Mountain Village Ancient House 8

"...Zuo Qing, did you draw this?"

Gao Zhou originally came to join in the fun, but the moment he saw the painting, he couldn't move.

He stared blankly at the man in the painting, feeling as if time and space were confused. It was as if I really saw a handsome man in a white robe, unstained by dust, who came out of that era filled with gunpowder and smoke and stood in front of me.

Xihe looked at the man beside him who was staring at the painting intently, and nodded.

Gao Zhou took a breath: "Fuck, this is so realistic, I thought I saw a real person."

Those cold and indifferent eyebrows and eyes, lingering in the body, as if there really is such a person, he glanced at the few people gathered together in the distance, and suddenly smiled slyly: "Could this be your dream?" Lover?"

These eyebrows, this figure, tsk tsk, are painted in such detail, I must have described them in my mind thousands of times.

Yanshu:! ! !

The person who was staring at the painting without blinking immediately turned to look at Xihe, his eyes burning.

Xihe:......

Xihe covered his lips and coughed lightly: "This is my boyfriend."

Gao Zhou: "Huh?"

Yanshu:! ! !

Feng's eyes suddenly widened and she looked at Xihe in shock, even more shocked than before when she was sure she could see and touch him.

Xihe was a little embarrassed in front of him, but when he saw him staring, even more surprised than himself, he suddenly became thick-skinned and looked at him with a smile: "He is my boyfriend."

Gao Zhou subconsciously said: "Is it the one you said last time?"

Xihe nodded again.

Gao Zhou gave a thumbs up: "Handsome!" With a look in his eyes, this man was much more handsome than Wang Jun.

A few people over there also finished reading and walked towards this side.

"Qingqing, what are you drawing?"

Zhang Ying was the fastest. She came close to the drawing board and screamed: "Ah, beautiful man!"

What follows is a bustle,

After they found out that the person in the painting was her boyfriend, they all expressed their desire to see the real person. They didn't believe that someone could be so handsome. Xihe must have been beautiful in the eye of the beholder.

Everyone was talking about the beauty of the inkstone, but only Li Yun noticed the painter Wei Qing.

"Qingqing, your painting is just right."

Li Yun pursed his lips and smiled.

Xihe nodded and praised her in turn: "You are really powerful."

The group of people happily went down the mountain with their things. They met villagers on the way. They still stayed away from them. Everyone was confused and laughed at how timid the villagers were.

After returning home and having lunch, Li Ning went out with his camera. He said he was going to collect photos and even invited Wang Jun and Gao Zhou.

Several girls were very tired and didn't want to move, so they planned to take a nap.

Back in the room, Xihe took a bath and came out. She found that the painting she had placed on the table had been unfolded. The man had his back to her, looking at it seriously.

"like?"

Xihe suddenly spoke.

Yan Shu froze, but did not run away this time. He turned around and nodded seriously and slowly to Xi He: "I like it."

Xihe stepped forward, and Yanshu subconsciously took a step back.

She raised her eyes and looked at him with a half-smile, until the tips of his ears turned red, her eyes evasive, then she walked around him and sat down at the table, pouring a glass of water to drink.

Tea brewed with sweet spring water leaves a fragrance on your lips and teeth,

Xihe looked at the man who was standing motionless like a primary school student, and was surprised: "Sit down, why are you standing?"

The person who was originally tensed and nervous was suddenly stunned. After reacting, he immediately sat down on the stool with a red face.

His pale and slender hands clutched his knees tightly, his eyelashes trembling.