Aunt Luo came in a hurry, still thinking about how to please the old lady, but when she saw the tall and tall painter, the corners of her eyes couldn't help but twitch, and her face instantly turned as white as snow.
Lin Qingran looked at the painter. He was dressed in plain clothes, with tall black hair, handsome face, and big eyes. He was a handsome young man with a scholarly spirit, which was particularly attractive.
When the painter saw the person he had been thinking about, he felt happy, and then he was stunned for a long time. Behind the joy was frustration.
He is just a young man whose family has fallen into disgrace. Although he is not yet at the end of his rope, looking at his current status and looking at the silk and satin of the other person, he has already broken up with that person and has become a
The difference between cloud and mud.
Just when Aunt Luo was sweating in her heart but it didn't seem to show on her face, the painter looked over again.
However, this time Lin Qingran made a mistake and blocked Aunt Luo's path. I don't know if she did it on purpose. Her beautiful eyes looked directly at the painter, and the girl's eyes were as cold as snow and as quiet as an ancient well.
When they met each other, no matter how long it took, it was as if they could see through the person. The painter was so frightened that he trembled. When he looked again, the girl's eyes had already moved away lightly.
The painter calmed down, seemed to wake up from his trance, and continued to paint for Mrs. Lin.
Lin Qingxi's eyes moved slightly, and she said brightly: "Aunt Luo, this painter's painting is good, take a look, isn't it?"
Aunt Luo stiffened, took the drawing paper sent by Lin Qingxi, looked at it carefully, and said, "It's not bad!"
Aunt Hua sneered, and said with a smile: "Aunt Luo still knows how to paint? I really didn't know that Aunt Luo had such attainments." She thought that when they met suddenly, the two lovers in love would reveal their reunion after a long separation.
He was so excited that he showed off his waistcoat.
Aunt Fang glanced at Aunt Luo with some sympathy, obviously seeing something from the abnormality just now, and said softly: "Aunt Luo is from the Luo family, which has been a scholarly family for hundreds of years, so why can't she understand the meaning of paintings?"
Aunt Hua's eyes were like swords and swords, and she was about to speak again. Lin Qingran suddenly got in front of her and said calmly: "Aunt Luo, the hosta on your head is really nice!"
Aunt Luo was slightly stunned. She really didn't expect Lin Qingran to come to the rescue. She thought they had become life-or-death enemies after what happened at the dinner party.
When Lin Qingran said this, everyone's eyes were directed to the jade hairpin on Aunt Luo's head. The jade hairpin was translucent green and absolutely extraordinary.
Aunt Hua looked at her, her eyes changing again and again, and finally, she smiled slowly: "Aunt Luo is so lucky, this is the grace given by the master."
Lin Qingran almost choked with laughter. Aunt Hua acted like she was the wife of the Lin family. She was so jealous that she almost vomited blood, but she still pretended to be virtuous and generous.
If she were really the wife of the Lin family, there would be nothing wrong with her behavior, but it was a pity! She was just an aunt.
Lin Qingran smiled faintly and stopped speaking. She just looked at her coldly, ignoring Aunt Luo's begging expression.
If you really give me some color, you can open a dyeing workshop.
At this moment, Lin Qingyin screamed and pointed forward: "Ah..."
Lin Qingran's expression tightened, and he hurriedly looked in the direction of Lin Qingyin's finger, and saw the painter spurting out a mouthful of blood like a fountain, and his person was like a stiff stone, straight back.
Throwing it away, Lin Qingran could hear the sound of the heavy object hitting the ground even from a distance.
Frowning her brows, Lin Qingran thought to herself: Which song is this singing again?