Hearing what he said, Lima exaggeratedly covered her heart with her hands and looked at him with an affectionate confession, "Oh... my baby Rong, I'm so happy to hear you say that, because You die with no regrets."
Rong Xuan pushed his glasses with his hands, and led him to the living room, ignoring An Lan who looked like a flower and butterfly, "Your desire to perform has increased again!"
"I said dear, what kind of person is your second young master? Tell me first, why hasn't there been any news?" An Lan entered the living room and looked around first, then sat on the sofa, while Rong Xuan Having already turned around and went outside to pour water, An Lan took out a pack of cigarettes, squeezed them, and took out one, took a sip, and then "clicked", took out the lighter, lit it, and started smoking.
When Rong Xuan turned his head, what he saw was his slender fingers mixed with cigarette butts, and his face was silent. He didn't look like the butterfly just now. He sighed secretly, everyone in this world wears a mask, and it has already Can't tell who's who.
"Second Young Master, you will know when you see it." Rong Xuan pretended not to see anything, and put the water glass in front of him, while a glass of boiled water was placed in front of himself, "Your favorite Longjing before Yu, the boss left it for you last time. This."
"Cut," An Lan yelled secretly, not knowing who he was laughing at, and cast a sideways glance at Rong Xuan, "Don't reveal any news?"
"Second Young Master... is a very peculiar person!" Rong Xuan thought for a while, and only left this sentence.
"Okay, baby, can you have dinner with me at noon?" An Lan looked at the time, as if she was a gift, she said something extravagant.
"Young master Xie An!" Rong Xuan smiled and even bowed slightly, and An Lan accepted it happily.
City B
Yan Xuyao was in a hurry, and after completing all the signings that needed to be signed, he took time out, let out a breath, and told his entourage not to follow, and turned around to go to the filming site of "The God of Slaughter". He was going to visit the set .
When Yan Xuyao arrived, it happened that Emperor Shixi was filming the last scene. As soon as Yan Xuyao arrived, some staff surrounded him to drive away the audience, but Wen Ziran rushed over and greeted him respectfully, signaling the staff to let him go.
"Mr. Yan," Wen Ziran led him inside. He received a call just now, and as soon as he learned that the great master was coming, he immediately put down his things and rushed over, but he was also very puzzled. What is the purpose of going down to earth? "Hello, I'm Wen Ziran, the producer of "Slayer of the Gods". It's great that you can come to visit the set."
"Okay, you can just bring me in, you go and do your own work." Yan Xuyao signaled him to leave, raised his head and glanced around, his eyes stopped turning when he saw a certain place. who
If he didn't look at those wonderfully performed fighting scenes, and didn't look at the huge and majestic city gate buildings, all he could see was the touch of Tsing Yi.
The blood all over the ground dyed the whole earth red. At this time, Fan Litian is no longer the dull and resolute as before. Now he looks up to the heights with a destructive aura mixed with unforgettable hatred. People, that person is above this high hall, watching him charge and fight jokingly, hateful! Don't worry, don't worry, Shen Yi, he whispered this name bitterly, I will definitely level this hall.
Shen Yi exhaled lightly, his eyes were clear, his heart was bright, and there was no trace of confusion, only the shadow of the bird in the morning light danced lightly and silently on the table, holding the skirt of the right hand with his left hand, and holding a pen in his right, writing lightly , The paper is old paper, as fine and smooth as silk, and white as a shroud of moonlight, just waiting for him to sway it to his heart's content.
The boy rubbing ink next to him was in shock, looking at the master who was swaying freely in front of him for a while, and then raised his head to look outside the hall, frowning, what should we do? Calls have already been made from outside, why is Master still so carefree
Unknowingly, the enthusiasm for painting came like the wind, scattered large brushes, ink and water, wrapped in blue and ocher, rushed onto the paper together. Standing up a few pens, the mountains are towering; smearing a piece horizontally, the clouds and smoke are filled.
The little boy looked down at the painting, this painting drew his emotions and captivated his soul. Suddenly, a big mountain lay in front of him. This mountain is extremely majestic, but it is also hopeless. Its peak is thousands of feet high, its top is not visible, and its top is all inserted into the clouds. And the mountains are all steep, straight up and down, with smooth stone surfaces and no grass growing. Who can climb such a big mountain? Not even a goshawk can fly over it! After settling his mind, the little boy suddenly came to his senses. Just one painting by the master almost made him lose his mind. It is truly a profound skill.
Turning his head, Shen Yi moved again, and the little boy moved his eyes away, not daring to look any more.
"Break!" There was a loud knock, and the front door opened wide. Fan Litian led the crowd into a deserted place, and Shen Yi did not lift his head, and told the little boy as usual, "You go first."
"Master!" The little boy hesitated to speak, but he didn't move.
"Go," Shen Yi waved his hand, and swiped his ink leisurely, "Your path has already been paved, and Jiang Lanjie will be handed over to you in the future."
"Master, why don't you go?" The little boy knelt down on his knees with a plop, and asked what everyone wanted to know, why didn't he resist more? Why transfer assets by yourself but not with everyone
"Hehe..." Shen Yi spit out a chuckle from his throat, maybe it was because he was the only one here, maybe he was in a good mood suddenly, and the little boy who would not get an answer, just heard the whispered words of that person, " Longevity... is suffering... I, in the end... can't escape!"
"Let's go, don't come back again." Shen Yi looked at his unfinished painting in front of him, and no longer looked at the boy, only heard, "Knock, knock," it was the boy's kowtow, and the boy already understood the teacher's choice. Road, cultivation is to fight against heaven, people, and oneself, so people who practice are often alone, but this thousands of loneliness can drive people crazy. He may be weak, but this loneliness is like a shadow. .
The last level of the eighteen levels of hell is longevity, so longevity is suffering.
As soon as the little boy left, Fan Litian arrived, and Shen Yi was painting outside the hall. Now that Fan Litian led someone to attack, all he saw was that person standing there painting leisurely. He was not in a hurry, and waved his hand to signal those people to stop , stepped forward.
"Shen Yi, did you ever think that you will also be here today?" Fan Litian looked at the person in front of him, his eyes were complicated, he still remembered that he was just a mortal back then, and seeing with his own eyes the power of this person who could turn the world upside down with a single gesture, How envious he was at that time, now he has everything he had longed for!
Shen Yi didn't even raise his head, but squinted at him, Fan Litian tightened his weapon violently, with resentment in his heart, this look, this look again, as if the ones shouting in front of him were just ants, and he looked down on the world from above, and would never do anything for it. Moved, "You must have never imagined that an unknown peasant boy can grow into an emperor like you now?"
No matter what Ren Fan Litian said, Shen Yi remained unmoved. It was not until the painting was finished that he took back the pen in his hand and looked it over.
"Presumptuous, I respectfully talk to you, how dare you do that!" Seeing that Shen Yi, who was supposed to be a bereaved dog, ignored them instead, he yelled and rushed towards him, vowing to show him some color .
Fan Litian frowned when he heard his voice, and wanted to stop when he saw his movements, but the man moved too fast and had already made a move. Seeing that the painting was about to be destroyed by one blow, Shen Yi waved his left hand lightly, That blow was defeated, and the right hand pinched the orchid finger and flicked the pen in his hand towards the attacking place.
"Ah!" The man exclaimed, Fan Litian looked back, the man had already fallen to the ground, they were all moving too fast, and in just a split second, he couldn't even stop him in time.
"Shen Yi, how dare you!" Fan Litian attacked, no matter how the interests were united, this person brought him up the mountain by himself after all, and he always had to make a gesture.