Gardens, rockeries, waterfalls, beautiful European-style little red mansions.

On Saturday morning, Shu Ange took a car to his home, and in the suburbs, far away from the hustle and bustle, he saw beautiful manors and villas.

This is the place where Ju Yongzhen rests and recuperates, and he likes to be quiet and noisy, and rarely lives in the city unless necessary.

This is also the reason why the home industry is all over the country, but Ju Yongzhen lives with his mother in the underdeveloped Shilin City.

The bright sunshine dispelled the bitter cold of winter.

The housekeeper brought Shu Ange to the front of the Little Red Mansion, Ju Yongzhen wore a pale yellow cardigan and light blue jeans, holding a paintbrush in his hand, concentrating on painting.

His eyelashes were long, and his slightly curly hair fluttered gently in the wind, as noble and elegant as a prince.

"Senior Ju, good morning."

Shu Ange said hello with a smile, Ju Yongzhen didn't look up, she consciously walked to his easel.

Unexpectedly, what he was painting was not the scenery in front of him, but the streets full of the style of the Republic of China.

Rickshaws, old-fashioned Ford cars, traditional Chinese characters on signboards, pedestrians wearing robes and watermelon hats, and suits and top hats.

The more Shu Ange looked at this picture, the more familiar he felt, and a dusty picture appeared in his mind.

The car is like a dragon, and after Ju Yongzhen finished painting the complex background, he drew a girl wearing a dress and a satin umbrella.

Ju Yongzhen only drew a back, the girl's slender waist was not full of hand, and she was wearing white lace gloves on her hands.

Memories emerged like a tide, Shu Ange's eyes were slightly bright, and countless shocks surged in his heart.

"I seem to know ...... of the person you painted."

She whispered such a sentence, Ju Yongzhen's pen paused for a moment, and then continued to seriously describe the lace skirt and shoes of the girl's little dress.

He painted very meticulously, and the folds on the lace of the skirt were depicted little by little.

After all the paintings were finished, Ju Yongzhen put down the pen and moved his eyes to Shu Ange.

"Would you like to visit my studio?"

"Really? I'm looking forward to it. ”

Ju Yongzhen left the easel and walked towards the Little Red Mansion, Shu Ange followed closely behind him.

The studio is spacious and bright, the decoration is classical and elegant, and the types of paintings are dazzling. Oil painting, Chinese painting, sketch painting, fine brush painting, all kinds of categories.

But almost all the paintings are the same theme - the Republic of China.

Shu Ange stopped in front of a two-meter-wide picture scroll, which was a picture of a dinner party. Drunk gold fans, fragrant clothes and sideburns, the Republic of China style is fully displayed.

Such a complex and uncluttered painting will surely sell for a good price if it is auctioned.

The familiar back came into view again, and this time, there was a tall back in a military uniform.

Thousands of mountains and rivers crossed, morning and twilight year after year.

Shu Ange didn't expect that she would be here, seeing her and Liu Huaijin's past.

It's just that in all the paintings, all the back or side faces, and none of the paintings are faces.

"These are all my dreams."

Ju Yongzhen's eyes were far away, and his cold tone was like dew dripping on a lotus leaf.

With his character, it is already a very remarkable thing to be able to say so many things in one day.

"Can you lend me a pen? I've seen the people in your paintings. ”

Shu Ange's words made Ju Yongzhen's calm eyes have a few more cracks.

It's just a dream, this sentence, countless people have said to him, and he no longer explains it to anyone else except quietly drawing everything in the dream.

If he dreams of the scene of this world, even if he crosses the sword mountain and the sea of fire, he will find the person in his dream.

But this is the Republic of China, even if he travels all over the seven continents and four oceans, he still can't reach the Republic of China.

He had also searched through the history books, but could not find any information about the person in the painting. Obviously, in his dream, they should be a heroic couple who can turn the tide and save the country from danger.

Ju Yongzhen opened an easel, laid out a brand new piece of paper, and brought a palette and brushes.

Shu Ange sat on a chair and picked up the paintbrush, closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then lifted the brush and drew a beautiful face outline.

Ju Yongzhen stood behind Shu Ange, silently gazing at the gradually enriching canvas.

When you are engrossed, time flies.

Shu Ange was completely immersed in painting, and when the last stroke was finished, she let out a long sigh of relief and put down the brush.

"My wrist is a little sore."

In the painting, a young girl in a light blue dress snuggles up to a man in a military uniform with a large brimmed hat.

There is a clear age gap between the two, and the girl's eyes are bright and playful. The masculinity is cold, but the eyes that look sideways at the girl are full of hidden tenderness.

Two people with very different temperaments stood together, inexplicably harmonious, and even made those who watched have the urge to cry.

The figure in the painting is almost identical to that painted by Ju Yongzhen.

His fingers touched the half-wet ink, and a voice in his heart told him that this was the man in his dreams, what he saw in his dreams.

Ju Yongzhen closed her eyes, and in those familiar scenes, the girl who always had her back to him finally turned around.

Her smile is like a sweet breeze with osmanthus flowers, and her graceful and delicate figure is haunting.

In a blink of an eye, the girl's face seemed to have become the face of the person in front of her.

"Target person's opinion +30, current opinion 50."

Ju Yongzhen opened her eyes and looked at Shu Ange with a deep gaze.

"Did you dream of them too?"

At this moment, Shu Ange didn't know what to use to describe his mood.

Move? Miss? Or reluctance.

It turns out that in the pursuit of life after life, he is also enduring the torment of lovesickness.

She smiled and ran her fingers lightly over the canvas.

"Is it a dream? If you want to hear a story or not, I can tell you a little bit each time. “

"Hmm."

Shu Ange's eyes fluttered, and his slender hand lightly pointed: "Let's start with that painting." ”

She was referring to the picture of the banquet that looked very lively, and who knew that under the dinner, there were hidden conspiracy and calculations to kill.

"Okay."

Shu Ange is very good at storytelling, she stood in front of the scroll, closed her eyes slightly, and told the story that was very far away.

"In the literati's pen and ink, the Republic of China, which is shrouded in romanticism, is actually an era of turmoil and misery for the people. In that turbulent era, an innocent and romantic girl with a dream of saving the country met an iron-blooded and patriotic warlord......"

Her tone was soft and melodious, like a gentle serenade.

The story she told killed Xiao Liang and brought people back to the Republic of China, where the country was full of blood and the land was falling apart.

Ju Yongzhen listened very seriously, and he always felt that she was not telling a story, but the magnificent life of a pair of legendary lovers.

"When the people were trampled by the iron hooves of the invaders, the bustling sea market sang and danced, and everyone indulged in this false prosperity. If you want to pacify the enemy, you must have enough weapons and troops, so Liu Huaijin took a risk, planning to get rid of the two traitors who did a lot of evil at the banquet and take over their territory. ”