While Xie Fu was talking, Li Huirong had already finished painting the remaining parts of the bird.
Xie Fu saw that the painting had gorgeous colors, neat descriptions, and realistic scenery. It was exactly the northern style of halo-dye landscape painting. The only flaw in the whole painting was that the bird was not well painted. He smiled and said: "It seems that there are no accidents today."
Very happy."
Li Huirong said calmly: "There are many opportunities." He put down his pen and stood up.
Xie Fu made a sound, and put his arm close to hers to stop her from standing up: "That's a bad statement. I hope for surprises in the mediocrity, but I don't know that the beauty lies in opportunities. Today is an opportunity."
"Where is the machine?"
"The opportunity lies with people, why not let me make up for it."
Xie Fu leaned on Li Huirong's back, grabbed her hand and started writing again, and put his other hand on Li Huirong's shoulder. This gesture was so intimate and ambiguous that Li Huirong couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Xie Fu.
Xie Fu smiled and said: "What, the posture is wrong?"
"I'm right, I don't know if you are right."
Xie Fu smiled and said nothing, took her hand and lightly dipped it in ink, then put a pen next to the bird.
Li Huirong asked: "What are you doing?"
"Draw another one."
"Hu Lai, this is the picture of Jingxue flying alone."
"Anyway, your painting is useless, why not let me try it."
Because Fu Xie was close to her body and his hand was held by him, Li Huirong felt a little uncomfortable and her fingers were a little stiff.
Xie Fu's voice rang in her ears: "Believe me and leave it to me."
Hot breath rippled in Li Huirong's ears, and a touch of red appeared in his ears, but his fingers became even stiffer.
Xie Fu smiled. If he could say that he was definitely better than Li Huirong in any aspect, it was in terms of men and women. He could keenly feel Li Huirong's heart every time she changed her body or expression.
But there is no rush, just like painting, you need to take your time, you cannot do it all at once, just tap the ink lightly.
Li Huirong was an expert. With just a few strokes, he couldn't help but be surprised: "What kind of technique is this?"
"Take off the painting."
"Dehua? Why have I never heard of it?"
"I created this myself."
Li Huirong turned to look at him, his eyes naturally showing a bit of expectation for the unknown. Xie Fu asked: "Want to see it?"
"Go on."
Stroke by stroke, the outline of the bird was slowly outlined. Li Huirong stared at the strokes and ink with energy from the corners of her eyes. She was immersed in exploring the unknown and expecting surprising results, and she didn't realize it when Xie Fu put his arms around her waist.
Just when the painting was about to be completed, Xie Fu suddenly stopped. Li Huirong, who was immersed in it and his eyes were full of techniques, was interrupted and blurted out: "Painting."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "I can't draw it anymore."
"Why can't you draw it?"
“I don’t have any feeling, so I can’t draw it.”
"How do I feel?"
Xie Fu slowly moved his face closer to hers, as if he could not touch her with his mouth.
In Li Huirong's eyes, Xie Fu's face was all she could see. His eyes were full of smiles, the texture of his lips was extremely clear, and his outlines were real and could not be expressed in paintings.
"The so-called off-painting is a visual illusion that uses light and shadow."
As he spoke, Li Huirong could clearly see the interplay of light and dark on his lips under the light, and he immediately had an epiphany.
However, the warm breath from his mouth sprinkled on her face, which made her unwilling to explore any techniques in depth, and she was thinking about whether he would kiss her.
Xie Fu added: "As the saying goes, true and false are true and false, and true and false are difficult to distinguish."
As he spoke, he just moved his eyebrows and lowered his eyes. Li Huirong felt as if he was about to kiss him. His heart suddenly palpitated and he was so frightened that he quickly dodged. However, Xie Fu remained in the same position without moving.
Xie Fu laughed: "I just raised my eyebrows, why are you nervous?"
Li Huirong said nothing, and Xie Fu asked again: "Do you think I want to kiss you?"
Li Huirong said nothing, but in his heart he acquiesced.
Xie Fu explained: "If a bird wants to live without painting, it is not necessary to focus on painting the bird. When the wind moves, the bird will fly, and when the snow falls, its wings will be folded."
There are only a few brush strokes next to the bird. It is windy and snowy, and the bird is immediately visible, fluttering its wings in the wind and shrinking its wings in fear of the cold.
Li Huirong said "Ah" and was immediately shocked.
Xie Fu said softly: "Just like when I was trembling with brows and imagining the scenery."
Li Huirong glanced at him with resentment. Xie Fu trembled his eyebrows again. Li Huirong was calm this time. Unexpectedly, Xie Fu kissed her on the tip of her nose. Suddenly, it was like a dream. She felt warmth on her nose. This was real.
The feeling just really settled in my heart.
He kissed me, and as soon as I thought about it, I felt a wave of warmth welling up from the soles of my feet, and my whole body felt warm and happy, just like when I was a child in my mother's arms.
