Uncle Sun wonders if he spent the night with Aunt Moon last night.
It's been a long time coming.
The mountains are covered with heavy snow, and the sky and the earth are white.
Zheng Xiu was in a happy mood after opening the door. When Xiao Tao dressed him up in the morning, he specially told Xiao Tao a story about "red carp, green carp and donkey", which made Xiao Tao giggle.
"Sir, it's very cold today, don't get frozen."
Xiao Tao blushed and magically took out a cotton-bottomed robe with a snow-white velvet collar from behind her back and put it on Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu looked at the uneven seams at the seams, and then saw Xiao Tao's hands deliberately hidden in her sleeves.
He took out Xiao Tao's little hand hidden in his sleeve and looked at the tiny needle holes on the tender white fingers. He couldn't help but feel distressed and said, "Did you sew it?"
"Why?"
A little awkward in the wind and snow.
Heavy snow, rising sun, long skirt, bare feet, paper umbrella.
Xie Luohe kicked the horse's belly, causing the horse to move forward.
In a field of withered flowers.
"You are only fourteen years old, what can you do?"
Sitting behind Zheng Xiu was Xiao Tao, who sped up to catch up with Xie Luohe.
Zheng Xiu quickly put his distracting thoughts behind him and carried the bamboo basket to the dome.
But Zheng Xiu himself didn't know if he could live to his later years.
Zheng Xiu was stunned.
"Don't!"
I can actually squeeze in with the young master.
Zheng Xiu was confused: "You mean... the doorway?"
"Hmph, there's no need to worry, I have my own sense of discretion."
Xie Luohe asked with interest.
The snow on my head suddenly stopped falling.
The smile on the face of the little girl behind him suddenly solidified.
When Zheng Xiu saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment. Then he took the paper umbrella from Xiaotao's hand, walked quickly behind Xie Luohe, opened it, and covered Xie Luohe's head.
But Zheng Xiu clearly saw them suppressing their laughter and was obviously very happy.
But does this count?
Xie Luohe leaned over and rolled up the painting. She held an umbrella and looked down at Zheng Xiu. She no longer mentioned the painting, but asked with a slight smile, "Is it done?"
Fourteen years old fourteen years old fourteen years old.
Zheng Xiu kept reminding himself that this little girl was only fourteen years old.
Zheng Xiu hadn't made a mistake in painting for a long time, and for a while he didn't know whether to repaint or just forget about it.
A painting is about to take shape.
As he spoke, Xie Luohe shook off the black cloth, revealing the dark thing inside.
Xie Luohe's luggage was large and long, and her bow was obviously hidden inside.
"Haha, it doesn't matter, I went in early."
"Since you want to prove that you are not her, don't talk about her all the time. Take it honestly." Zheng Xiu said with a straight face: "I am a painter and I have the final say. Today I will paint 'In the Heavy Snow'
The Sierra with an umbrella in the middle'."
She doesn't polish her ink for the young master every day.
Xie Luohe always gets up earlier than Zheng Xiu.
He knew the strength of Xie Luohe's hand. Who knows which mountain col she would lose this time, and she would never be able to find it again.
The snow is white, the umbrella is red, and the hair is black.
"What kind of weapon is this?"
In an instant, Zheng Xiu's handwriting drew an umbrella in front of him.
Xie Luohe wanted to say that it was a dream and a lie.
After receiving Xie Luohe's instructions, Xiaotao had already packed two large bags and carried them behind her without waiting for Zheng Xiu's arrangement.
After a moment of silence, the two of them said to Xiao Tao in unison: "Xiao Tao, you go down first."
After regaining the weapon, Zheng Xiu bit his finger in pain again.
The two of them took a few steps closer, but Zheng Xiu didn't have the nerve to press on anymore. Under Xie Luohe's murderous gaze, Zheng Xiu could only stop his hand angrily: "Okay, give it back to me first, and I'll tell you what it is."
Beside him, Zheng Xiu suddenly perked up his ears.
Xie Luohe seemed to see through his little thoughts, and Zheng Xiu could only reach out to Xiaotao.
She had no idea what kind of strange struggle Zheng Xiu went through at that moment, nor did she know that Zheng Xiu didn't miss that finishing touch. Instead of being upset, she was strangely relieved.
Without waiting for Xiaotao, Zheng Xiu personally took out the bamboo tube from the bamboo basket, poured out the water, and ground the thick ink.
