Tian Yuan

The girl in red used the promise made back then as an introduction. The purpose was very simple, so that Chen Qingyuan would not be too nervous and would be more accepting as normal.

"I promised you the agreement, just use it like this? Isn't it a waste?"

Chen Qingyuan was startled and slightly surprised.

"How can my wish be wasted?" The girl in red snorted: "If you don't paint well, I will definitely make trouble for you and make you paint until I am satisfied."

"Okay." Chen Qingyuan agreed.

"bring it on!"

The girl in red always had a smile on her face. A wooden comb appeared in her hand and she handed it to Chen Qingyuan beside her.

After taking the wooden comb, Chen Qingyuan's heart beat much faster.

Although he looks calm and composed on the surface, he is not calm in his heart.

He moved a stool and sat behind the girl in red.

Secretly calming down, he slowly held up the girl in red's long, silky hair with his left hand, and held the wooden comb tightly in his right hand, gently combing it from top to bottom.

When combing her hair, the faint fresh fragrance of her hair hit her nostrils. Chen Qingyuan couldn't help but feel her whole body tense up, and a nervous look flashed across her face.

The fragrance is natural, like the breeze blowing on your face in the morning, like a few drops of nectar on the petals, it is intoxicating and refreshing.

It didn't take much time to sort out.

Chen Qingyuan felt a little tortured at first, and his heart was beating very fast.However, he soon calmed down and actually enjoyed the process, feeling that time passed quickly and passed by in a flash.

"Okay." Chen Qingyuan stopped and said softly: "I don't know how to do it, you can do it yourself."

"Ah."

When Chen Qingyuan spoke, the hot breath from his mouth hit the girl in red's ear, causing her ears to turn red. She subconsciously pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and was gentle and shy.

Unfortunately, Chen Qingyuan was sitting behind him and could not see such a shy and picturesque scenery.

Soon, the girl in red rolled up her black hair, inserted a hosta, and fixed her bun.

"Seriously...paint one for me!"

The girl in red adjusted her clothes, sat upright on the chair, and breathed out pandan.

Once upon a time, she had never dared to dream of such a warm scene.

Today, it can actually become a fact.

My heart trembled, like a stone hitting the surface of a quiet lake, causing countless small splashes to splash.

"Okay, I will try my best."

Chen Qingyuan retreated three feet away and faced the girl in red.

Take out the paper, ink, pen and inkstone and place them on the table.

Lay the drawing paper flat and press it with a heavy object without any wrinkles.

Open the inkstone cover and grind out the ink.

Picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.

He raised his eyes and looked at her.

Counting 10 years at a glance is like the first time you saw it.

After a moment of trance, he returned to reality.

My heart suddenly calmed down, my face was expressionless, and I took him seriously.

The pen came down and the outline of her figure was sketched.

Then she sketched the scenery around her, and slowly embellished the red dress, not sparing any detail. Even the petals embroidered on the skirt were painted vividly.

Be cautious and attentive.

I devoted myself wholeheartedly, as if I was doing the most important thing in my life, and I didn't dare to slack off at all.

After drawing the external objects, I finally started to describe her eyebrows and facial features.

Chen Qingyuan had to be very careful every time she put pen to paper, fearing that she would make a mistake with a flick of her fingers and tarnish her beauty.

Every line is reproduced one-to-one.

Staring at Chen Qingyuan who was working hard to paint for herself in front of her, the girl in red felt extremely happy. Her eyes were affectionate and her gaze was open and honest, no longer hidden as before.

The smile at the corner of her mouth was like a gleaming curtain, born from her heart, filled with happiness and satisfaction.

Because when she smiled, everything around her lost color.

Chen Qingyuan, who was painting, needed to look at her all the time, and naturally noticed the curve of the corner of her mouth. It was so beautiful, so radiant and moving, and it was deeply imprinted in his mind and would never go away.

The right hand that was just about to write hovered in the air for a moment.

He secretly took a deep breath and continued to focus on painting.

After a long time, Chen Qingyuan stopped writing and had already finished most of it.

The person in the painting is the same as the girl in red.

She was originally a fairy from the Nine Heavens, but because of the soft smile on her lips, she seemed to be tainted with the breath of the world of mortals. She lost the sense of unreachable distance and gained a touch of charming charm.

"puff..."

Suddenly, Chen Qingyuan scratched the palm of his left hand.

He pointed the wound at an empty cup and let the blood flow into the cup.

When she saw Chen Qingyuan's self-mutilation behavior, the girl in red's smile froze, and a trace of worry suddenly appeared in her eyebrows, and she wanted to stop it.

The matter was not serious. The girl in red calmed down and kept sitting upright.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Qingyuan took out a new paintbrush, stained it with blood, and smeared it on the long skirt in the painting.

The red color of blood contains special laws, which overshadows the color of ink, making the long dress bright red.

It was over, and he put the brush aside.

The people in the painting seem to have come to life, noble and gorgeous, with peerless appearance.

"It's finished, let's take a look."

Chen Qingyuan raised his eyes, smiled, and said.

Hearing this, the girl in red stood up and walked slowly to the table.

The first thing I saw was not this painting, but Chen Qingyuan’s left hand.

"Don't do this next time."

The girl in red raised her hand, and a gentle force penetrated into Chen Qingyuan's wound, making the skin injury visible to the naked eye, without leaving any scars.

"Okay, listen to you."

Chen Qingyuan nodded slightly.

Then, the girl in red lowered her eyebrows and lowered her gaze to the table.

Just at a glance, I felt that this painting was beautiful.

So beautiful that the girl in red couldn't believe it.

What she saw was not her own face imprinted in the painting, but Chen Qingyuan's heart.

Use ink as lines and blood as paint.

I dyed a long skirt for you, and I will be with you in the past and in the future.

"It's very beautiful." The girl in red's eyes were slightly moist, and she kept admiring the painting. She didn't dare to look at Chen Qingyuan for fear of losing etiquette, so she couldn't help but want to hug.Suppressing the emotion for the time being, he said in a low voice: "Thank you."

"The person in the painting is not one ten thousandth of the original image."

Maybe he heard a hint of choking mixed with the words of the girl in red, or maybe he recalled the charming smile in his mind.

Chen Qingyuan said a word of love, and his hands hidden in his sleeves couldn't help but tighten, his breath suffocated, his whole body stiffened, and all his strength was exhausted.

Hearing the sound, his delicate body trembled, as if he was hallucinating.

The girl in red slowly raised her head, the tenderness in her eyes could no longer be concealed.

Chen Qingyuan's eyes met hers, and they did not dodge.

The two of them didn't move much, just looked at each other.

Time seems to be frozen at this moment.

Moment, eternity.

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Outside, the Qing Sect in Beihuang will hold a meeting soon to discuss recruiting disciples.

The Qing Sect has not expanded its membership for many years. The prosperous era has arrived, and a group of fresh blood must be selected to allow the sect to develop for a long time and prevent the sect from becoming disconnected and having no successors in the future.