###095 Woman's jealousy

Although he didn't dare to look at Ye Xiaolou's calligraphy and paintings affectionately on weekdays, the sadness of the past few days and the feelings that had been buried in his heart for many years deepened, Ye Ling took the books Ye Xiaolou had read, and was reluctant to put them down for a long time.

Finally, this feeling of knowing alone boiled into peach blossom syrup, Ye Ling unfolded Ye Xiaolou's paintings one by one, looked at them again and again, and was unwilling to look away.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, even if people who have never learned landscape brush and ink look at Ye Xiaolou's paintings, they can feel pleasing joy to the eye. What's more, she is a woman who has feelings for her in her heart.

However, once the painting in front of him unfolded, Ye Ling's fate seemed destined to no longer have room for relaxation and detour.

She froze there, if she could summon a storm of thunderstorms, she would let them strike them completely, sweeping away all her jealousy and anger.

On the painting, a woman in jade and apricot-colored clothes, with clear jade bones, sits next to the sunset pond, her eyes are shallow and smiling, and the broken hair on her forehead is finely painted, which contrasts with the water waves of the sunset pond.

Looking at this painting again, I can't help but frown.

The woman in the painting implies that the gentleman is unlucky.

It's clear that the evil spirit is very heavy, but the painting is a fairy, if you don't like it, what else can it be?

While he was thinking about it, a gust of wind flew behind him.

Yeling knew who it was, but pretended not to know. also knew that this person could hear but not see, so he sang a poem with deep affection.

Donate to the rest of the Juexi River, and leave the rest of Peixi Lipu. Cai Fangzhou Xi Du Ruo, will be left behind;

It's a bumpy read, stiff and abnormal, but it's still sincere. After reading it, I only heard the faint sound of duets behind me.

Yuan has Zhixi and Lan, and Si Gongzi did not dare to speak. Looking far away, watching the flowing water.

Ye Ling seemed to be choked by his throat, but he wanted to pretend to be innocent and pitiful. At this time, she didn't have to decorate more, she was sad in her heart, and she hated and hurt very much.

He turned around and saluted respectfully, and said, "I didn't know that Madame was here, Ye Ling was only concerned about chanting poetry just now, and didn't notice that Madame you were here." Please punish Madame. ”

After speaking, he knelt on the ground with a pop and kowtowed.

If you want to say that you are wrong, it is only to blame the poet for not predicting how many times his descendants will read his poems, and how many inches of confusion will be lost. ”

"Madame knows what this poem is about? Ye Ling has not read any books, just to read these words correctly has already done a great effort, and then to understand the meaning of the poem, it is really not the ability, if Madame is willing to tell me, Ye Ling is grateful. ”

Madame didn't respond for a long time, Ye Ling still lowered her head and didn't dare to raise it, until Madame's gentle and sad voice sounded, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised a silent smile.

"There is angelica in the water, and there is bluegrass in the water, but I miss my son but I dare not speak, I look into the distance in confusion, but I only see the flowing water flowing slowly, and I see the flowing water flowing slowly......"

Grievances, sorrows, time has passed, and Luoying is still a new sorrow.

Ye Ling frowned, and said timidly: "It sounds like a sad story, but what Madame sang and what Ye Ling sang before are from the same poet?"

"The passage you chanted is about throwing the jade into the river, and the jade pendant is still on the shore of the water. Pick Du Ruo on a grassy waterway and prepare to give it to her. It's a pity that the beautiful scenery of a good day is hard to have, so you can only take a leisurely stroll. ”

"It sounds like a story of two people who are happy but don't see each other. ”

Ye Ling turned around and quickly rolled up the painting, as if he was afraid of being seen by others.

Hearing the whispering voice, Madame was alert and careful, and naturally noticed it at once. Whispered, "What are you doing?"

With a shake of the hand, the scroll fell to the ground and suddenly unfolded.

"What is it? a painting?"

Ye Ling suddenly knelt on the ground again, "No, no, it's just, it's just an ordinary painting, I'm tidying up the Guize Pavilion, yesterday's heavy rain, the Guize Pavilion fell into disrepair, a beam collapsed, smashing some books and calligraphy and paintings." ”

"Shut up, you guys are protecting the landlord everywhere, but you know that there is no benefit at all in doing this. ”

"Madame, Ye Ling didn't mean that, now the landlord doesn't know where to go, I'm just in a hurry, I'm afraid that you will hurt your body by anger. ”

Ye Ling apologized again and again, and his hands frantically cleaned up the paintings on the ground.

This poem of Xiangjun is written about the life and death of lovers but they have no chance to meet. Always waiting for no one to come, expressing deep resentment to each other in melancholy. But the relationship between the two is sincere and deep, despite a slight setback, they have not given up their pursuit and expectations, and they are unswerving, which makes people resentful. ”

"Resentment? It sounds like a touching love story, affectionate, thoughtful, and moving. How can it make people resentful, Ye Ling just sounds like it makes people sigh and yearn. ”

"You know what kind of relationship between men and women, you don't understand this kind of thing. Say, what the hell is the painting. ”

A gust of wind swept across the face. "If you don't say anything more, you won't see people with this face. ”

"Madame, I can't say. ”

Another gust of fragrant wind was like a needle, although the wound was small, but it was cold and piercing, and the blood was not seen, but it was deep in the flesh.

Yeling bit her lip and shook her head stubbornly.

"No man is worthy of this, and neither is your landlord, and no man is worthy of a woman to protect her with her life. If you can't even remember that, you won't be able to achieve anything in the future. ”

Biting his lip showed a grin. But he said, "I can't, madam, don't force me." ”

"Do you think that if I can't see, I can't know what's on it?"

"Please, madam, don't, don't push me, ma'am. ”

"This is your landlord's painting, painting a woman, a woman who makes your heart ache but still has to be protected, isn't it?"

Ye Ling was silent, and silence was better than sound at this time.

Smart people know that silence is sometimes more useful than talking.

Ye Ling is not stupid, and when he is calm, his mind is more delicate than ordinary people.

If such a person has developed the patience that ordinary people do not have, no one will get any advantage if he is an enemy of her.

"Yes. "Even crying and crying.

"No wonder his behavior has become more and more abnormal than usual in recent times, and it is said that the owner of the mirror is weird, and he can't guess it at all, I think now, his mind can be seen by anyone with a clear eye. ”

"Madam, don't blame the landlord, the little jade girl was born beautifully, and the landlord is indeed at the age of considering marriage. ”

"Marriage?

"Madam, the landlord has never been happy, maybe this girl really makes the landlord feel happy from the heart. ”