Su Mo waved to Liu Huo to bring him a pen, and Lan Ru began to draw the portrait.
When Lan Ru finished the painting, Su Mo tilted her head, looked at it, and said to Huangfu Jin, "Brother Jin, who do you look like?"
Huangfu Jin took a glance and saw that the third aunt's eyebrows and eyes looked a little like that of Mrs. Zi Lin, and the fourth aunt's temperament was probably more like Mrs. Zi Jun's.
So, the love saint Mr. Shen found two substitutes for his sweetheart?
Su Mo's heart sneered coldly, and suddenly she felt a bit contemptuous.
I really don’t know what he can say if he finds these two aunts, even if they are like Mrs. Zijun?
Is he affectionate?
Humph, it’s really funny. Just now you looked like you didn’t dare to look at the portrait. Aren’t you facing somewhat similar faces every day?
Is this what is called empathy?
Then Mrs. Zijun, who is under the Nine Springs, doesn't know whether to be happy or cry.
After discussing some things, everyone went to rest.
In the middle of the night, there was a flute sound coming from nowhere, a whimpering sound that was sad, lingering, and full of resentment.
Someone seemed to be crying in the night wind, and the sound was sad, pitiful and moving, and in turn frightening.
"Shen Fankong, Shen Fankong, you hypocrite, you thin lover..."
The woman's voice was weeping and complaining, coming closer from a distance. The voice seemed hollow, dry, and full of accusations as if it had no carrier.
Shen Fankong opened his eyes suddenly, "Zijun!"
He sat upright, looking somewhere in the darkness with his eyes wide open.
Rui Qing, the girl who was keeping watch outside, hurriedly brought a candle and said, "Master, you have a nightmare."
Only then did Shen Fankong feel that he was covered in sweat, wet and a little uncomfortable.
Ruiqing placed the lampstand on the incense table beside him, lifted up the bed curtain, and let Mr. Shen bathe in the light. "Do you want me to get some water for you to wash yourself?"
Mr. Shen shook his head, fumbled around a bit, and found the scroll, "No, please step back."
Ruiqing agreed and retreated, but did not dare to sleep. He continued to do needlework on the couch outside, occasionally taking a nap.
The sound outside seemed to have disappeared, maybe it was an auditory hallucination. Mr. Shen breathed a sigh of relief, fumbled for the scroll, and slowly opened it.
Although the person in the painting is gone, he still seems to be able to see clearly where to start, where to outline, where to detail, where to repair...
They were all drawn by him in one stroke, integrating all his feelings for her.
