The day after teaching Meng Xiang how to make a fairy mirror, Lin Xiangdi began to look for Yu Yao everywhere in the city.

Xuanzang also chose to stay here for a while, because in the city of Menyi, there was a magnificent temple, and he wanted to visit his master in this temple.

Meng Xiang was busy making some fairy mirrors at home, and when he saw the depressed Lin Xiangdi coming back, he asked anxiously, "Did you hear anything?" ”

Lin Xiangdi shook his head in frustration.

Meng Xiang scratched his head and thought for a long time and said, "Why don't we draw your lover and ask again, how about it?" ”

Lin Xiangdi found a small chair in the courtyard and sat down, held his cheeks, and said weakly: "But I don't know how to draw at all." ”

Meng Xiang said: "Then let's find someone who can paint, you tell him, he will paint for you, how about it?" ”

Now that Yu Yao is alive and dead, the last news An Zhenbing left to Lin Xiangdi is that Yu Yao seems to have been taken away by a lackey under the second prince, as for where he took it, and who the big lackey is, he doesn't know all this.

Menyi City is not far from Cixian City, and it is also the only way to go to the capital, An Zhenbing once analyzed that Ghost San'er and Boss Mo joined forces to make a move to divert the tiger from the mountain, deceived Lin Xiangdi, and then arrested Yu Yao, but in just two days, Ghost San'er should not have taken Yu Yao to too remote places, if it was instructed by the master of Ghost San'er, it should be sent to the second prince's mansion. But the second prince was not in Cixian City at that time, and it was estimated that the third ghost would find a way to send Yu Yao to the capital. This is also the main reason why Lin Xiangdi went to Menyi City. Meng Xiang's suggestion is a good way, let's use a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

The painter who was invited turned out to be a young girl, only fifteen or sixteen years old. Meng Xiang walked in front and entered the courtyard.

Lin Xiangdi and Xuanzang both looked at this milky little girl and thought: Could it be that Meng Xiang is playing with himself.

Meng Xiang said to Lin Xiangdi: "This is the daughter of the best master of our painters here, Zhou Jin. Her painting skills are also first-class, and she has no problem painting personal portraits. As he spoke, he turned his head and smiled humbly at the girl. Lin Xiangdi is a little worried, a little hairy girl, can she look like it?

The girl looked unruly, glanced at Lin Xiangdi and said, "You want to paint?" ”

Lin Xiangdi nodded.

The girl spread out the paper a little impatiently, prepared all kinds of paints, and said to Lin, "Let's start." ”

Lin Xiangdi asked rhetorically: "What to start?" ”

The girl said, "What does the person you want to draw look like?" ”

Lin Xiangdi said "oh", and slowly said to the girl: "Melon seed face, skin is quite white, and eyes are ......."

The girl interrupted him and said, "Stop, stop, stop!" You're talking about the same. How many people look like this, you know? If you think about it, what is she like in your heart? ”

This statement stumped Lin Xiangdi, he scratched his ears and cheeks and thought for a long time, and held back a sentence: "She is very beautiful." ”

The girl's eyes widened, and she spread her hands and asked, "Just those three words?" ”

Lin Xiangdi said a little impatiently: "However, I really don't know how to describe it." What is she like in my heart? Unless you go into my heart and look at it. ”

The girl's chest was heaving, panting heavily, and her face was flushed with anger. After a long time, she spoke: "Okay, then you can tell me, what do you think is her beauty?" You can always say that, right? ”

Lin Xiangdi took his eyes off the girl's face and began to think about Yu Yao. He muttered: "When she is the most beautiful, it should be when she sells fairy mirrors, she is very energetic, her eyebrows and eyes are smiling, and that kind of affinity makes people feel very comfortable." At night, we used to lean together to look at the stars, and at that time, her eyes were the most beautiful, as if all the stars had fallen into her eyes. ”

"I also like to see her hair in her hands. Her hair is very dark, and she usually likes to wear a high ponytail, but every time she washes her hair, when she sits in the yard to dry her hair, it is like a Mona Lisa, demure and warm. ”

"I love her mouth too. I remember that time, when we kissed, her mouth was like a strawberry ......"

Lin Xiangdi suddenly stopped talking, because he saw that the three people sitting there, Xuanzang, Meng Xiang, and the girl, all opened their mouths wide and looked at him in surprise.

Confused, he asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Meng Xiang blushed, pulled him aside, and whispered: "Big brother, there is a difference between men and women, you see that although Zhou Jin is still young, she is a girl after all, how can you say this kind of thing in front of her." What's more, there is a big monk poking there! ”

Lin Xiangdi felt very embarrassed all of a sudden, and he secretly glanced back. Xuanzang had already slipped away, and the girl began to splash ink.

He apologized to Meng Xiang and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, on a whim, I forgot to be proportionate." Forgive me, forgive me! ”

Meng Xiang also noticed that the girl was painting at the moment, so he didn't say anything anymore. Walked over with Lin Xiangdi and watched her draw.