She has not had this feeling for a long time, and it seems that she has never had it since she grew up. She thought that adults did not have it, but it turned out that it was just lost in a corner.
When Xie Fu left the tip of her nose, Li Huirong was still smiling with her eyes closed, as dignified as a Taoist saint and as graceful as a beautiful goddess. She didn't open her eyes until Xie Fu's voice came.
“If you don’t know the truth, how can you tell the truth?”
Li Huirong smiled slightly: "That's true."
Xie Fu asked: "What does it feel like?"
"Indescribably wonderful."
Xie Fu said with a profound smile: "The most surprising thing in life is that when you look at a dry field and feel sad and beat your chest, suddenly rain falls from the sky, and in the blink of an eye it turns into a mulberry field, and the seedlings are full of vitality under the moisture of the rain.
How pleasing it is to the eyes.”
Li Huirong realized it later, and his white cheeks were stained with a little red. Xie Fu suddenly made a sound. Li Huirong felt that he had nothing to say, so he asked: "What's the matter?"
Xie Fu asked: "Have you put on makeup today?"
Li Huirong glared at Xie Fu: "No!" She never used these things.
"Then why are your cheeks so red?"
Li Huirong's eyes changed from glare to anger. It was at this moment that Yun Qing made Xie Fu exclaim: "It's incredible, it's incredible."
At this moment, Li Huirong really wanted to find a mirror to see how she had lost her composure, but Xie Fu lifted her chin and said condescendingly: "Now I finally understand why Emperor Ai of the Han Dynasty did not love beauties and virtuous ministers."
Li Huirong chuckled: "Does this make you proud?"
"certainly!"
"Isn't this something that you, a talented person, can easily capture?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "No, because you are Li Huirong, a woman who regards the world's heroes as ordinary men."
"I regard you as a classmate, so I should give you some thin noodles."
Li Huirong was calm and composed. She had long been accustomed to having thunder in her chest and a flat lake in her face, until Xie Fu whispered to her: "Li Huirong, are you emotional? Think of me and think as much as you want. This is the technique of detached painting."
A heavy rain fell suddenly, moistening everything silently...
"Thank you, Fu, your beauty trick has succeeded."
Xie Fu said slowly in a story-telling tone: "There is a pork seller in the market. He is very friendly and talkative. Neighbors like to buy pork from him and chat a few words by the way. When I passed by the stall,
You can always see a group of people chatting and laughing."
Seeing Li Huirong looking at him, Xie Fu asked: "Do you think they were going to buy pork, or were they going to chat with the pork seller?"
Xie Fu said deliberately: "Buy pork."
"Since you are buying pork, why don't you go home after buying it?"
Li Huirong smiled: "Then what do you think they are going to do?"
Xie Fu said with a smile: "I came here to buy pork at first. As we were chatting, I forgot that I came to buy pork. You said I was trying to trick you. If I tried it deliberately, a wise man like you would
Are you fooled?"
"What if I say I was tricked on purpose?"
Xie Fu said: "Really? Did you fall for it on purpose or just because you couldn't help it?"
"Can you tell?"
Xie Fu whispered softly: "Even a fool can see it."
"If you're not trying to trick me, what are you doing?"
"I'll accompany you. You and I have the same interests. You please my heart and I please your eyes. Why not do it."
"Who said you please my eyes? You don't know how annoying you are."
Xie Fu laughed: "If I couldn't please your ears and eyes, you would have cut me into pieces long ago based on your temper."
Li Huirong couldn't help but smile.
Xie Fu came closer and said, "Let's talk about this painting again."
Li Huirong said: "Your painting technique really surprised me, but this painting is called "Quiet Snow Flying Alone". If you add another painting, it will become nondescript and have no artistic conception at all."
"I told you there was no artistic conception."
"Then tell me what the artistic conception is?"
"Look, it's cold wind and snow, and a solitary bird flies alone, doesn't it look depressing? If I draw another one, with two birds as companions, doesn't it change the mood instantly, and the warmth is thick? The warmest time in life is when you are alone.
When you are helpless, if you have a partner as your companion, even a smile can fill your heart with warmth."
Li Huirong's heart skipped a beat when she heard this. These words touched her heart just right. She relied on herself for everything and never asked for help. But when she encountered an unsolvable problem, she couldn't find anyone to help her. At that moment, she felt like she was
He was so lonely and helpless, and all his pride was gone.
Looking towards Xie Fu, he really had a smile on his face, which made people infected by the sight, and made him smile warmly in his heart. He couldn't help but slowly stretched out his hand to touch his cheek.
"Do you think what I said makes sense?"
Xie Fu spoke suddenly, and Li Huirong stopped his hand, then naturally retracted it: "Even if it is reasonable, it is inevitable that it is a waste of a masterpiece."
