The blind old man said softly: "You must be curious to know, how can such a beautiful woman have a relationship with a bad old man like me??" ”

Qu Yong touched his nose and said, "It's not difficult to guess, since you are a painter, you want to come to this beauty, please paint, and you also keep a copy as a souvenir." ”

"Not bad! Another big mistake! The blind old man nodded again, shook his head again, and sighed: "Alas, I was not the bad I am now, I was a danqing pen back then, and I painted all the beauties in the world, so you said that she came here, which is good." When he talked about the past, his demeanor was a different person.

Qu Yong said: "Your Excellency was a palace painter back then, and it must be difficult to ask for a painting. He said this sincerely, without irony. "If it were someone else, it would be hard to believe that this destitute man would be the imperial painter of the palace.

The corners of the blind old man's mouth twitched, and the respect of others was his most precious gift over the years.

"You're wrong, it's not something I left on my own, but... She... I have only painted this one picture for her in my life, and after I finished painting it, my life's work has been exhausted, how can I keep another copy? The blind old man muttered, "She is also one of the people who asks for paintings, the most beautiful and the last one to ask for paintings." ”

Qu Yong said: "The last one? ”

The blind old man pointed to his blind eye and said, "Yes, after painting her, I will never be able to hold a paintbrush again." ”

Qu Yong said: "Why? ”

The blind old man said, "I'm blind." ”

Qu Yong said: "I have heard that there were famous craftsmen in ancient times, who did not hesitate to refine swords with their bodies in order to cast famous swords, so they only produced one famous sword in their lives, but never heard that painters can only paint one painting in their lives?" ”

"That's because you haven't met a real great painter!" The blind old man sneered: "Because I finished painting her, I was already emaciated, and I didn't want to paint for anyone anymore, so I ruined my eyes." ”

Qu Yong rarely studied calligraphy and painting, looking only that the beauty on the painting seems to be about to break the paper at any time, lifelike, this may be the difference between painting and modern photos, although the photo can reveal a person's subtlety, but the value of the photo is far less than the painting, the difference, perhaps lies in the touch, the painting contains the painter's painstaking affection, each painting is the painter's heart to the world, to the people in the painting, when the feeling is strong enough, it can affect the person who looks at the painting, obviously, The painting in front of Qu Yong's eyes is swayed with the burning passion of a person's life, almost making people look at it as not a painting, but a real beauty.

"Indeed, such a painting is already the ultimate of human beings, and there is no need to raise the pen again."

The blind old man saw that Qu Yong agreed with his point of view, and said excitedly: "Yes, in fact, after the painting was completed, I should have committed suicide to fulfill his virtue, but the agreed time was too early, and she didn't come to pick up the painting for a long time. ”

Qu Yong said: "She asked you to paint, can you pick up the painting after you finish painting?" And it hasn't been for so many years, I'm just afraid..."

"She's not coming!" The blind old man said bitterly: "After all these years, I can't wait for her at all, she once mentioned that after finishing the painting, she will go to China to complete a very dangerous mission." ”

"Dangerous mission? Going to China? Qu Yong squinted his eyes and looked at the painting carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the person in the painting was familiar, "You have been painting for more than 20 years, and now the person in this painting is at least forty, why do I think she is familiar?" ”

The blind old man shook his head and said, "You can't know her, if you have seen her, then you will immediately recognize this painting at the first sight, because her beauty will be engraved in the bottom of people's hearts." ”

"No, I seem to have seen her..."Qu Yong stretched out his hand to cover half of the painted face, and suddenly as if struck by lightning, the whole person seemed to be unable to stand on his feet, and his face was extremely ugly.

"She... She was... She..."

The blind old man said curiously: "Do you know? ”

Qu Yong lost his voice and said, "Is her name Haruko Miyamoto?" ”

The blind old man was even more surprised than Qu Yong, he almost fell to the ground with his buttocks, and exclaimed, "How do you know? You... How could you possibly know? ”

"I see." Qu Yong vaguely guessed after getting a positive answer, the person in this painting should be Miyamoto Haruko, this was painted by a painter before she left for China, she should not have come and left, and then returned to Japan and encountered great changes, and it was impossible to take the painting again.

"Do you really know her?" The blind man's feeling was very sensitive, as if he could hear Qu Yong's inner vibration.

"She's my teacher." Qu Yong slowly calmed down, opened the door panel of the room, let the sunlight shine directly into the house, he looked carefully, sure enough, the person in the painting was really Miyamoto Haruko, but it was younger and more beautiful than what he saw, the difference is that the current Miyamoto Haruko has no sorrow between the eyebrows of the person in the painting, thinking that when she was painting, she was also worried about the trip to China, Qu Yong sighed and said: "My uncle's wife!" ”

"It's... This can't be, how is this possible?! The blind old man trembled and grabbed Qu Yong's wrist, grabbed it desperately, and shouted, "She is your master?" Where is she now? What the hell is going on! She's married, is she good?! ”

"She..."Qu Yong can hardly say that Miyamoto Haruko is in a good situation now, thinking of the dungeon that has not seen the light of day, and Miyamoto Haruko's ruined face after Bigu, it is because Qu Yong has only seen him with a beautiful and strange appearance, so he will not recognize his true face for a while, he said in a deep voice: "She, I don't know how she is now, I don't even know, she is still there......"

