Song Zhi didn't seem to have responded to the three questions that Jing Rong asked in succession just now.
One is being forced.
The second is siblings.
Three are brothers.
The tone was helpless.
He also doesn't know what Jing Rong and the others have experienced
But he knew that the past must be riddled with holes, enough for a tough guy like Jing Rong to pass.
But what kind of story is it
Confusion arose in him.
Not good to ask.
At this moment, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, with the cold wind blowing a few grains onto his head, shoulders, clothes...
He flicked away, wrapping his sleeves.
about to go...
However, he accidentally looked in through the outside window, and happened to see Ji Yunshu coloring the painting.
A pen.
Gently squeeze the cuff with one hand. Leaning down slightly, looking down, the long hair that was not pulled up slowly swept over his shoulders from behind and hung down beside his arms. Those strands of blue silk were blown up by the cold wind, like a child wearing dancing shoes, dancing happily. At the same time, her fingertips holding the pen were slowly swaying, and the thin brush was
Little by little, the halo on the paper is bright and lustrous, bright and beautiful.
The portraits in the painting are slowly being colored and become more and more realistic!
Although the painting is only a rough outline at the moment, and a few touches of color, the appearance of the woman in the painting can be seen to be small and delicate.
But even better than the picture, it is the person who is drawing with a pen!
Ji Yunshu!
Song Zhi looked at her and became more and more ecstatic!
That man was born really handsome, not only handsome, but also tender and tender. This is what a man looks like, he is clearly a woman.
But Song Zhi's head wouldn't turn, and his temper was very rigid.
When he saw Ji Yunshu dressed in men's clothes, he decided that he was a man, even though he looked like a woman, it was just a resemblance.
There is no doubt that she is a woman at all.
However-
After staring at Ji Yunshu for so long, his heart beat faster.
This feeling has never happened before.
He touched his chest and tried hard to suppress his beating heart.
But the more you do, the faster you jump.
It may pop out of the mouth at any time.
too terrifying!
I thought to myself, could it be... I'm sick
He was startled suddenly.
Although he is not afraid of death, he is afraid of getting sick.
Especially the kind that are half sick.
One is to suffer, and the other is to burn money.
He is so poor, how can he still have money to see a doctor
The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.
He quickly retracted his gaze that fell on Ji Yunshu.
To prevent myself from being tortured to death by that feeling.
Take a breath.
"What's wrong with me?" he muttered softly.
Because the surroundings were very quiet, he happened to be standing by the window.
So the small movement still alarmed Ji Yunshu, who was painting inside.
She paused, and the thin brush immediately left the paper.
Hearing the sound, he saw Song Zhi standing outside, pressing his chest with one hand, and muttering something with his head lowered.
"Young Master Song? Are you?"
"Uh!" Song Zhi raised his head and met Ji Yunshu's delicate gaze.
The gradually calming heart beat violently again.
As if it was about to jump out of his mouth again.
Ji Yunshu frowned.
slightly worried.
"Master Song? What's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine."
"But you don't look like you're okay."
"I... I'm really fine." Song Zhi lowered his head, but his cheeks turned red. He didn't know whether it was because he was shy or because he was frozen. He said, "I'm here to bring you porridge."
"Porridge?"
"But it's already cold. If you want to drink, I'll go and warm it up for you." Song Zhi hurriedly picked up the two bowls of porridge that Jing Rong had put aside.
It's icy cold!
No heat at all.
Some were even frozen!
Ji Yunshu said, "No need, I'm not hungry."
"You've been painting for so long, so take a rest."
"fine."
"Young Master Jing is right, Master Ji, you can really forget me when you paint."
"Oh? Did he say that about me?"
Song Zhi said, "It's not like that, but... that's probably what it means."
Ji Yunshu smiled and looked outside, how could she remember that Jing Rong was still there before, but now she is gone.
He asked, "By the way, what about Jingrong others?"
Song Zhi pointed in one direction and said, "He's gone."
"Oh!"
"That... I won't bother you anymore. You can continue to draw. If you're hungry, call me anytime, and I'll cook porridge for you."
Ji Yunshu saw him standing by the window with two cold bowls facing him, the scene was very funny, and he quickly refused, "I really don't need it, it's so cold outside, Young Master Song, go and rest."
"Okay, then I'm leaving."
Song Zhi bowed to her inexplicably.
went away.
Ji Yunshu was sluggish.
How do you feel that Song Zhi is different from before
But it was different there, and he couldn't think of it.
Simply—
Shake your head.
That's it!
Also started to paint.
In two days, she had probably figured out the appearance of the deceased.
Basically no difference.
After all, she drew a lot of portraits of the deceased's facial contours, pinched a lot of bone pieces with clay, and then put them together one by one to get this portrait.
As long as there is no accident, wait for her to finish coloring, and then adjust slowly, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow will be able to come out.
…
the next day.
Pingyang Houfu.
Today, Minister Gong Zuo and his son Gong Shilin came to visit in person.
Also brought many gifts.
To put it bluntly, I came to talk about my son's marriage.
I also plan to let the two young people meet today.
Inside the carriage with a face in the snow.
Gong Shilin sat beside his father, silently.
Only the sound of the wagon wheels rolling over the snow outside could be heard.
It was like a piece of paper was torn.
The cold wind blew in from outside and lifted the curtain.
Gong Shilin folded his arms, pursed his lips, and looked at his unsmiling father for a while.
Hesitant to speak.
Then-
He mustered up his courage and said, "Dad, you don't need to be in such a hurry."
Um
Gong Zuoxiang frowned.
"what?"
"Baby means, don't worry about today."
"How can you not be in a hurry?"
"My affair with Manjushri..."
Gong Zuoxiang interrupted him. "I know, this thing is really fast, but since you like her, our two are family friends, so this matter can't be postponed. When you arrive at the Marquis of Pingyang, you have to pay attention to yourself, and don't be rude in etiquette."
irrefutable.
Christine never likes to explain.
So, I had to say no more.
But he was unhappy.
That feeling was as uncomfortable as someone was stirring constantly in his heart.
Do you really love Li Wenshu
Is it really acceptable
But what if you don't love
What if you don't accept it
The fate of him and Li Wenshu was doomed long ago. It's not just a "no" choice.