After crossing the sea of flowers, I didn't have the initial joy, just because I saw the bamboo house in front of me, where there was a faint loneliness, as if it was left behind and independent. There is also some sadness in people's hearts. Around the bamboo house, there are several clusters of flowers, different from what I saw before, these are goose yellow and white chrysanthemums, revealing a faint fragrance. The banyan tree silk drooped slightly, covering the top of the bamboo house, and when I came here, my heart somehow settled down.

Chen Xuan gently pushed open the wooden door outside the house, and there was a squeak, and the low voice carried a kind of mystery. I followed Chen Xuan's footsteps and entered with him. I thought in my heart, is the person who lives here a hermit with an indifferent nature, or a beautiful woman who has no quarrel with the world?

The furnishings inside the bamboo house are simple and elegant, and there is a table on which there is a pot of orchids in addition to the four treasures of the study. It reminds me of the bamboo house where I first met Chen Xuan. Thinking of this, he raised his eyes and looked at Chen Xuan's back again, he seemed to be thinking about something at this time, and I didn't bother, just look around, next to the table, there was a bookshelf, and the books on it were neatly arranged, and it could be seen that the owner of the house was careful, but it seemed to be covered with dust, and it seemed that no one had cleaned it for some time.

"Bingxi." Chen Xuan suddenly turned around and looked at me.

"Huh?" I replied in confusion.

"Are you wondering who this room used to be owned?" This voice carries a distant fantasy, perhaps, it is to see things and think about people. I nodded.

"Let me in." Chen Xuan showed a faint smile, then took my hand and walked inside.

As soon as I entered the inner room, I saw a purple gauze curtain floating gently, and a dressing box and a bronze mirror were placed next to the table. This should be a woman's boudoir. Going inside, I watched Chen Xuan suddenly stand quietly next to the dresser, picked up a wooden comb and was thinking about something, then walked to the bed, picked up a painting from under the pillow, and then put it on the table and slowly spread it out. As he looked at it, I was stunned, and there was a woman painted on it. What surprised me the most was that the woman was dressed in a moon-white dress, with light blue tassels around her waist, which was an understatement but could outline her beauty. The long hair like silk satin is flying slightly, the soft eyebrows, and the starry eyes have a touch of coldness, but the delicate nose on the face, the jade cheeks are red, the red lips are dotted, and the flawless melon seed face is as crystal as jade, and the delicate snow skin without the slightest flaw is like ice and snow, but you can feel her alluring country and city, and her blue heart.

"Such a beautiful woman." I couldn't help but exclaim, I had never seen such a beautiful person, and it made a deep impression on my mind at first sight. Could it be that the woman in this painting is Chen Xuan's sweetheart?

"Really, it's beautiful." Chen Xuan also said, but his tone lacked the usual gentleness, but more sadness.

I sighed slightly, this must have evoked some memories for him. Walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him silently. And Chen Xuan just stood quietly in front of the table, and suddenly asked me: "Bingxi, I, can I help you draw a picture?" ”

Chen Xuan didn't look at me, but I heard that his tone at this time was a little distant, and only nodded.

"So, how do you want to draw me?" The first time someone helped me paint a self-portrait, of course I was a little curious.

"You just have to sit quietly." Chen Xuan turned around, put away the pair on the table, and then looked at me quietly, and then began to pick up the pen.

Chen Xuan's posture is really temperamental, he gently rolled up his sleeves, the ink-colored handwriting kept stopping and walking on the rice paper, the wind blew gently, and a few strands of hair hung lightly, which made him even more gentle, and he couldn't help but be fascinated and fall into contemplation. Why is there a feeling? I always feel that he is not a stranger to Chen Xuan, and it seems that he has known each other a long time ago?

Chen Xuan raised his eyes, just in time to see Bing Xi looking at him intently. The four eyes met, and a soft feeling came to my heart. This kind of look is a kind of inquiry, a kind of doubt, and a kind of confusion. For the first time, he couldn't guess the feeling. He only wished that time would always stand still.

The glow began to spread across the sky, staining it a faint red. As soon as the brush in Chen Xuan's hand was closed, a beautiful painting was already presented in front of him. The person in the painting is slim, the moon-white dress hangs lightly, a strand of hair is simply pulled up, and the elegance is the best description of her, the purple sand mask, so that people can't see her face clearly, only a pair of eyes are left, revealing some agility, revealing some gentleness, which makes people fall deeply.

After sitting for so long, his legs were a little numb, and he looked at Chen Xuan a little impatiently. "Chen Xuan, are you alright?"

Chen Xuan nodded, and the corners of his gentle mouth curled slightly. "It's been a long time."

After hearing what he had to say, I hurriedly stood up and walked towards him, anxious to see what my self-portrait was. As soon as I walked away, I was a little amazed when I saw it, this is really like. I saw Chen Xuan close his eyes and ponder for a while, and then picked up the brush and inscribed a poem on the painting. : 'There are vines and grass in the wild, and there is no dew?'. There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful. Encounters and encounters are suitable for my wishes. There are female peers, Yan Ru Shunying. Will soar, Peiyu will general. Bimei Meng Jiang, Deyin does not forget. The pen rotated and swung strongly, and he scolded Fang Xuan.

I was stunned, what a masterpiece. Even I am ashamed of myself. "Chen Xuan, sometimes I have to wonder who you really are? It's not a simple businessman. I'm wondering, are you some kind of prince and noble? ”

Chen Xuan smiled and gently put the pen next to the inkstone, and then said, "Oh? Why? ”

"Because of your temperament, and your mannerisms."

"Huh." Chen Xuan looked at the painting and asked me, "Bingxi, do you like it?" ”

I nodded thoughtlessly: "Chen Xuan, give me this painting." ”

"That's exactly what I mean. However, put it with me for now, and I'll give it to you later. Chen Xuan chuckled.

I looked at him suspiciously, "Why?" You don't want to say you're going to collect Miss Ben's portrait. ”

"Huh. You'll find out later. Chen Xuan turned around. Put away the painting.

The sunset afterglow pours in the bamboo forest, the mist is lightly enveloped, with a little mystery, which makes people fascinated and makes people feel much more comfortable in their hearts. In the bamboo forest, two figures sat quietly on the mossy stone steps, looking up at the sky together.

The glow was reflected on Bingxi's side face, and Chen Xuan watched quietly, and had already made a wish in his heart.

"Chen Xuan, it's not too early. It's time for us to go back, too. lest they worry about the sleeveless and the bright. I got up and said with a smile. When I think of the sleeveless expression, I really want to laugh.

Chen Xuan nodded. Ride back with me.

Thank you, Chen Xuan, for bringing me to this place, and thank you for bringing me such a wonderful memory. However, I'm leaving, and I don't want to be a burden to you, so let's get together and disperse.