When Steward Lei took Su Yin upstairs and opened the door to come in, Su Yin smelled the faint smell of blood coming from the room, and immediately froze.

Butler Lei turned on the light on the wall, and the two of them saw Su Wu sitting in front of the easel with his back to them.

The two walked over, and the smell of blood grew stronger and stronger.

When Su Yin approached, when he saw the scene in front of him, his pupils shrank, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

The weak and slender young man has a thin body, is sitting in front of the easel holding a paintbrush, sketching a slender and graceful figure one stroke at a time, it is a girl, wearing a red dress, although she can't see her face, she can still feel the girl's flamboyant and obedient temperament, arrogant and unstoppable.

It's just a back, but for some reason, Su Yin immediately thought of a goddaughter he just recognized yesterday - Jiang Yu.

The distressed voice of the thunder steward came from his ears: "Young master, what are you doing!" If you want to paint without red paint, can you just say no to me? Why hurt your body! ”

Listening to Steward Lei's words, Su Yin came back to his senses.

His gaze fell on the back of Su Wu's bloodied hand, the red dress on the drawing paper was as bright as fire, extremely dazzling, and the ground was dripping with mottled bloodstains, so you can imagine how much blood was used.

"Ah Wu, does it hurt?" Su Yin was distressed and couldn't breathe.

There were no dangerous tools in the room, except for the half of the needle lying on the floor.

The silver, cold-colored needles were stained with blood, and they were lying quietly in a pool of blood at the moment.

The young man in front of the easel didn't seem to hear it, but just took the brush in his hand and sketched it one by one.

The wound was still bleeding, and a large amount of blood was lost, which added a touch of sickness to the young man's already pale face, and he was sickly, and his black eyes were also empty and emotionless.

No matter how Su Yin and Steward Lei persuaded or said, Su Wu still didn't have the slightest reaction, and sat there silently painting.

At the end of the painting, Su Wu slowly stopped holding the fingertips of the paintbrush.

On the pure white drawing paper, the girl stands in front of the dark castle, wearing a red long dress, prosperous and noble, the long black hair is slightly curly, with a gust of wind, the long hair dances in the wind, sassy and lazy.

No face, only a back.

But it gives people a sense of surrender.

Compared with Su Wu's previous paintings, there is less depression and suffocation, and more vivid publicity.

Su Yin looked at Su Wu's bleeding wound, and he was anxious, but he didn't dare to rashly take Su Wu's hand to bandage it.

Pain is one thing, but more importantly, he is afraid that Su Wu will hate him.

Su Yin has lived a lifetime, his wife died early, and the only concern in his heart is his son.

I can't wait to hold it in the palm of my hand all the time, for fear that he will fall and get hurt.

In his anxiety, Su Yin found that after Su Wu finished painting, he sat there quietly and looked at the painting without saying a word.

If the person in the painting is really Jiang Fei......

I remembered Su Wu's different attitude towards Jiang Yu last night, and when Steward Lei came to him just now, he said that Su Wu went downstairs to find someone.

Su Yin had to have a guess in his heart.

He hesitated for a moment, and said tentatively softly: "Ah Wu, are you looking for a concubine?" ”

The young man in front of him paused with his fingertips holding the paintbrush, he didn't speak, but silently put the paintbrush aside.

When the thunderbolt saw this, he was shocked.

Hey, the young master actually listened to it and reacted!