"Enough... You don't say any more. The blind old man did not want to listen any further, and he said, "Knowing that she is still alive and knowing that she is married, I am enough, and I am very content!" ”

"Hey..."Thinking about it, Miyamoto Haruko was really better than a fairy back then, and it's no wonder that now not only is this painter fall in love at first sight, but also make the two brothers of the Mandate of Heaven turn against each other, and the disasters caused continue to this day, and they are still affecting the next generation.

"Your Excellency, since Your Excellency is the younger generation of Haruko, this painting..."The blind old man held the painting, unwilling to let go for a long time, and his heart was infinitely reverie, and finally put it in Qu Yong's hand, and said cautiously: "Your Excellency is Jiao Peony, a man of destiny, I believe in you, this painting will be handed over to you." ”

"Give it to me?" Qu Yong was stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it, the person in the painting was his master, and it was reasonable for him to hand over the painting, "But, I'm afraid I won't be able to find her......"

The blind old man seemed to be extremely tired, he let go of Qu Yong's hand, and moved back to the broken sofa little by little with a cane, shrinking as if he was weaker, his spiritual energy had long been pinned on this painting, and now that the painting is gone, his spirit and spirit will be dispersed, this body is just a stinky skin, "It doesn't matter if you can't find it, leave it to you, it's better than staying with me, after two years, I buried the loess over the top, and this painting will be ruined." ”

"Okay." Qu Yong put away the scroll and said, "I will definitely find a way to send this painting to my master's hand!" He paused for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Actually, I have heard a saying that a blind man can be a fortune teller because people think that when the naked eye is blind, the heart eye is easier to open. Are you right? ”

The blind old man said weakly: "That's just nonsense. ”

Qu Yong said: "That's not nonsense, at least if you think it's not, then it must not be, what do you say?" He came out of the dilapidated hut and let out a long breath, feeling relieved both in body and in mind.

If you are blind to the naked eye, your heart is open, and if you open your heart, you don't have to tell fortunes, so why can't you paint? This may seem subtle, but it's not too difficult to think about.

"I came to find Nai Yue, but I didn't know that there was no news of her, and I ran into Shi Niang's past, by the way, I should go and see, find Shi Niang, if she is willing to come out, wouldn't it be a combination of swords with Uncle Shi, unparalleled in the world, and then they will take Nai Yue, and it will be able to solve my heart."

He made up his mind, put the scroll on his back, and cast a movement technique, and disappeared into the imperial city in a moment.

Qu Yong ran out of the imperial city, only to see a long stream of taxis waiting for guests, he also followed the flow of people into a car, the driver will actually drive the atmosphere, and said to Qu Yong who sat up: "Hello, you are my fifteenth guest today, so I want to sing you a song!" ”

"Really? I always thought that the Japanese were very serious..."Qu Yong has always been reluctant to refuse others, he smiled and said, "What are you going to sing?" ”

"I'll sing a song to see the cherry blossoms in March."

The driver didn't care whether Qu Yong wanted to listen to this song or not, so he began to hum himself, hummed two sentences, and suddenly paused again, and said with some embarrassment: "Guest, where are you going?" ”

"Go... Let's go to Sakura Mountain Resort. Qu Yong thought about it, and he wasn't sure whether he wanted to bring this painting back to Destiny to see, although the person in the painting was his wife, but in front of him was the decisive battle that was imminent, if he rashly took this painting to him, in case of ups and downs, any mistakes in the decisive battle, but it would be a lifelong regret.

"Great!" The driver began to hum a little song again, it was not too ugly, Qu Yong went with him, the Luoying Villa was not in the city, until it was far out of the city, the green mountains and green water, and finally the driver finally stopped the lane: "The Luoying Villa is in the woods in front, you get out of the car and walk two steps to arrive." ”

Qu Yong paid and got out of the car, and finally said: "Next time, if you put some radio music in your car, I think business will be better." ”

This Sakura Villa is indeed a quiet and elegant place, Watanabe Hideki settled the two of them here, and it seems to be quite sincere, the people in this villa don't seem to know that Watanabe has an accident, everything is very calm, Qu Yong swiped the card at the door, and walked quickly to his residence in the back mountain.

In the past month, he has been practicing in the cherry blossom forest in the back mountain, rarely coming out, even if he walked a few times, he still felt that this place was very big, and occasionally the beautifully dressed girls secretly looked at him, and after being discovered, he quickly fled like a rabbit.