Tianjing four years, January 16th.
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 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 like magic, she took out a snow-white velvet-collared cotton-bottomed robe from behind and draped 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?"
"Yeah~"
Seeing that the young master recognized her craftsmanship at a glance, Xiao Tao lowered her head and responded in a voice like a gnat. Only she could taste the joy in her heart.
"If you are clumsy, don't sew next time."
Zheng Xiu buttoned the rope and said something.
The smile on the face of the little girl behind him suddenly froze.
However, when Zheng Xiu went out, he paused and added.
"It's so warm."
Xiaotao smiled again.
Fourteen, fourteen, fourteen.
Zheng Xiu kept reminding himself that this little girl was only fourteen years old.
Huh? It will be fifteen this year.
Next year sixteen.
The next year.
How could he not see that the little girl had a secret affection for him.
But Zheng Xiu himself didn't know whether he could live to the next year.
He has important things to do.
This is destined to be the fate of the bright moon shining on the ditch.
Zheng Xiu quickly put his distracting thoughts behind him and carried the bamboo basket to the dome.
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.
Zheng Xiu didn't know if this was the drawback of "taking shortcuts".
But the shortcut to the Xieluo River is pleasant.
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.
Xiao Tao held a paper umbrella and followed Zheng Xiu step by step with small steps.
The still-warm stylus that came out 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.
In a field of withered flowers.
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.
Heavy snow fell, leaving a thin layer on Xieluohe's shoulders and hair.
Xie Luohe always gets up earlier than Zheng Xiu.
I don't know when it started, but she was waiting there.
When Zheng Xiu saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment. Then he grabbed the paper umbrella from Xiaotao's hand, walked quickly behind Xieluohe, opened it at once, and covered Xieluohe's head.
Xie Luohe did not turn around, but said in an indifferent tone: "You don't have to be like this, I am not her."
"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' Umbrella in the Sierra'."
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.
But when he met Zheng Xiu's eyes, all the surprise on Xie Luohe's face faded away, leaving only indifference and calmness.
Suddenly.
Xie Luohe raised the corners of his mouth and sneered: "You are self-righteous."
"Leave me alone?"
Zheng Xiu returned to his seat angrily.
The long eucalyptus had been exposed to the sun and rain for a long time, and the paint peeled off.
There are even obvious sun marks on the exposed rocks below that have not been exposed to snow.
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.
She doesn't grind ink for the young master every day.
Sometimes the young master felt sorry for her and wouldn't let her follow him.
Today she accidentally discovered that the young master dared to speak to the master in such a tone.
It’s over!
Xiao Tao's face was ashen.
She has served the headmaster personally for many years and knows his temper.
Although she said it was nice to be the head of the family, sometimes it wasn't that nice.
Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr., aren’t you afraid of death?
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.
The next scene made Xiao Tao inhale suddenly in shock, and her bellyband became a little tighter.
After hearing Zheng Xiu's words, Xie Luohe was not only lifeless, but also leaned the paper umbrella on his shoulders, turning it gracefully, and assumed a comfortable standing posture, with his back to the two of them.
at this time.
The heavy snowfall coincided with the first ray of morning light emerging from the other side of the mountain.
The golden morning sun reflected on Xie Luohe's elegant back, casting a gorgeous golden glow around her.
Xie Luohe gently turned the paper umbrella and looked back with a smile.
Zheng Xiu and Xiao Tao never said a word again.
Zheng Xiu sat down abruptly, quickly wiped off the snow on the eucalyptus with his sleeves, and spread rice paper on it.
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.
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.
All he could see was the Xieluo River in front of him.
swish swish...
The moment Xie Luohe looked back, Zheng Xiu could only think of painting this scene.
Heavy snow, rising sun, long skirt, bare feet, paper umbrella.
A woman with a gentle face and flowing black hair.
The snow is white, the umbrella is red, and the hair is black.
A painting is about to take shape.
"Red, red, red."
Zheng Xiu went to find cinnabar in a hurry. 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.
With just a few strokes, Xie Luohe's smile came alive on the page.
In the end only the eyes remain.
For so many days, Zheng Xiu never painted the front of Xieluo River.
I have never painted the face of Xie Luohe.
If Zheng Xiu was angry at first, maybe it was because of a battle of ideas.
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.
The teachings of vomiting blood from the great master of painting.
That sentence seems to be saying that once the Gongsun family draws people, something will happen.
