Tomb robber: Tuantuan, I am a national treasure!

Jinnian stayed quietly in the room, his eyes attracted by the paper spread out in front of him.

The handwriting on it dances gracefully, agile and elegant, and every stroke contains power.

Jinnian looked at it, but couldn't quite recognize the words on it.

It was beautiful, but very complicated and vague, and a bit like the runes that Qi Tiezui taught him to draw.

Thinking of the Eighth Master, Jinnian's thoughts were like willow catkins blown by the breeze, drifting away.

The unfocused but concerned face of the Eighth Master appeared before him. However, the instructions given by the Eighth Master before his departure seemed to be shrouded in mist.

How many talismans did the Eighth Master ask him to practice every day? ...............Jinnian scratched his chin helplessly. He seemed to have forgotten.

Before leaving, Uncle Fu quietly asked Jinnian if he had anything to take with him before going to the Second Master's place.

Jinnian's eyes moved around in the bag and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the unfinished talisman paper. Her heart trembled slightly and she took it out.

On the table in the room, the painting left by Er Yuehong was like a beautiful dream, quietly stretching out.

Jinnian's hand paused slightly. Not wanting to mess up his brother's things, he hesitated for a moment, and finally could only gently place his talisman paper on the window coffin.

A breeze gradually rose, like a messenger of autumn, sneaking into the house with coolness.

The gentle wind, like a pair of invisible hands, gently stroked the talisman papers, as if it wanted to take them to an unknown distance, away from Jinnian.

Jinnian frowned, his heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly reached out to press down the talisman paper. His slender, bony fingers turned slightly white, revealing a bit of urgency.

After the wind died down, he quickly grasped the pen with his other hand, leaned forward slightly, bent over and approached the window, with a focused expression. His pen moved lightly on the paper like a nimble fish, and he completed the remaining strokes in one go.

Jinnian let out a long sigh and slowly stood up.

He raised his eyes inadvertently, and his sight seemed to pass through the carved window frame and directly into a pair of warm and deep eyes.

Er Yuehong stood quietly outside the window, like an ink painting carefully carved by time, her clothes swaying gently in the wind, her posture upright and elegant.

His black hair was as black as ink, dancing freely in the wind. A few strands of hair playfully brushed across his face, which was like the most perfect masterpiece of a sculptor. Between his brows was an indelible affection and concentration, as if his eyes could only hold the figure of the person in the window.

It was as if a stone was thrown into Jinnian's heart, causing ripples. His eyes met Er Yuehong's, and he was stunned for a moment.

Before he could react, he felt a warm breath next to his ears. The breath carried the elegant fragrance that belonged only to Er Yuehong and penetrated into his heart.

Jinnian's eyes subconsciously looked at Er Yuehong's hair, which was slightly messy due to the wind but still neat. There seemed to be endless tenderness hidden in that inky hair.

His hand seemed to be out of control. It slowly rose up and gently touched his ear. His fingertips touched something cool and soft.

"What is this?" Jinnian's voice was filled with a hint of soft doubt, like morning dewdrops, gently rolling among the flower petals.

"flower."

Er Yuehong's voice was low and pleasant, like the sound of an ancient piano, gently plucking Jinnian's heartstrings. His eyes fell gently on Jinnian's ears and he raised his hand to lightly cover them.

Er Yuehong leaned forward slightly, and the distance between the two people was instantly shortened, and their breaths seemed to blend together.

He gently helped Jinnian brush away the hair by her ears, and his fingertips inadvertently brushed across Jinnian's cheek, leaving a faint warmth.

Jinnian's heartbeat suddenly quickened, like a hurried drumbeat, and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. He tilted his head slightly, like a young animal seeking warmth, and gently touched Er Yuehong's hand. That instant of touch seemed to send an electric current flowing between the two of them.

"Are you drawing a talisman?"

Er Yuehong's eyes fell on the talisman paper on the window coffin and he asked softly, as if he knew what it was.

"Well, Master Ba asked me to practice, but I have forgotten how much I should draw..." Jinnian lowered his eyes slightly and said a little embarrassedly.

"It's okay, you draw very well."

A faint smile appeared on Er Yuehong's lips.

"Call him over some other day and I'll show him to you."

Jinnian's other hand was still pressing lightly on the talisman paper.

Er Yuehong stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Jinnian's hand, pressing down the talisman paper together. Their hands overlapped each other, and the moment their skin touched, the temperature seemed to rise in each other's palms, and the warm breath slowly spread in the air, like a veil, like a thin mist, enveloping the two of them.