Su Yurou's villa is also a duplex. There are two rooms on the first floor, a kitchen, a public toilet, a hall, a dining room and a living room. In addition to a sofa and a TV, there is also a piano in the living room.
There are three rooms on the second floor, a study room, a guest room, and another room that is Su Yurou's master bedroom.
"Brother Leng Xuan, come to my room!" As Su Yurou spoke, she took Leng Xuan upstairs.
Just as he walked to the door of Su Yurou's room, the Baibaojian pendant Leng Xuan wore on his chest actually had a faint strange feeling. When Su Yurou wasn't paying attention, he opened his collar and took a look, and found that the Baibaojian was actually glowing.
His heart was shocked and he thought to himself: "Could it be that there is a rare treasure of cultivation in Yurou's room?"
After entering her room, Su Yurou still had no intention of letting go. Instead, she shook Leng Xuan's arm and said with a smile, "Brother Leng Xuan, look, I painted all these walls. Doesn't it look good?"
Leng Xuan was a little absent-minded at first, but after hearing this, he came back to his senses and found that the walls of Su Yurou's room were covered with all kinds of oil paintings, most of which were about people. At first glance, he felt a bit dazzled.
Su Yurou said that she had painted it herself, and then she took a closer look and found that the characters and scenery in the painting were really lifelike, and she couldn't help but praise: "I didn't expect that Yurou could also paint. Well, the painting is really good.
good!"
"Haha, brother Leng Xuan, look at this picture!" As she spoke, Su Yurou gently pointed at a painting on the bedside.
Leng Xuan turned his head and took a look, and was suddenly startled. The picture of a young man fighting with a robber, wasn't that exactly what happened in the bank that day? And who was that young man if he wasn't himself?
Seeing Leng Xuan's astonished expression, Su Yurou smiled sweetly and said, "Brother Leng Xuan, do I look like you in my painting?"
Leng Xuan felt a warm feeling in his heart for no reason. He was really touched. A person could paint himself so closely just from memory. So, how deep must his impression be in the mind of the painter? I'm afraid.
It has entered the bone marrow and the soul, right?
Thinking of this, Leng Xuan smiled tenderly and said sincerely: "It's very similar." At this moment, he was very excited. He felt that if he had such a sister in his life, it would be God's blessing to him.
A kind of favor.
Su Yurou let go of Leng Xuan's hand and said, "Brother Leng Xuan, I said I wanted to give you something. Just wait a moment, I'll get it!" After saying that, she let go of her hand and walked to her usual study room.
In front of the table, he opened a drawer underneath and took out a small box. After opening it, there were two rings, one large and one small, with strange patterns and ancient colors lying quietly inside.
Su Yurou used two slender fingers to take out the larger ring from the box, handed it to Leng Xuan, and said with a smile: "Brother Leng Xuan, this is for you."
Leng Xuan was startled for a moment, and the strange feeling coming from the Baibaojian on his chest became stronger. He immediately understood that the treasure was the pair of rings in front of him, and he couldn't help but said in surprise: "Yurou, this
yes?"
"This was given to me by my grandmother when she passed away. She said it was passed down from her family. It's called the Dragon and Phoenix Lingxi Ring. The big one is called the Dragon Ring, and the smaller one is called the Phoenix Ring. But I don't know what material it is made of.
It's not a precious item!" Su Yurou smiled cutely and said, "I will wear the smaller one, and brother Leng Xuan will wear the older one."