Xiao Tao on the side had already opened her mouth wide in shock, opening it roundly, like a small steamed bun, and could not close it for a long time.
Xiao Tao was just trying to take advantage of the long-term master-servant relationship with Xie Luohe. She was trembling all over and risked her life to step forward to intercede for the young master.
A domineering female president, right?
For so many days, Zheng Xiu never painted the front of Xieluo River.
"otherwise?"
Zheng Xiu was speechless.
Zheng Xiu raised his sleeves and raised his pen in the air, but Zheng Xiu's hands were shaking involuntarily.
Each of them is quite capable of pretending.
The golden morning sun reflected on Xie Luohe's elegant back, casting a gorgeous golden glow around her.
"Yeah~"
In the end, only the eyes remain.
Zheng Xiu hurriedly looked for cinnabar. He looked dazed and muttered to himself. After sitting there for a moment, he suddenly bit his finger and painted with blood, creating dots of peach blossoms on the paper umbrella.
While shaking, a drop of blood dripped down the tip of the pen from the unhealed wound on his bitten finger.
Huh? I’m going to be fifteen this year.
The heavy snow was still falling and fell on Zheng Xiu.
"Let me state in advance that this is just an ordinary pen. I don't blame Lao Jiao."
A woman with a gentle face and flowing black hair.
The teachings of vomiting blood from the great master of painting.
However, when Zheng Xiu went out, he paused and added.
Zheng Xiu scratched his head: "Not yet..."
The next year.
Xiao Tao held a paper umbrella and followed Zheng Xiu step by step with small steps.
The long desk had been exposed to the sun and rain for a long time, and the paint peeled off.
Xie Luohe raised the corners of his mouth and sneered: "You are self-righteous."
Xiao Tao's face was so red that it almost burned.
Xie Luohe's eyes twitched. This angle suddenly reminded Xie Luohe of a certain scene.
All he could see was the Xieluo River in front of him.
But as the sun began to rise, the temperature warmed up and the wind became lighter.
She has served the headmaster personally for many years and knows his temper.
"Tick tock."
When he came back to his senses, the painting seemed to be ruined. It was supposed to be a perfect painting, but only a blur of bright red remained on the face.
He looked back at Xiaotao.
Zheng Xiu smiled bitterly: "The huge Yunhe Village has no secrets in your 'ears'?"
He knew that he was in the wrong, so he had no choice but to give in.
The corners of Xie Luohe's mouth curled up slightly, and she looked up at the sky: "The snow has stopped."
He reluctantly opened his clothes and took out the big dick hidden in his clothes.
Redrawing would break the "rules".
Xie Luohe's pupils shrank and he actually took a step back, looking directly at Zheng Xiu's back, as if there was something behind Zheng Xiu's back.
Zheng Xiu completed the entire process in one go, except for the "dotting the eyes" step.
Too bold.
Xieluohe brought Xiaotao with him.
Xie Yunliu originally arranged for three fast horses.
In front of the door, Xie Luohe suddenly remembered something and asked: "What is the name of your deal?"
Xie Luohe gently turned the paper umbrella and looked back with a smile.
Ever since he followed the rules and painted a picture for Xie Luohe every day, he always felt uncomfortable every day he didn't paint.
After hearing Zheng Xiu's words, Xie Luohe was not only lifeless, but also leaned his paper umbrella on his shoulder, turning it around, and assumed a comfortable standing posture, with his back to the two of them.
It is well known that the judge's pen is hairless.
Zheng Xiu asked with wide eyes.
"If you are clumsy, don't sew next time."
But when he met Zheng Xiu's eyes, all the surprise on Xie Luohe's face faded away, leaving only indifference and calmness.
at this time.
Zheng Xiu returned to his seat angrily.
The finishing touch is the final step.
Xiaotao lifted up her sleeves and covered the young master's head to protect him from the snow.
Zheng Xiu was stunned and looked up to see something from Xie Luohe's eyes.
Xie Luohe did not turn around, but said in a calm tone: "You don't have to be like this, I'm not her."
Xieluohe pointed his toe a little and jumped onto another horse.
Xie Luohe asked him to wait.
Zheng Xiu couldn’t laugh or cry: “This is mine!”
With just a few strokes, Xie Luohe's smile came alive and appeared on the page.
Xie Luohe remained silent, holding a red "invitation" between his two fingers, and threw it at Zheng Xiu's face.