Something will happen.
The thing called curiosity was like a mouse, gnawing at Zheng Xiu's chest, making Zheng Xiu feel unbearably itchy.
"The finishing touch."
The finishing touch is the final step.
Zheng Xiu raised his sleeves and raised his pen in the air, but Zheng Xiu's hands were shaking involuntarily.
The heavy snow was still falling and fell on Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu completed the entire process in one go, except for the "dotting the eyes" step.
Xiao Tao saw everything in her eyes, held her breath, and did not dare to move. It was as if he was afraid that his breathing too loudly would disturb the master's charming posture when he was painting.
Zheng Xiu was motionless, the tip of his pen trembling, all the way to his fingers, wrists, and shoulders.
While shaking, a drop of blood dripped down the tip of the pen from the unhealed wound on the bitten finger.
The hot blood melted a snowflake, and the pale red snow water bloomed on the face of the woman in the painting.
"Tick tock."
A crisp sound suddenly woke up Zheng Xiu, who was immersed in painting.
When he came back to his senses, the picture scroll seemed to be destroyed. It should have been a perfect picture, and there was only a lake of bright red left on the face.
"It's such 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."
Xiaotao lifted up her sleeves and covered the young master's head to protect him from the snow.
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 annoyed, she was strangely relieved.
Xiao Tao was just about to say that the wind and snow were strong and the young master was weak, so he hurried back to the house.
The snow on my head suddenly stopped falling.
When he looked up, he saw Xie Luohe holding an umbrella over Xiao Tao and Zheng Xiu, staring calmly at the imperfect painting.
In the painting, the woman's face is dizzy with blood, like ripples.
Zheng Xiu hadn't made a mistake in painting for a long time, and he didn't know whether to repaint or just forget about it.
Redrawing would break the "rules".
But does that 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, "Done?"
Zheng Xiu was stunned and looked up to see something from Xie Luohe's eyes.
Unexpectedly, at this angle, Xie Luohe's eyes were blocked.
He looked back at Xiao Tao.
After a moment of silence, the two of them said to Xiao Tao in unison: "Xiao Tao, you go down first."
When Xiaotao saw the two people speaking the same sentence in different tones, she felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart, nodded, and left.
After Xiao Tao left.
Only Xie Luohe, holding a peach blossom paper umbrella, and Zheng Xiu sitting on the ground were left on the dome.
A little awkward in the wind and snow.
But as the sun rises, the temperature warms up and the wind calms down a bit.
Zheng Xiu smiled bitterly: "The huge Yunhe Village has no secrets in your 'ears'?"
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."
Zheng Xiu wanted to pretend to be stupid, but Xie Luohe clenched his fist and made a "stuck" sound.
He reluctantly opened his clothes and took out the big dick hidden in his clothes.
"Let me state in advance that this is just an ordinary pen. I don't blame Lao Jiao."
"Oh, I haven't figured out how to punish you for making weapons privately, but you are worried that I will blame Lao Jiao."
As he spoke, Xie Luohe shook off the black cloth, revealing the dark guy inside.
"Judge's Pen?" Xie Luohe was worthy of being a martial artist. She mentioned the unpopular weapon, but she quickly shook her head.
It is well known that the judge's pen is hairless.
Zheng Xiu’s hairy one.
"What kind of weapon is this?"
Xie Luohe asked with interest.
Zheng Xiu asked back: "There are no secrets for you in Yunhe Village, guess what?"
Xie Luohe made a motion of throwing it out.
"Don't!"
When Zheng Xiu saw that Xie Luohe was about to lose it, he hurriedly stepped forward to grab it.
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.
Xie Luohe held the stylus high, refusing to let Zheng Xiu snatch it.
The two of them took a few steps closer, but Zheng Xiu didn't have the nerve to press on him again. 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."
After getting the weapon back, Zheng Xiu bit his finger again in pain.
The blood dripped down, and Zheng Xiu touched it with his pen, and the black hair at the tip of the pen was immediately dyed with a dull red light.
When Zheng Xiu waved the stylus, the faint blood left strange arc-shaped tracks in the air.
Xie Luohe Tong shrank and took a step back, looking directly at Zheng Xiu's back, as if there was something behind Zheng Xiu's back.
In an instant, Zheng Xiu's handwriting drew an umbrella in front of him.
After the pale red trajectory swayed slightly, the umbrella 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".
Zheng Xiu winked at Xie Luohe proudly: "Does it look familiar?"
