." Bai Yikao and Dongfang Shiming looked at this old painting together, and said after a while, "I have always aimed for this style of painting, and over the years, it is probably a little similar." ”

Dongfang Shiming recalled the painting that Bai Yikao made when he was surrounded by people. It does seem to have similarities with the painting in front of you in terms of brushwork and style, but it is also difficult to distinguish between them.

Bai Yikao handed the painting to Dongfang Shiming. He rubbed the fragile folds around the scroll and looked at it carefully.

"There are a few more, but none of them are well preserved." Bai Yikao said to himself, "If you are still interested, I will bring them one by one." ”

Oriental poet's gaze repeatedly examines the scroll. Hearing Bai Yikao say this, he casually agreed: "Okay." ”

Such wild brushwork is similar to that of a painting maniac, but it is not as refined and detached as a painting maniac. Although he does not have a deep understanding of the painting, he can also see that the painting carries a certain indescribable emotion.

While thinking about it, Bai Yikao had already brought Dongfang Shiming all the remaining works.

"Look at that one all the time, do you have any ideas?" Bai Yikao asked as he handed over the remaining three or four yellowed old pieces of paper in his hand.

Dongfang Shiming shook his head with a smile. After all, I thought that these things had nothing to do with me, and the purpose of coming here was to relieve Bai Yikao's mood. Just listen to him.

With that in mind, he took the painting that was handed him. However, when he opened the first one, his pupils shrank suddenly.

“…… This is, what's going on? ”

A scene that flashes through my mind coincides with the ephemeral picture of the paper in front of me. He suddenly felt dizzy, which frightened Bai Yikao next to him.

"What happened?" Bai Yikao hurriedly came over. Looking at the unfolding picture, he still didn't understand why Dongfang Shiming reacted so violently.

Truly. It's just a snow-stained mountain, a snowfield surrounded by low mountains. A corner is clinging to a few lonely village houses, and the feeling of vastness and remoteness falls with scattered snow droplets.

It's really just an ordinary picture. However, what is depicted in this scene is exactly the same as the scene in the Xiangfeng area!

The perspective adopted in the painting is the mountain road that Dongfang Shiming had to pass when he went to Xiangfeng Temple twice, so his impression is extremely clear. Whether it's a village or a ravine...... It's all the same.

But. Dongfang Shiming followed the vein of memory to find the past, but in the picture, there was no elephant wind view.

Originally, the place where the wind was like a view of the wind was only a wilderness covered by snow. Dongfang Shiming couldn't help frowning, and his mind was uncertain.

This...... Is it a coincidence?

He held his forehead and suppressed the doubts in his heart. In Bai Yikao's puzzled gaze, he slowly opened the remaining ones.

The other paintings, similar to the first one, have become object paintings rather than landscapes. Dongfang Shiming was a little disappointed, but after a closer look, he could find that the "Elephant Wind View Map" was the most worn inside.