Xie Fu smiled: "You are still narrow-minded and too restricted by your predecessors. Maybe this..."
His train of thought stopped for a moment, so he apologized and said with a smile: "We haven't decided on a name yet. This painting will be even better and more famous than "Quiet Snow Flying Alone" in the future."
"Maybe."
Xie Fu was very interested: "Do you know the story in this painting?"
Li Huirong smiled, this painting was painted by her, he just added a bird, what kind of story could there be in the painting, and said with a slight smile: "Can you tell me what kind of story there is in the painting?"
"This painting is called "Looking for Wife and Returning Home"."
Li Huirong burst into laughter: "You are really easy to talk nonsense."
Xie Fu chuckled: "The name I just picked up."
Li Huirong reluctantly stopped laughing and said: "Okay, you said it was "Looking for a Wife and Returning Home". There are only birds in this painting. Where did the people come from, and where did the wives come from?"
Xie Fu pointed at the birds painted by Li Huirong: "This is Miss Bird, this is Mr. Bird, they are a bird couple."
Li Huirong glared at him: "If you say so, I can also say that this is Miss Bird, this is Bird Slave, and Peipianpidian follows behind."
"Pipianpipianpianpian is right, but they are indeed a couple. If you don't believe it, just look at it."
When Xie Fu drew a bird with his finger, Li Huirong looked at it with a puzzled look on his face: "What?"
"This bird boy is holding a pair of pants in his hand."
"Pants?"
"Look, this is not a stroke of ink."
"I thought it was the wind?"
"Hey, didn't you see it was caught in the claws?"
Li Huirong was funny: "Okay, just think of it as pants." If it weren't for Xie Fu's superb technique and his accomplishments in painting, Li Huirong would have felt like he was talking to a madman.
Xie Fu pointed again: "Look, Miss Bird is not wearing pants?"
"Why can't I tell that I'm not wearing pants?"
"It's not like your skirt is lifted up and your legs are bare."
Li Huirong looked at it for a while, then suddenly made a sound and hit Fu Xie angrily: "This is the ink dizziness, what is the hem of the skirt?"
"I thought you drew the skirt for Miss Bird, so you drew the pants for Mr. Bird."
Li Huirong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He has never seen someone who is so good at talking nonsense, but he can give you a reason: "Just think of it as a skirt... so what?"
"Who would give pants to the wife, of course only the husband, so they are a pair of birds."
Li Huirong was defeated and said helplessly: "Okay, even if we are a couple, why don't we wear pants when we go out?"
"Of course I was on the bed, and I ran out in a hurry."
Li Huirong looked puzzled and thanked Fu with a smile: "It can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words."
This aroused Li Huirong's curiosity, so Xie Fu Qing said: "I want to know."
"You like to talk or not."
Xie Fu then whispered in his ear. After hearing this, Li Huirong looked embarrassed, waved his hand and punched Xie Fu several times: "It's all nonsense."
Xie Fu snorted: "What did I say before? You don't know the details of the people. The quarrel between the couple was probably because of this matter."
Li Huirong said lightly: "Do you still remember this sentence?"
As he recalled that when he first met, Mr. Xie was in such a miserable state, he couldn't help but smile. Unknowingly, it had been many years, and that scene seemed like yesterday.
Xie Fu said with a smile: "If you don't believe it, I'll wait until you get married... No, no, no, I'm wrong. I'll know when I get married."
"After hearing what you said, I have this idea."
Xie Fu smiled and remained silent for a while. Li Huirong was good at observing words and expressions: "What are you thinking about?"
Xie Fu smiled and said: "I'm thinking about who to marry...oh, who to marry you."
Li Huirong smiled lightly: "Can you do it?"
Xie Fu was stunned for a moment: "Me!"
Li Huirong nodded slightly and smiled: "I have already seen that you look very good when dressed up, and you should be worthy of being a dignified and elegant lady of a famous lady..."
Li Huirong's teasing and teasing did not make Xie Fu feel uncomfortable. Zhang Lingluo had acted in this kind of reversal of right and wrong more than once. As for Xiaoyun, she asked him to play the servant every time, and then she treated her as a superior.
Mrs. Wang, the two good and virtuous wives in her family should be more normal.
After all, men still have to look at their strength, and talking about strength on paper is empty.
"I'm very..." Xie Fu said, deliberately choking him, squinting his eyes and lowering his eyebrows, looking evil.
"I know, you have a fever."
"no……"
"Ha ha……"
Xie Fu only said two words before being interrupted by Li Huirong's laughter.
After Xie Fu waited for her laughter to stop, he said, "I want to say that I am very greedy. If you want to marry me, I don't know if I can handle it."
"I don't know, but..."
"However, if I can't feed you, you can let other men feed you."
Xie Fu's head was spinning, and he was a little confused about the order of things.
Li Huirong lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes slightly: "If you like women, you can also let women fill you up."