After dinner, Han Yifeng cleaned the house after brushing the dishes and chopsticks, and then made a bed for Ruan Xiyao, while Liu Zheen chatted with Ruan Xiyao. When talking about how there was so much wood in the room, Yoo began to complain, I really don't know what this wood can do.

After the thing was done, Han Yifeng went to his small studio to paint, and Liu Zheen saw it and went in with Ruan Xiyao to enjoy Han Yifeng's paintings.

Don't look at this studio is very small, but each painting is a meticulous painting, of course, this is inseparable from Han Yifeng's persistence and diligence, no matter how many trivial things, no matter how busy the work is, after getting home, he has to take a little time to practice painting, he told him in his heart that although he is just a pawn, but as long as he takes a small step forward every day, then the accumulation will definitely be effective. He put the center of his painting on ink painting and watercolor painting, and when he first graduated, he painted all the paintings he painted in imitation of everyone's paintings, and now he is slowly trying to paint his own paintings.

Ruan Xiyao saw that Han Yifeng was painting an ink painting of the south of the Yangtze River, small bridges, river water, boats, wooden buildings on both sides of the river, and a woman in the attic of one of the houses was stroking the piano, with a sad face and full of worries, three or two birds and a few clouds in the distance.

"How is this painting?" asked Liu Zheen, looking at Ruan Xiyao.

"Yes, Ruan Xiyao, do you think there are still those areas that need to be improved?" asked Han Yifeng.

I only listened to Ruan Xiyao's recitation.

On paper, Jiangnan, the smoke and rain lock the heavy building. The catkins fly obliquely and fold open, and the light swallow continues to fly to the old home. Yang Pavilion eyebrows gather Chunbi. The good has passed, I can't remember, I still remember the lovesickness on the strings, and I asked where Qingluan was?—— "Qingping Le" has been written in the sixty-fourth chapter of the manuscript

"Wow! What a thing in your eyes and mouth instantly turns into magic. Liu Zheen said, "Amazing, Ruan Xiyao." ”

"Where, it's just a feeling. Ruan Xiyao said modestly.

"You will also express your feelings, our great painter Han Yifeng is not as good as you, he can only paint, not poetry. ”

"That's just me getting ahead of Yifeng. ”

"No, I just wanted to paint this picture, I didn't expect such a beautiful poem. Han Yifeng, who was already dumbfounded, said, "I really didn't expect that with your poems, I suddenly felt that this painting was like a stroke of genius." ”

"Why don't you inscribe the poem on the top left? Yoo Zhe-eun suggested.

After Ruan Xiyao excused herself, with the permission of Han Yifeng, she picked up the trumpet wolf pen and inscribed the "Qingping Le" just now in the upper left corner. In the end, after finishing the pen, Ruan Xiyao felt that writing like this did not steal Han Yifeng's limelight, but Liu Zheen and Han Yifeng looked at a loss.

"What about the words you wrote?" Han Yifeng asked, "Why can't I see a single word?" ”

"Forget, we can't see Ruan Xiyao's writing. Liu Zheen said regretfully, "If only I could see Ruan Xiyao's handwriting." ”

"I don't know why this is happening, people can't see what I'm writing. Ruan Xiyao said helplessly.

"That's right" Liu Zheen seemed to suddenly understand something, and as he spoke, he went to the coffee table in the living room and took a fruit knife from the fruit bowl, cut his finger and dropped a few drops of blood in the place where Ruan Xiyao was writing just now, and it was really magical, the words written by Ruan Xiyao appeared one by one after being stained with Liu Zheen's blood, and Ruan Xiyao and Han Yifeng didn't dare to breathe, "This is ......" Liu Zheen startled herself, and almost said that she used her thirteen years of life to exchange for Ruan Xiyao's rebirth, and quickly swallowed back the words when they came to her mouth.

"What is it? How do you know how to use this method?" asked Han Yifeng. Literature Great

“...... Belch...... This one...... Cough...... Of course, I listened to the master in the temple, you know, we used to accompany Ruan Xiyao to Xiangfo Temple. Liu Zheen was glad that she had said it quite completely, and Han Yifeng should not find any flaws.

Ruan Xiyao saw Liu Zheen's thoughts, she wanted to tell Han Yifeng the truth, she knew the importance of Liu Zheen in Han Yifeng's heart, one day if Han Yifeng knew the truth of the matter, he would definitely hate her, but looking at Liu Zheen on the side, his face was sad, Liu Zheen was worried that Han Yifeng was worried about her body and felt sorry for her. Ruan Xiyao's original plan was canceled.

"That's the case, or my wife is amazing. After Han Yifeng finished speaking, he looked at his painting and said, "With Ruan Xiyao's poem, it is more perfect now, but we can't understand this font yet, and I heard you read it well just now." ”

"This is a small seal, but you are still a painter. Yoo said.

"I know it's a seal script, but I can't read what it's written. Han Yifeng said seriously.

"Didn't you say that? Ruan Xiyao read it just now?" Liu Zheen said.

"......" Han Yifeng didn't know what to say, and suddenly felt that he was so stupid.

"You have to have faith in yourself, you can learn from others, but you must first affirm your own paintings, so that you can stick to your own thoughts. Ruan Xiyao said.

Ruan Xiyao was right in this sentence. Yoo said, "Don't ask me how I paint in the future, just stick to your ideas." ”

"What if it's the wrong idea?" Han Yifeng said.

"You're not a fool, don't you understand what is right and wrong?" Liu Zheen said casually, Han Yifeng didn't know what to say for a while, "Look at your friend Zhou Kai, who has always insisted on his ideas and ideas, and now he holds his own art exhibition." ”

"Yes, I'm still at work, and I'm still working hard to make a living. Han Yifeng said dejectedly.

"Don't think like that, everyone has a different life, don't copy your life like others, otherwise the world will become the same color, how unsightly. Ruan Xiyao said.

"Ruan Xiyao is very right, so good. Liu Zheen said, seeing Han Yifeng's relaxed face, he asked with a smile, "What is Zhou Kai doing now? I haven't seen him looking for you for a long time." ”

"He, he told me a few days ago that he was going to visit Xi Yuming. Han Yifeng said with a weird smile.

"Did he go to see Xi Yuming?"

"Naturally, he is not familiar with Xi Yuming, but he is familiar with his sister. ”

Everyone already understood what they meant after saying this, and Liu Zheen and Ruan Xiyao couldn't help laughing.

"Not bad. Yoo said.

Ruan Xiyao is not very concerned about this news at the moment, hearing that Xi Yuming is still in the hospital, her heart suddenly became so sad, Han Yifeng knew Ruan Xiyao's affection for Xi Yuming from Liu Zheen, and suddenly didn't know what to say, in fact, Han Yifeng knew Xi Yuming best, because the two of them had similar family backgrounds, and it was easy to resonate with any topic.