At the beginning, Lin Xiangdi really didn't see anything, but as the girl's dexterous hand moved quickly on the drawing paper, and the outline of the character became clearer and clearer, Lin Xiangdi began to feel a heartfelt admiration from his heart.

He didn't describe Yu Yao's appearance in detail, occasionally the girl raised her head to ask for some details, and then lowered her head to paint. However, seeing that the characters in this girl's pen are becoming more and more expressive, more and more like Yu Yao, he feels very incredible.

Meng Xiang hadn't seen Yu Yao, but he was also staring intently at the paintbrush in Zhou Jin's hand, the brushes seemed to have a magical power, and each stroke was confident and just right.

Lin Xiangdi couldn't help but gasp.

The face of the character in the painting has been completed, and it is Yu Yao who is alive. He tried his best to see the face on the painting, he missed it so much, but tears filled the face, blurring his vision.

The girl, Zhou Jin, was immersed in the painting at the moment, unaware of the two who were staring at her intently. Her mouth was pursed vigorously, and the lines on her face seemed very tense, and that tension also came from her self-confidence.

After about half an hour, she let out a long exhale, and the serious expression on her face was replaced by a relaxed one, and she said, "Let's see, if it's the person you're looking for." ”

Lin Xiangdi was speechless in surprise. Meng Xiang asked on the side: "Isn't it?" Is it the same person who told you? Hey, you speak. What do you want? ”

What else can be said? That's the vivid Yu Yao. Except for the color of the clothes, the rest is no different. On the day Yu Yao was taken away, she was wearing a white dress, but Yu Yao in the painting was wearing a tulle dress with crimson gold ornaments.

He raised his head, his Adam's apple moved up and down, he tried his best to stop his tears, and asked Zhou Jin pretending to be relaxed: "Why do you draw so similarly?" It's like you've seen her. ”

Zhou Jin pursed his lips disdainfully and said, "Just paint a portrait, why do you ask so much?" ”

Lin Xiangdi said: "It's just curious. I didn't expect you to be able to draw so well at such a young age, and we can all be profilers there. When he said this, Lin Xiangdi was sincerely praising Zhou Jin.

But Zhou Jin didn't appreciate it at all, and asked rhetorically: "What is a profiler?" ”

Lin Xiangdi felt that it was very difficult to explain to the people of the Tang Dynasty to describe the profiler, and he didn't know how to describe it. He had no choice but to scratch his head and say, "Anyway, it's one of our painters over there." By the way, you've done me such a great favor, how much should I pay you? ”

Before Zhou Jin could speak, a middle-aged man in his forties appeared outside Meng Xiang's house, walking in apologetically. Meng Xiang hurriedly stepped forward to say hello: "Brother Zhou, you are here." Come in. ”

Without waiting for Meng Xiang's introduction, the middle-aged man introduced himself: "In the next Zhou Daoqian, I have something to go out before, and when I come back, I heard that Meng Xiang called the little girl to come here to paint, so I came to take a look." I'm afraid that the little girl will make a mistake. ”

Meng Xiang politely said to Brother Zhou, "Big brother, you are polite. Ling Yuan's paintings are very good, it seems that I have completely learned the essence of you. ”

Brother Zhou smiled and said, "Where is it, I'll take a look." As he spoke, he picked up the portrait of Yu Yao on the table.

But he just glanced at it, let out an exclamation, and then the whole person stopped moving as if petrified. Meng Xiang asked, "Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou, what's wrong with you?" ”

But this week, the eldest brother didn't care about etiquette at all, rolled the painting indiscriminately, stuffed it into his arms, and took Zhou Jin, who was packing up his things, and walked out of the yard, Zhou Jin shouted: "Daddy, wait, I didn't take the things." ”

Brother Zhou was like hiding from the plague god, eagerly pulling his daughter away, ignoring his daughter's painting at all.

Lin Xiangdi took the lead in front of Brother Zhou, suppressed the anger in the center and asked: "Brother Zhou, I asked Ling Yuan to help me draw a missing person notice, I don't know what happened to Brother Zhou?" Please be clear. ”

Brother Zhou pushed Lin Xiangdi's body away vigorously, and was about to rush out. Meng Xiang, who was still stunned in front of him, also rushed over at this time and said to Brother Zhou: "Brother Zhou, I don't know what happened?" Why are you so angry all of a sudden? If this brother of mine is reckless, please forgive me. ”

Lin Xiangdi turned his head to look at Meng Xiang in confusion, and Meng Xiang winked at him.

At this time, Xuanzang, who heard the sound outside the house, also walked out of the house and looked at a few people.

Lin Xiangdi said: "Brother Zhou, you can go." But please leave the portrait I want. ”

Brother Zhou said angrily: "This painting is absolutely impossible for you." ”

Lin Xiangdi said: "Please keep the painting, as for the salary, I will pay twice the price." ”

Brother Zhou's eyes widened angrily, put his face close to Lin Xiangdi's face, and said to him word by word: "I don't want your stinky money, I want my life." ”

This sentence still makes Lin Xiangdi feel elusive. How can a painting involve life?