“……”

"For my father, I thought that this crazy Taoist priest had no more money, so he came to blackmail some flowers. Just as he was about to get rid of him, he had already burrowed into the mansion and was looking for it. Pointing to your mother's courtyard, he said, "Although the demon is not here, the demon spirit is very strong, ......."

Shen Hongxian was a little angry: "It's just a coincidence!" Therefore, you will keep your mother and mother alone in the West Garden, and no one will be allowed to visit you? ”

"Hey," Shen An looked at Shen Hongxian and said with some disgust, "How could a father hear such groundless words!" It's just that your mother has been ...... since then Sometimes it's normal, sometimes it's crazy.

As soon as he went mad, he cried out to find the man who painted, and kept walking the streets, delirious......"

This kind of thing is too difficult to associate with the word 'coincidence'.

Painter, man......

For some reason, Shen Hongxian had a strong sense of foreboding in her heart, the wind around her was hanging wildly, and it was already the height of summer, but she felt the biting cold. Tighten your grip on the placket to keep yourself from trembling too much.

"Red line." Shen An patted Shen Hongxian on the shoulder and said lovingly, "Back then, your mother wanted to become the first talented woman in Feng Xuanguo, but unfortunately she couldn't do it in the end. Now that you are the number one talented woman in the Imperial City, you must not be far away.

You have to work hard and live up to your mother's expectations. ”

“……”

Shen Hongxian didn't know what to think, there were some strange sounds in her heart that stimulated her bone marrow, she hurriedly avoided these voices and diverted her attention, "Dad, if Hongxian becomes the first talented woman in Feng Xuanguo, will her mother be able to blind her eyes under Jiuquan?" ”

Shen An smiled slightly, and said, "Yes." ”

Regarding the matter of the 'demon' and the talented girl in the 'capital', Shen Hongxian was a little uneasy, she looked at the "Biyue Lotus" that should have been hanging on the wall, looked at her imitation, and thought differently.

Every time Shen Hongxian came to Lian Jue's mansion, he would bring some desserts and put them in a square basket, which was separated by two layers, and the dessert was always the one on the top.

She greeted Lian Jue with a smile and said, "Is Childe painting again?" ”

Lian Jue lowered his head and calmly responded.

Shen Hongxian understands that he doesn't like to be bothered by others when he paints. So she quietly looked at him to the side.

Lian Jue's side face was the most beautiful among the men she had ever seen, her face was as white as lotus petals, her lips were pale pink, and her eyes were clear and bright, as if they were exposed on lotus leaves, glowing with silver light.

“……”

The time spent with him in such a quiet way will always pass quickly, and I will always feel that I have done nothing and I am satisfied with everything.

Lian Jue's paintings were not all smooth sailing, and many of the paintings he felt dissatisfied with would be discarded at random until he painted the one he liked. Ming Qin took this opportunity to pick up some of the incomplete paintings he had discarded and put them in the second basket of pastries.

After that, he imitated Lian Jue's pen and ink a few times.

Presented to the Shen Mansion.

Sure enough, Lian Jue's painting skills are superb, even if she has more than enough brushwork to paint, it can be praised endlessly.

Then, for some reason, every time she came to see Lian Jue, he would have a pile of rice paper that he hadn't finished drawing and was going to throw away.

When Shen Hongxian goes back, he can collect a stack.

Gradually, there were fewer desserts, and more and more paper was returned.

Shen Hongxian has always been worried about whether Lian Jue will find out, but Lian Jue's words always say that he doesn't care about such a false name. Shen Hongxian was a little puzzled by Lian Jue's thoughts.

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