"What a pity. It's all the fault of the snow. Otherwise, this calligraphy painting by the young master would be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation."
"Don't forget, it was you who proposed the bet. You want me to admit that I am Feng Bei, and I also want you to admit that you are Gongsun Mo."
Zheng Xiu was motionless, the tip of his pen trembling, all the way to his fingers, wrists, and shoulders.
Sometimes the young master felt sorry for her and wouldn't let her follow him.
Zheng Xiu winked at Xie Luohe proudly: "Does it look familiar?"
Xie Luohe was wearing thin clothes, with his back to Zheng Xiu, looking at the mountains in the distance, as if waiting for the rising sun.
With that said, Zheng Xiu walked around to Xie Luohe and put the umbrella into Xie Luohe's hand. When he looked up, he happened to see Xie Luohe's surprised expression.
The name doesn't matter, Zheng Xiu always feels that Xie Luohe's motive for doing this is unclear.
Today she accidentally discovered that the young master dared to speak to the master in such a tone.
Xie Luohe sighed softly: "You shouldn't go in."
Zheng Xiu fastened the rope buckle and said something.
But he still refused to accept it.
"Where exactly are we going?"
When he looked up, he saw that it was Xie Luohe holding an umbrella over Xiao Tao and Zheng Xiu, staring calmly at the imperfect painting.
Zheng Xiu asked back: "There are no secrets for you in Yunhe Village, guess what?"
The still-warm stylus that came out of the oven yesterday was wrapped in black cloth, tucked into his belt, and hidden on his back. This made Zheng Xiu's waist look extra straight today.
Xie Luohe held the stylus high, refusing to let Zheng Xiu snatch it.
Especially Xiao Buping. He joined Yunhe Village as a temporary measure and thought about escaping all the time. Now Zheng Xiu can follow Xie Luohe and leave Yunhe Village... Wait a minute. Xiao is looking at Xie Luohe and the others from a distance.
Bu Ping suddenly felt ecstatic in his heart. Xie Luohe was gone. With his unparalleled lightness skills, wouldn't it be easy to escape from Yunhe Village?
Xie Yunliu took a few steps, and the sadness on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by another kind of solemnity: "Sister, you must be careful on this trip."
I have never painted the face of Xie Luohe.
The moment Xie Luohe looked back, Zheng Xiu's mind was filled with the thought of painting this scene.
Unexpectedly, at this angle, Xie Luohe's eyes were blocked.
Zheng Xiu snatched the luggage, which contained clothes, travel gear, hidden weapons, sweat medicine, human skin masks, wound medicine, in short, there were many necessary items for traveling in the world.
When Zheng Xiu saw that Xie Luohe was about to lose it, he hurriedly stepped forward to grab it.
Xiao Tao was just about to say that the wind and snow are blowing hard and the young master is weak, so he should go back to the house quickly.
What will happen?
Zheng Xiu disagreed and waved the stylus again, and the bloody umbrella dissipated in the wind and snow.
Xiao Tao's face was ashen.
Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr., aren’t you afraid of death?
When Zheng Xiu waved the stylus, a faint blood light left an arc-shaped trajectory in the air strangely.
"It's so warm."
After the light red trajectory swayed slightly, the umbrella actually came to life. Zheng Xiu stretched out his hand, "grabbed" the translucent blood umbrella, and held it above his head. The fine snow was isolated by the "blood umbrella".
"roll."
Seeing that the young master recognized her craftsmanship at a glance, Xiao Tao lowered her head and responded with a voice like a gnat. Only she could taste the joy in her heart.
The snow stopped.
There are even obvious sun marks on the exposed rocks below that have not been exposed to snow.
Xie Luohe was very sure: "I'll leave today."
It’s over!
Zheng Xiu is hairy.
"It's one of my men who fought for you."
Xiao Tao laughed again.
Being impartial, it was today, and Zheng Xiu had every reason to suspect that Xie Luohe had known that he was secretly making weapons and was waiting for him to finish tinkering before leaving.
The blood dripped down and when Zheng Xiu touched it with his pen, the black hair at the tip of the pen was immediately dyed with a faint red light.
Zheng Xiu helped Xiao Tao onto the horse, feeling that Xie Luohe might not be able to hear it, but in fact the thunderous voice in her ears whispered in Xiao Tao's ear: "Remember, girls should sit sideways when riding horses. Don't imitate others, otherwise
If you bump it around, you will lose something precious."
