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After she got in the car, she received a text message from Ye Ling with the address of Ye Ling's home written on it.

Wen Zhengyu was slightly taken aback.Is this because Ye Ling is worried that she will be lost?This point is not the rush hour for commuting, and there is not much traffic, so it is not easy to lose track.She replied Ye Ling's text message: "Received." She ignored it.Ye Ling was worried that she would be lost, but she was not at all worried that the driver would be lost.

The driver's surname is Li, and his name is Li Bin. He is a veteran. He joined the army and served as an auto soldier for 12 years.His car followed Ye Ling's car steadily, Ye Ling's car was fast, he was fast, Ye Ling's car was slow, he was slow, the distance between him and the car was just right, Ye Ling's car almost never left the sight range .

Ye Ling's home is a little far away from hers, and it takes only an hour to drive there. It is located in a relatively famous luxury residential area in the city.

When Ye Ling's car slowed down and drove into the gate, Wen Zhengyu's car stopped temporarily and waited behind.

Wen Zhengyu turned his head and saw the door of Ye Ling's house, and was stunned.

The gate of Ye Ling's house is a gatehouse style commonly seen in the south.The cornerstone and pillars of the gate tower are made of white marble painted with reliefs of flowing clouds and auspicious animals. The cornices and bucket arches on the gate tower are extraordinary, and the four characters "Kunlun Xiaozhu" are written in seal script on the gate tower.

This gatehouse is very similar to the gatehouse she designed for Kunlun Studio, but in the end, due to the cost, the gatehouse of the studio became a simplified version.The reliefs became painted, and the overlaid gatehouse became the decoration of the gate, leaving a shape.

Ye Ling's is the uncompromising hardcover edition.

If it weren't for the workmanship, materials, craftsmanship, etc. that could not be completed in three to five months, and the gatehouse seemed to have been built for at least a year or two, she almost thought that Ye Ling had taken the decoration design sketches she drew for the studio.

Although the styles of gatehouses in China are generally those, but such a "bumping shirt" is more than embarrassing, it almost makes Wen Zhengyu feel ashamed.

There are gatehouses with similar styles, one is called "Kunlun Studio" and the other is called "Kunlun Xiaozhu". Ye Ling's gatehouse was built first, and her design gatehouse was behind. If you look horizontally or vertically, hers are all copycat versions.

Wen Zhengyu finally understood what Ye Ling meant by the smile hanging from the corner of his mouth as he stood outside the gate and stared at the signboard for a long time.

Wen Zhengyu didn't think he was a bad-tempered person, so she immediately asked Li Bin to call her home, and then she realized that she was so embarrassed and angry that she didn't notice that the car had already driven into the yard, and Li Bin got out of the car and told her After opening the back door, Ye Ling was still standing by the car door waiting for her.She took a deep breath, suppressed her emotions, got out of the car, and looked up at Ye Ling who was looking at her with a smile.

She has already stepped into the gate of Ye Ling's house, and she has seen the gate building, so it would be too shy to leave at this time.After she stood up, she asked indifferently: "Miss Ye seems to have an opinion on the studio door I designed?"

Ye Ling was slightly taken aback by surprise, and then said, "Why? I like it very much."

Hearing this, Wen Zhengyu felt full of sarcasm, and had the urge to go berserk.She stood up straight, her hands clenched tightly by her sides into fists, trying hard to control her emotions.Her heart turned, and she became annoyed again, thinking: "Who told me that the gatehouse I designed is the same as that of Ye Ling's house!" She thought again, Ye Ling would not be so bored that she would call her here to ridicule her, the heart's desire Emotions dissipated a lot.

Ye Ling said to Wen Zhengyu: "Please come inside." He invited Wen Zhengyu to the living room.

Wen Zhengyu followed Ye Ling and walked towards the living room. Her gaze swept across the yard inadvertently, and she caught a glimpse of a quite old tree in the yard that seemed to be transplanted.The old trees are majestic, and the golden leaves are falling all over the courtyard, on the round tables and porcelain stools, in the flower beds, on the pots, and in the rockery pools, everywhere.

Golden fallen leaves, green pine bonsai, lined with rockery, flowing water, small bridges and pavilions, reveal a bit of autumn bleakness, but the gurgling stream flowing from the rockery adds a little vitality to the autumn wind, and the few pots of purple gold beside the stream The bonsai are blooming just right.

Ye Ling's courtyard gave Wen Zhengyu an indescribable sense of deja vu, as if she had been here before.

An indescribable emotion spread in Wen Zhengyu's heart, which made her stop when she had reached the door of the living room, a little hesitant, and only followed when Ye Ling turned her head.

The living room of Ye Ling's house is mainly white, decorated with green bonsai and ink landscape paintings. It is very elegantly arranged.

Guided by Ye Ling, she sat down on the sofa in the living room, and Ye Ling made tea herself.

Wen Zhengyu looked from Ye Ling's hand making tea through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and then fell into the courtyard.She looked at the old tree, the white porcelain tables and stools under the tree, the fallen leaves all over the yard, and the shape of the rockery next to it, and the scene in front of her suddenly overlapped with a painting in her mind.In that painting, the little monster is hiding on the rockery, and under the tree is a jade table and stool carved from Kunlun white jade. Sitting next to the jade table is a snow-white nine-tailed fox without the slightest variegation.