Xie Luohe's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his expression returned to calm: "It's a boring trick."
This fluttering sentence made Zheng Xiu lose all his pride and became deflated.
Xie Luohe sighed softly: "You shouldn't go in."
Zheng Xiu was confused: "You mean... the doorway?"
"otherwise?"
"Haha, it doesn't matter, I went in early."
Zheng Xiu disagreed and waved the iron pen again, and the bloody umbrella dissipated in the wind and snow.
Xie Luohe wanted to say that it was a dream and a lie.
But when the words came to her lips, she understood 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.
In front of the door, Xie Luohe suddenly remembered something and asked, "What's the name of your deal?"
Zheng Xiu scratched his head: "Not yet..."
"Luohe."
Zheng Xiu was stunned.
"It's called 'Luohe'."
Zheng Xiu couldn't laugh or cry: "This is mine!"
"It's my man who fought for you."
Xie Luohe said confidently.
Zheng Xiu was speechless.
A domineering female president, right?
He knew that he was in the wrong, so he had no choice but to give in.
But he still refused to accept it.
"Why?"
The name doesn't matter, Zheng Xiu always feels that Xie Luohe's motive for doing this is unclear.
"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."
The corners of Xie Luohe's mouth curled up slightly, and she looked up at the sky: "The snow has stopped."
The snow stopped.
Xie Luohe asked him to wait.
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.
Being impartial 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.
"Leaving today?"
Zheng Xiu asked with wide eyes.
Xie Luohe was very sure: "I'll leave today."
Xie Luohe took Xiao Tao with him.
When the bandits in Yunhe Village heard that the leader was going out, they all cried and screamed, surrounding the door and wailing.
But Zheng Xiu clearly saw them suppressing their laughter and was obviously very happy.
All of them are quite capable of pretending.
After receiving Xie Luohe's instructions, Xiaotao had already packed two large bags and carried them behind her without waiting for Zheng Xiu's arrangements.
"You are only fourteen years old, what can you do?"
Zheng Xiu snatched the luggage, which contained clothes, travel gear, concealed weapons, sweat medicine, human skin masks, wound medicine, in short, there were many necessary items for traveling in the world.
Xie Luohe's luggage was large and long, and her bow was obviously hidden inside.
When Chu Chengfeng and the others learned that Zheng Xiu was going to travel with Xie Luohe, their eyes widened.
Especially Xiao Buping. He joined Yunhe Village as a temporary measure and thought about escaping all the time. Now Zheng Xiu can actually follow Xie Luohe and leave Yunhe Village... Wait a minute. Xiao Buping, who was looking at the three people in Xie Luohe from a distance, suddenly felt ecstatic. With Xie Luohe gone, wouldn't it be easy for him to escape from Yunhe Village with his unparalleled lightness skills?
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."
Xie Luohe: "No..."
Zheng Xiu pricked up his ears fiercely.
"Hmph, there's no need to worry, I have my own sense of discretion."
Xie Yunliu originally arranged for three fast horses.
Zheng Xiu jumped on one of them and stretched out his hand toward Xie Luohe: "Here, I'll give you a ride."
Xie Luohe's eyes twitched. This angle suddenly reminded Xie Luohe of a certain scene.
"roll."
Xieluohe tiptoes a little and leaps onto another horse.
"shelf!"
Xie Luohe kicked the horse's belly, causing the horse to move forward.
Xie Luohe seemed to see through his little thoughts, and Zheng Xiu could only reach out to Xiaotao.
Xiaotao can't ride a horse.
Zheng Xiu helped Xiao Tao onto the horse, feeling that Xie Luohe might not be able to hear it, but in fact, the thundering voice whispered in Xiao Tao's ear: "Remember, when girls ride horses, they should sit sideways. Don't imitate other people. Otherwise, if you turn it upside down, you will lose something precious."
Ahead, the Xieluo River staggered on horseback.
Xiaotao didn't seem to understand, but she obeyed and squeezed into the same saddle with the young master, keeping warm.
So shy.
To be able to squeeze in with the young master.
Too bold.
Xiao Tao's face was so red that it almost burned.
Sitting behind Zheng Xiu was Xiao Tao, who sped up to catch up with Xie Luohe.
"Where exactly are we going?"
Xie Luohe remained silent, holding a red "invitation" between his two fingers and smashing it into Zheng Xiu's face.
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.
——"Hero post".
