Although Jia Xiaoming has read the Red Mansion attentively, he has never had a chance to save his image in front of Wu Yu, after all, the teacher doesn't ask him in class now, which makes him a tangle

However, Jia Xiaoming was still relieved, after all, he liked this red mansion very much, and he always felt that something in this red mansion touched his heart

Among them, Jia Xiaoming was most impressed by Baochai and Daiyu, from the written portrayal, he could remind him of that fairy-like appearance

"Born with smooth muscles and bones, and elegant manners. The lips are red without dotting, the eyebrows are green without painting, the face is like a silver basin, and the eyes are like apricots. and has a good character and a beautiful appearance" felt more and more that Wu Yu was like Xue Baochai in the Red Mansion, which really made Jia Xiaoming intoxicated

He also remembered the sentence describing Daiyu in the book: "The two bays seem to be frowning but not frowning, and the eyes are exposed." The state is full of sorrows, and the disease of the whole body. Tears are dotted, and the pant is slight. Quiet like delicate flowers shining on the water, action like weak willows supporting the wind. The heart is more than the dry, and the disease is like Xizi winning three points. ”

It's a pity.

Thinking about it, Jia Xiaoming was unconsciously fascinated, and when he came back to his senses, he became a little interested in painting.

Speaking of painting, Jia Xiaoming has been interested in painting since he was a child, and his painting level is also quite good, and even the art teacher who usually has a high vision praises his paintings for their charm

If you want to do it, Jia Xiaoming took out the paint in the drawer, laid out the next piece of drawing paper, carefully sorted out the corners of the drawing paper, don't look at Jia Xiaoming's usual giggling, but for what he wants to do and likes to do, he has always been meticulous At this time, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening, and he was alone in the classroom (or stayed to clean the classroom)

Picking up the pen and thinking carefully about the description of Baochai in the book, Wu Yu's appearance appeared in his mind from time to time, without a smile or smile, but there was a cold charm that was enough to make people obsessed.

Ren is ruthless and moving.

This makes Jia Xiaoming have no idea where to start, he usually paints very fast, but today's painting is not a one-time effort. Baochai's appearance and Wu Yu's appearance overlapped in Jia Xiaoming's mind, although Wu Yu's appearance had already been deeply reflected in his mind, but until he wanted to express it in painting

There was a feeling of being overwhelmed, and coupled with the influence of Baochai's image, he didn't know where to start

I'm afraid that I can't depict that extremely beautiful face. Shaking his head, Jia Xiaoming put down the brush again, thought about it and gave upSince the person who looks like Baochai is in front of me, why bother to paint her,

After thinking about it for a while, he picked up the pen again, it was better to draw Daiyu, the woman who could be sick and beautiful was really fascinating to him, and it was also because he had never seen such a girl in real life

Jia Xiaoming took the pen and carefully depicted it, but it took a lot more time than usual to paint, and it took an hour to paint the whole picture

In this way, a woman who was so sick that even immortals were fascinated jumped on the paper

Xiao Ming hurriedly picked up the scroll and looked at it carefully

Words such as deep boudoir and weak quality, weak willow and wind flashed through his mind one by one, he was really a pitiful beauty, so even if this was a woman he painted out of thin air, that face was deeply left in his mind

I couldn't help but look at it for a while, and quickly looked at the time, "Go, it's half past eleven, won't the school turn off the lights to remind me" As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the whole school were all turned off, and it was pitch black.

Jia Xiaoming hurriedly picked up the picture scroll and left the classroom, running all the way.

There is a bright moon hanging in the dark starry sky, and the moonlight pours on all things, a little vibrant, a little distant

Jia Xiaoming didn't enjoy the beautiful night view all the way, so he hurried home. As soon as the door was opened, a woman greeted her, "You kid, don't say a word when you come back so late, let me and your father worry and be anxious all night, call your homeroom teacher, and say that you were left to clean the classroom, but it shouldn't be so long" "Okay, okay, my sons are back, don't say any more, hurry up and heat up the dishes, let him eat, he must be hungry." A middle-aged man in a worker's uniform also walked out.

This is Jia Xiaoming's father and mother, Jia Hanjing and Qin Li. As soon as he entered the door, he was almost verbosed by his mother, but fortunately his father saved him. As soon as his mother turned around, he winked at his father a few times, and his father smiled and quickly pulled him to dinner

After eating, I remembered that there would be Chinese classes tomorrow, so I hurriedly ran to wash, planned to sleep, put the picture scroll on the windowsill of the room, and after some washing, I did not forget to take care of a few begonias on the windowsill, and I didn't want an unknown grass to grow next to the begonias

Jia Xiaoming wanted to dig it up, but after thinking about it, it might be another kind of tweed, thinking that he would find a pot for it to plant tomorrow, maybe it would be a good flower

So he went to bed and fell asleep, and in the middle of the night, a bright moonlight shone into Xiao Ming's room, and it was so quiet that no one noticed that a very small and crystal drop of dew was moving backwards along the leaves of the unknown grass, moving slowly little by little, faster and faster, and then from one leaf to another, and then standing still when it reached the top of the grass

At this time, another drop of dew appeared from the stem of this grass, repeating the action just now, from the bottom to the top, back and forth, always intersecting, containing the fragments of the avenue, flashing with a little light

Until the top of the grass gathered a drop of dew the size of a bean, the leaves hung down, just touching the scroll next to it, the dew was absorbed by the paper, and it looked very extraordinary under the reflection of the moonlight, and then the scroll was slowly flashed out of the dripping place of an extremely faint, but full of warm cyan light, so close to the moonlight, and full of strange energy fluctuations.

The blue light gradually expanded, until it spread all over the entire scroll, as if the entire scroll was full of energy

The whole scroll floated up and gradually unfolded, revealing that beautiful face again, but this time the person in the painting seemed to be full of life, as if it was about to break out

In a flash, a fairy-like woman wearing a moon-white embroidered small fur jacket, a silver mouse shoulder, a Yang Fei-colored embroidered cotton skirt, and a red gold hairpin on her head appeared in Jia Xiaoming's room.

It's like the resurrection of the person in the painting, but the person in front of him is different from the one in the painting, without the haunting sickness, just like a normal person.

The skin of ice muscles and jade bones, a head of hair fluttering in the moonlight, and an ancient costume has a beauty that is different from that of modern women, which makes people reverie

The person in the painting froze and walked towards Jia Xiaoming who was lying on the bed, and when he approached Jia Xiaoming, he put his face close to Jia Xiaoming and took a closer look, and said to himself in surprise, "Wrongdoer, it's really you!"

He put two more fingers on his forehead, and a blue light flashed away, and after a few breaths, he frowned at the slender brow

"But it's not you," said a little sadness on his face

She stretched out her slender little hand and released a strong light that wrapped Jia Xiaoming's whole person, "The bones haven't been forged?!Didn't that person come to him before me, why didn't he help him forge his bones?"

I saw that the woman released a more intense light, wrapping Jia Xiaoming, the aperture suspended in mid-air with him, and one after another small balls of light in the aperture moved closer to Xiaoming's body, each of which merged into his whole body bones, and the bones were shattered under the impact of the small light balls, and recombined under the wrapping of the blue light, making Jia Xiaoming's whole body bones appear harder

Gradually, the light gradually dimmed, and the woman also showed an exhausted appearance, and one accidentally fell next to Jia Xiaoming, as if she had fallen asleep