The morning breeze of late autumn brought coolness, disturbing the wood hibiscus proudly blooming in the courtyard, and at the same time slightly blowing the plain curtain in the corridor of the painting.

Next to the autumn moon screen of the mountain residence in the Xuan, the closed-eyed young man who was lying on the side of the painting table only felt the coolness, and the fine bangs on his forehead were already being opened by the morning breeze.

The forehead was slightly cold, as if he didn't like to adapt for a while, the young man had opened his eyes between his eyebrows and frowns, and at the same time stroked the broken hair back to its original place, and then straightened his waist.

Jiang Ruhe, who was pacing from not far away, saw the sleepy young man, but he was smiling, and his dark eyes also carried a little tenderness.

"Brother Nian got up very early today!"

"It's early, and somehow, I had a nightmare when it was about to dawn, so I didn't want to sleep anymore, so I woke up a little early."

scared her to death, because of Bi Niang's incident yesterday, she slept late, and even let her dream of Jiang Rouzhi.

I saw her face hideous, her face was ruined, and she stood at the head of the bed looking at her fiercely, and the scene was too real.

"Oh? What a nightmare. ”

"It's a nightmare, it's probably because I'm always scared about missing people, and it's a nightmare."

"Brother Nian is still more relaxed, as long as you are in the Jiang family for a day, I will definitely protect you for a day."

Hearing Jiang Liuhe say that he wanted to protect her thoroughly, Ji Guangnian immediately remembered Mrs. Jiang, and she said tentatively: "The missing people are all beautiful and unmarried, Brother Jiang and Mrs. Young are both people with outstanding appearances, fortunately, they are both married, otherwise it will be worrying." ”

Jiang Liuhe couldn't see any other emotions on his face, and still maintained a gentle smile: "Why don't you get married as soon as your younger brother gets married?" ”

All right!

She's definitely not the kind of person who can easily get the news out of other people's mouths.

had to temporarily dispel this thought, and took Jiang Liuhe's words and said: "I can't avoid getting married, and my fiancée does, but they don't get along with each other when they die old." ”

"Brother Nian actually has a fiancée?"

Jiang Liuhe had a smile on his face, but there seemed to be a ruthlessness in his eyes, and Ji Guangnian only thought that he had seen it badly.

"Don't mention her, you said you want to protect me?"

"What? Don't believe I can protect you? ”

Ji Guangnian looked deaf.

"Come here."

Ji Guangnian walked over and saw Jiang Liuhe put the pen in his hand in front of her, "This pen name is Xunmu, which is an heirloom of the Jiang family, and the tip of the pen is made of purple rabbit rabbit fur that is rare in the mountains; The body of the pen is said to be made of wood in ancient times; Don't look at it as just a pen, but it is spiritually tight, and the Jiang family is protected by it. ”

Ji Guangnian thought of what Bi Niang said, to find someone who could affect the fortunes of the Jiang family.

If the fortune of the Jiang family is not exhausted, how can it be affected by people? Is this wood really as Jiang Liuhe said, can it protect the Jiang family? Or is there something else to it?

Ji Guangnian smiled: "So amazing? ”

"Mountain hares are already rare, and even more so they were plucked from a pure purple rabbit; The tip made of rabbit fur is straight and durable, and the elasticity is stronger than that of ordinary brushes, so you can touch it. ”

Jiang Liuhe stretched out the tip of the pen slightly in front of Ji Guangnian's eyes, Ji Guang was young and stroked the bright purple rabbit fur, and in a blink of an eye, Feng Ying seemed to become sharpened and sharp.

There was a stabbing pain between his fingers, as if blood was spilling, Ji Guangnian hurriedly stretched out his hand, but when he looked back, there was no change in the pen, and the pain just now seemed to be just an illusion.

Jiang Liuhe was a little puzzled by her frightened sudden withdrawal of her hand, "What's wrong?" ”

The thumb twisted the index finger lightly, and the finger seemed to be pricked. ”

"Brother Nian probably misunderstood."

"Xu didn't sleep well at night and had hallucinations."

Even though she said that, Ji Guangnian still had doubts in her heart, and she was frowning and thinking about it, when Jiang Liuhe's voice came again.

"Brother, look."

Ji Guangnian looked at it, and saw that Jiang Liuhe opened the painting shaft he had just brought, and a picture of a beautiful man with green silk and eyes and eyelashes that had not yet been drawn jumped in front of him, although it was unfinished, but it could be seen that it was herself!

"This painting is about to be completed."

Jiang Liuhe said, while holding the wood-seeking pen, dipping it in ink, first drawing the eyes, then the eyelashes, but after that, the pupils were left uncolored.

"Scholar?"

Seeing that Jiang Liuhe didn't move for a long time, she was a little puzzled.

"The young brother is beautiful, but Ruhe can't help himself."

"Scholar, your ability to tease people is first-class, not like a nerd at all, it's a pity not to take the top exam."

Jiang Liuhe smiled, "Is the younger brother willing to put the finishing touches on it?" ”

Although it was an inquiry, he had already handed over the pen.

"Why not!"

Take the pen, dip the ink, and put the finishing touch.

The eyes are indeed the windows of the soul, and once the eyes are drawn, the person in the painting seems to have life.

"If there is really a god, Brother Jiang's painting is really realistic."

She handed the pen back, but Jiang Liuhe took the pen and put it back in the box.

"This painting needs one last step to be made, so you'll have to wait a few days."

"It's almost time to ink and color your hair. Scholar, you can just draw casually, you don't need to be so cumbersome. ”

Jiang Liuhe smiled, but put the painting away, "Have you completed the homework assigned in the last class?" ”

Oh no, she's patronizing the disappearance......

"Right now, right now."

She hurried back to her place.

Jiang Liuhe shook his head with a smile, "Uncle Fu is here to send the morning meal, let's eat first, otherwise how can I have the strength to lift the pen?" ”

After breakfast, Ji Guangnian lifted his sleeves and started work.

Two quarters of an hour later, Ji Guangnian was finally finished, and Jiang Liuhe also came over: "What did Brother Nian draw?" ”

"Nothing, nothing, just draw."

Jiang Liuhe had already picked up the painting, and what caught his eye was a portrait painting that could still be recognized as his original form.

His expression suddenly became serious: "Young brother, do you have something to do?" ”

"I'm fine!"

"Why don't you color?"

"I'm afraid it'll look dirty when I paint it."

"The most taboo thing about painting is that you don't dare to do it, and tomorrow you will practice coloring."

"Does it mean to just color?"

"What do you think of your white drawing?"

"It's okay." It's really a bit passive, and even the answer is perfunctory.

"Shen Yun is very good, but you have to do a good job of basic skills when painting."

Jiang Liuhe put the painting aside, and brought a white xuan, and the tall figure covered her, and held her hand holding the pen with one palm.

What does that mean?

She looked at him puzzled.

Jiang Liuhe said: "You were lazy just now, and now you have to make up for it." ”

"I... I'll just do it myself. ”

She was uncomfortable for a while and wanted to break free, but she never thought that although Jiang Liuhe was a scholar, his strength was even greater than her, and he only used a little force to restrain her movements.

"Don't move."

The words of the person behind her seemed to have magical power, and then she really stopped moving, and the pen in her hand followed the man's hand to start writing, writing, and closing the pen; light, heavy, lifting, pressing; Conversion between reverse, positive, rotation and folding.

After a long time, a gentle voice sounded again, "Brother Nian, I will teach you to paint for a lifetime, only you and me, okay?" ”

But no one responded.