I really don’t know how Qian Qian’s brain can produce some strange things that make people overwhelmed.”
The corner of Yun Yuanyi's mouth seemed to have tasted the ice cream that he had not eaten for a long time. He smiled with swollen eyes: "Isn't that right? Only Qian Qian can make such a thing!"
Suddenly both of them stopped talking, fearing that they would be heartbroken again if they opened their mouths.
At dusk, the two of them went back together. When they passed Xuanyuan Che's room and walked in, Xuanyuan Che had already stood up and was writing in front of the desk.
Yun Yunyi stepped forward and said, "Young master is awake, would you like something to eat?"
Xuanyuan Che said nothing, as if he was completely unaware that the two people had entered the room. Mo Yaner walked over curiously, wanting to lower his head to see what he was writing.
As soon as I saw it, my eyes started to become misty again.
It turns out that Xuanyuan Che painted all the scenes he saw on the mountain. The stone hall, the square carved with stone railings, and what he is painting now is the shallow falling cliff.
Mo Yan'er wanted to reach out and snatch the pen from Xuanyuan Che's hand.
She thought that Xuanyuan Che had become unconscious because of longing for love, and he kept drawing these sad scenes. Who could withstand such pain would have to drive himself crazy.
Xuanyuan Che reacted extremely quickly and said, "Come over quickly and take a look."
The words were sonorous and powerful, not like the ravings of a sad person. Both of them felt very strange, and without having time to think about it, they both walked to Xuanyuan Che's side, one to the left and the other to the right.
Xuanyuan Che pointed to the painting in his hand and said: "This is the scene on the mountain about a month ago. According to my inference, Qian Qian should have fallen from this place." Xuanyuan Che pointed at the lines he had just sketched.
, there are no embellishments in the painting, except for the open space with bare stones.
Before the ink was completely dry, Xuanyuan Che's hands were already stained with ink. Yun Yuanyuan was about to take out a handkerchief to help him wipe it off, while saying, "Young Master is tired, let's go over there and rest for a while!"
Xuanyuan Che knew that they might think he was going crazy, so his tone was full of sympathy, so he stood up and looked at Yun Yuanyi seriously, and said: "I thought about it carefully, even if Qian Qian only survives one ten thousandth
We have to work hard, right?"
Yun Yujing felt quite comforted when he saw Xuanyuan Che regaining his confidence. Mo Yaner also came over and said, "Young Master is right. You want to see people alive, and you want to see corpses when dead. We haven't found Qian in one day."
Qian, don’t be discouraged. Let’s come over and discuss how to find Qian Qian. Young Master, you have been under the cliff, so you can tell us in detail.”
Xuanyuan Che felt happy when he saw that both of them agreed with his idea, so he ignored the fatigue of the past few days and pointed at the picture in his hand with high spirits, refusing to let go of every detail. Mo Yan'er and Yun Yuanyi listened,
Keep it in mind.
And in Yun Qingkuang's Shanshi General Forum, it seems that a lot of the happy atmosphere of the past has been lost, and everyone is talking about it...