"Oh, I haven't figured out how to punish you for making weapons privately, but you are worried that I will blame Lao Jiao."
Xiaotao can't ride a horse.
In the painting, the woman's face is dizzy with blood, like ripples.
So shy.
Xie Luohe made a motion of throwing it out.
"Red, red, red."
The heavy snowfall coincided with the first ray of morning light rising from the other side of the mountain.
Zheng Xiu didn't know if this was the drawback of "taking shortcuts".
I don't know when it started, but she was waiting there.
The hot blood melted a snowflake, and the pale red snow bloomed on the face of the woman in the painting.
"Leave me alone?"
The next scene made Xiao Tao inhale suddenly in shock, and her bellyband became a little tight.
This is destined to be the bright moon shining on the ditch.
The thing called curiosity was like a mouse, gnawing at Zheng Xiu's chest, making Zheng Xiu feel unbearably itchy.
But the shortcut to the Xieluo River is very comfortable.
In just a short time, Zheng Xiu had already opened the eighth door and realized a new painting technique.
Zheng Xiu happily walked up to the dome carrying the bamboo basket on his back.
After Xiao Tao left.
When the bandits in Yunhe Village heard that the leader was going out, they all cried and screamed, surrounding the door and wailing.
Xie Luohe: "No..."
But when the words came to her lips, she realized that she could not persuade the man in front of her with a few words, so she could only shake her head, turn around and walk towards the wooden house.
Xie Luohe stretched out his hand to tuck his raised temple hair behind his ears, stretched out his hand towards Zheng Xiu, and said with a smile: "Bring it here."
But when he first came up with the idea of "it doesn't hurt to draw the front once", Gongsun Mo's memory would always appear in his mind involuntarily.
Zheng Xiumu quickly rode on one of the horses and stretched out his hand towards Xie Luohe: "Here, I'll give you a ride."
Xie Luohe's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his expression returned to calm: "It's a boring trick."
Putting the brushes of different sizes on the pen, Zheng Xiu picked up the pen, and all the sounds in the world suddenly became silent in Zheng Xiu's ears.
"The finishing touch."
Xiaotao didn't seem to understand, but she obeyed and squeezed into the same saddle with the young master, feeling warm.
Next year sixteen.
swish swish...
Xie Luohe said confidently.
Suddenly.
It wasn't until Xie Luohe changed into a black outfit in the house and carried his luggage that Zheng Xiu knew that today was the "day to go out" as Xie Luohe had said.
That sentence seems to be saying that once the Gongsun family paints people, something will happen.
Xiaotao saw everything in her eyes, held her breath, and did not dare to move. It was as if she was afraid that her breathing would be too loud and disturb the master's charming posture while painting.
"Leaving today?"
Ahead, the Xieluo River staggered on horseback.
He has important things to do.
"Luohe."
Zheng Xiu wanted to pretend to be stupid, but Xie Luohe clenched his fist and made a clicking sound.
These light words made Zheng Xiu feel all the pride in his face gone, and he became deflated.
"shelf!"
Only Xie Luohe, holding a peach blossom paper umbrella, and Zheng Xiu sitting on the ground were left on the dome.
Zheng Xiu and Xiao Tao never said a word again.
If Zheng Xiu was angry at the beginning, perhaps it was because of a battle of ideas.
Although she said it was nice to be the head of the family, sometimes it wasn't that nice.
"Judge's Pen?" Xie Luohe was indeed a martial arts expert. She mentioned the unpopular weapon, but she quickly shook her head.
Zheng Xiu sat down suddenly, quickly wiped off the snow on the long desk with his sleeves, and spread rice paper on it.
A crisp sound suddenly woke up Zheng Xiu, who was immersed in painting.
When Chu Chengfeng and the others learned that Zheng Xiu was going to travel with Xie Luohe, their eyes widened.
Heavy snow fell, leaving a thin layer on the shoulders of Xieluohe and the tips of his hair.
How could he not see that the little girl had a secret affection for him?
"It's called 'Luohe'."
When Xiaotao saw the two people saying the same thing in different tones, she felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart. She nodded and left.
Zheng Xiu stretched out his hand to catch it.
Letting the horse run freely, Zheng Xiu glanced at the words on the cover of the invitation.
I saw that the sealing mud on the red invitation had long since melted away, and on the cover of the invitation, someone had written the three words "龙飞峰五" in gold paint.