"Do you want to see what she looks like now?"

Jing Jian's heart suddenly moved, his eyes looked at Su Huaishan with complicated eyes, and he whispered: "If you want to see it, I'll draw it for you to see." ”

Su Huaishan blinked in surprise, and then asked with a shocked face: "Painting?" Can you draw Xi'er? How to draw? Will Xi'er be able to meet me after the drawing? ”

"......" Jingjian suddenly choked up, shook his head and said, "No, just let you see what she looks like now." ”

"Oh."

Su Huaishan was a little disappointed.

Jing Jian saw his father-in-law's disappointed expression, and sighed helplessly: "You haven't seen her for many years, and now she is more mature, her appearance has changed slightly, and she is more stable." By the way, and Huan'er, you haven't seen it yet! You have been guarding the eastern frontier for many years, and you have not returned to Beijing for many years, so you are homesick when you think about it. Today, I will draw you the people of the Su family! Hope it helps you recover your memory. ”

Although the ghost doctor didn't want to see him, he also asked people to tell him that talking more about things related to the person concerned could achieve the effect of stimulating the person to recover his memory. Of course, it may not be useful, but it can be tried.

This statement was also said to Xi Xiangduo by him.

Jingjian went to let people bring pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

He spread out the rice paper, pressed it with a paperweight, polished the ink, and then gently dipped the brush in the black ink, and his eyes carefully depicted the beloved person who had been carved into the bone marrow and buried deep in his heart little by little.

His painting skills are not excellent.

But it's not bad.

With just a few brushstrokes, Su Chengxi's demeanor was vividly drawn on the paper, as if the person in the painting would wink mischievously at him with a delicate smile in the next moment. He painted, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curled upward.

It can be seen that the matter of painting the portrait of Su Chengxi is something to be happy for him.

He didn't paint for long, about half an hour, and he silently put down his pen.

After the rice paper had dried somewhat, he carefully brought the paperweight, picked up the portrait and gently blew the ink that had not yet dried, and turned around and took it to Su Huaishan.

He said with soft eyes: "Dad, let's see, how similar is the woman in this painting to Xi'er in your impression?" ”

"Like, it's too similar."

Su Huaishan felt that the person in the painting was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was, he wrung his brows and said very uncomfortably: "Who is she, why do I have an impression?" ”

"This is Xi'er."

Jingjian said seriously: "This is the current Xi'er, she has grown up." ”

"No, it's not Xi'er, Xi'er is still waiting for me to go back and teach her to ride a big horse."

Su Huaishan only felt that his head was very painful, and the pain made him sweat profusely and spasm all over his body.

He felt that the person in the painting was very familiar, and he thought about it, but he couldn't remember anything.

He had a vague sense that this person was important to him, but his head was empty.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of the slightest.

It was very uncomfortable for him.

Jing Jian saw that his forehead was sweating, his muscles were tense, and the gauze in several places had oozed blood, and his eyes sank slightly, and he hurriedly ordered Zeng Ming, who was guarding at the door, to call the ghost doctor Qi Baiguang.

When Qi Baiguang came, he was very unhappy.

As soon as he entered the door and saw Jing Jian, his nose was not a nose and his eyes were not eyes, and he said angrily: "Don't go too far, you little cub, you want the old man to save people, and you want to disturb the old man!" People are lying in bed to recuperate, what do you have to provoke others to do? The old man knows that you kid is doing all the things that lack virtue! ”

(End of chapter)