Ye Shuiyao's yard and his are only separated by a wall. To Ye Wuchen's surprise, the layout of the yard in front of him is much simpler than his. The bare ground only has a stone table, four stone benches around it, and side walls. There is a clear pond next to it, and a green lotus in the pond slant slightly with the wind, ready to bloom. Other than that, nothing else.
Moreover, it was too quiet here, as if no one was there.
Ye Wuchen glanced away, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and led Ningxue to the lightly closed room in the middle. Then gently pushed open the concealed door.
"go out!"
Before stepping in, a voice that was so indifferent that it did not contain any emotional color came from inside, and then it became quiet again, and no other voices came out.
Ningxue paused, looked at her brother with a questioning look, and was gently pulled in by Wuchen. Ye Wuchen's footsteps didn't stop at all, as if he didn't hear that cold drink at all.
The faint daughter's fragrance came slowly, Ye Wuchen inhaled lightly, glanced at the girl's boudoir, and then looked at the woman in the room who was facing away from them. She is dressed in a light blue dress, the long skirt hangs down to cover her legs and jade feet, her black and gorgeous long hair is casually draped over her shoulders, her waist is slender, her figure is slender, her tall figure is no less than that of Ye Wuchen.
Ye Wuchen couldn't help admiring secretly, he deserves to be praised as one of the three peerless enchantments of Tianlong Kingdom, just the back view is already the bell of heaven and earth aura. And she is only 19 years old, but she has such a figure, which is rare among women. You must know that although Ye Wuchen looks a bit thin and thin, his height... If calculated with the unit in memory, it is more than 175 centimeters.
At this time, there was a white scroll in front of her eyes, and she traced lightly with bare hands. When she heard footsteps, she didn't turn her head, but repeated coldly again: "Get out!"
"No matter how you say it is your younger brother, his life or death is uncertain for a year, you, the older sister, not only did not go to greet him, but issued an order to expel the guest as soon as he came. Hey, it really makes me, the younger brother, so sad." Ye Wuchen admired her gentleness. A pair of slender catkins like Ruyu and Jiebai Aoshuang, and the white and tender half of their pink necks exposed, said very resentfully. He couldn't name his parents, but this elder sister spoke perfectly.
The woman paused her arms and finally turned around. Ye Wuchen finally saw her true face clearly, for a moment, he suddenly felt that the world in front of him was much brighter, as if a stone was thrown into the heart lake, it caused countless turbulent ripples. Her facial features are exquisite, her black eyebrows are fine and slender, her figure is graceful, her beautiful eyes are full of magnificence, her attitude is leisurely, she looks like a fairy coming to the world. Although the light blue dress is a bit loose, but the chest is still high and raised, making Ye Wuchen's eyes rest on it involuntarily for a moment, feeling lost.
It's just that her face was covered with frost, not out of anger, but invisibly releasing a kind of coldness that keeps people thousands of miles away. Even when she saw this younger brother who she thought was dead and hadn't seen her for a whole year, she still couldn't see the slightest sign of joy on her face, instead she frowned slightly. Because her boudoir has never been entered by a man, not even her brother and father. And this younger brother who just came back and is now standing in front of her actually gave her a sense of strangeness, as if he had been reborn.
"Just come back, let's go out."
She glanced at Ye Wuchen and Ningxue respectively, retracted her gaze, said a word indifferently, and then turned around again. Even Ningxue's snow-haired disfigurement did not attract her gaze, as if nothing in the world could stir up ripples in her heart.
Ye Wuchen shrugged his shoulders... It is said that the elder sister is half a mother, why is this elder sister like an ice sculpture, and the kind that is hard to melt
He couldn't help thinking that Long Zhengyang said with a wry smile before, even though he was the crown prince, Ye Shuiyao had never looked him in the eye.
At this time, she is lightly drawing with a pen, and with the dancing of the brush, majestic mountain peaks are presented on the paper. Each mountain peak is drawn from the foot of the peak to the top of the peak, from the bottom of the paper to the top. fills the screen. This 19-year-old woman is already a master of a generation in terms of brushwork, ink moistening, and composition. The mountain peaks under her hand are lifelike and majestic, making people look like they are in front of the mountain and looking up.
Ye Wuchen couldn't help but secretly shook her head, although her brushwork was proficient, it lacked agility, and although the painting was a true resemblance to the real thing, it was a little more rigid. Maybe most people in this world are like this, even this fairy-like cheap sister is not exempt.
"Women often like to paint flowers and water, but few women like to paint mountains. The arrogance and majesty of mountains may not suit you. And if you yearn for green mountains and green waters and a secluded world, you can go out to play in mountains and rivers. Why bother?" Staying alone in the boudoir, focusing on painting." Ye Wuchen said in a soft voice, then shook his head and sighed: "My sister's painting skills are already superb, I believe that there are few people in this world who can surpass my sister. ...It's a pity that the artistic conception in the painting is too unsatisfactory."
Ye Shuiyao turned a deaf ear and continued to lightly trace with her hands, but her eyebrows twitched slightly.
Suddenly, a white shadow flickered in front of her eyes, a pair of soft hands had already covered her right hand, she subconsciously withdrew her hand, just about to drink coldly, but found that Ye Wuchen had already pinched her paintbrush in her hand, and the table At some point, a blank sheet of paper had been relaid on the floor, covering her unfinished painting.
"Painting a mountain does not mean that the mountain is full of paper, standing on the ground and reaching the sky, and it is not even necessary to paint the whole picture of the mountain."
At the same time as he was speaking, his right hand had already begun to sway quickly, his eyes were lowered, his face was calm, and he smiled slightly. Full of shock.
His hands seemed to be thinner and whiter than a woman's hands. At this time, because he swiped the brush too fast, white shadows appeared on the paper, and strangely shaped clouds also appeared on the paper. It's cloud waves treacherous, weather myriad. Then his strokes changed, and above the sea of clouds, with a few strokes, several peaks of different heights loomed.
Ye Shuiyao's eyes suddenly released extraordinary splendor. He didn't draw the peak's foot and waist at all, but only faintly outlined the looming peak in the sea of clouds, but it made people imagine and marvel at the height of the peak above the cloud surface. Compared with the magnificence of the mountain, which is full of paper and simply draws the whole picture of the majestic mountain, the difference in artistic conception is really a world of difference.
And the whole painting took him less than a minute!
"Hugh Daoyun is hidden in the shape of the mountain, which is better than him standing on the wall by ten thousand feet! To paint the mountain, you should paint the clouds first," Ye Wuchen smiled slightly, re-moisturized the brush, and then put it back into Ye Shuiyao's hand, and at the same time, the palm of his hand caressed her naturally the back of the hand. Her hands are as delicate as snow and as warm as warm jade.