This painting is called "Nine Tails", which she exhibited three years ago.

That day, the nine-tailed fox melted under the tree, and the scattered fox fur was like the heavy snow on the Kunlun Mountains. It dissipated like flying smoke, leaving only a layer of white ashes in the end.The goblin buried it under the old tree.The little spirit doesn't know who the Nine-Tailed Fox is waiting for, it only knows that the Nine-Tailed Fox didn't wait till he died.The look in the eyes of the nine-tailed fox when he was about to die was so mesmerizing and desolate.

She only drew the nine-tailed fox sitting under the tree, and only drew her eyes before she died, but she didn't draw how it died.

Ye Ling called out: "Zheng Yu."

Wen Zhengyu came back to his senses, looked at Ye Ling, only to realize that Ye Ling had just handed her tea.She took the tea with both hands, took a small sip, hesitated a little, and asked, "Miss Ye likes "Nine Tails"?"

Ye Ling thought for a while, and then slowly said: "I like this picturesque scenery." She paused, and said: "There is too much sadness in the eyes of the nine-tailed fox, revealing the despair of dying. "

Wen Zhengyu didn't expect Ye Ling to look at it so carefully, and she could see the emotions of the nine-tailed fox she drew. She was a little surprised, and a little bit at a loss for what to say, so she could only remain silent.

Ye Ling paused and said, "There is a little monster on the rockery that looks like one with the rockery. Nine-Tailed Fox's eyes are looking at the little monster. Zheng Yu, your painting is very vivid. From the painting The look in the eyes of the nine-tailed fox, I think, it must have said something to the little elf." She paused and said, "I'm a little curious, can you tell me?"

Wen Zhengyu shook his head lightly and said, "It didn't say anything." But the little spirit knew what it wanted to say.It's just that the little spirit is a passer-by, a spectator, it can't do anything, it can't change it, the only thing it can do is to see the death of the nine-tailed fox, and then bury it.The little ghost also knew that what the Nine-Tailed Fox had to wait for had been dead for many, many, many years.

The stories about the ghosts and fairies on Kunlun Shenshan are actually not very good.

Just like in this world, no matter how wonderful or bad life is, after all, when the music ends and the opera ends, in the end, no one can escape the fate of a handful of ashes.

Wen Zhengyu was startled by his distraction, and said to Ye Ling: "It's getting late, let's pick a painting."

Ye Ling responded: "Okay." She said: "The painting is in the studio on the second floor." After speaking, she got up and said: "This way please." She led Wen Zhengyu upstairs.

Wen Zhengyu followed Ye Ling into the studio, and saw that many of his paintings were hung up, and the whole room was filled with her paintings.

At this time, she belatedly realized that her paintings were placed in the painting hall of the old house before.She remembered that when Ye Ling bought paintings, she said that it was inconvenient to move so many paintings in. Ye Ling bought her paintings so that they could be kept in the painting hall as they were.

Wen Zhengyu was heartbroken for a while, turned his head and took a deep look at Ye Ling, but really didn't want to see Ye Ling again.

She can count her own paintings with her eyes closed. She knows best which paintings are suitable for exhibiting and which paintings can only be kept in the bottom of the box.She quickly reported the name of the painting and asked Ye Ling to find the painting.

Ye Ling said: "I think that painting "A Picture of a Mountain of Corpses and a Sea of ​​Blood" is pretty good."

Wen Zhengyu: "..." She turned her head to look at Ye Ling, wanting to ask: What's your taste?But as a painter, people all over the world can dislike Ye Ling's unique taste for this painting, but she can't.In fact, that painting is actually not bad, but it is not suitable for exhibition.After reading it, Wen Li had a nightmare for half a month, almost wanting to burn her painting.She made an "uh" sound and said, "Miss Ye, I think you should consider Wen Li's feelings. She will have very bad memories when she sees "A Picture of a Mountain of Corpses and a Sea of ​​Blood."

Ye Ling said "Oh", and then said curiously: "Actually, I am more curious, why did you draw such a picture?"

Wen Zhengyu choked, and she turned her head to look at the person who just said that she liked "The Picture of the Mountain of Corpses and the Sea of ​​Blood".She said indifferently: "It's nothing, I had a nightmare, and I painted it to scare people." It would be great if it could scare Ye Ling into having nightmares for half a month.

Ye Ling asked: "Aren't you afraid?"

Wen Zhengyu said blankly: "If you're not afraid, it's not a nightmare." She really didn't want to complain in her heart that Ye Ling was crazy and asked idiot questions.Wen Zhengyu doesn't want to stay with Ye Ling at all right now, if he stays any longer, his self-cultivation, quality, etiquette and etiquette will all collapse.

Ye Ling said "Oh" noncommittally, and moved those paintings to the door one by one according to what Wen Zhengyu said.After moving seven paintings in a row, she took out another picture of "The Witch of the Dark River in Kunlun" with hair longer than a human, skinny, covered in scales, and with curved fingernails that resembled a relative of a mermaid.Ye Ling asked: "This is a mermaid? But why is there no fish tail?" She thought for a while, and then felt something was wrong, and asked: "In ancient times, there were no human beings in Kunlun Shenshan, right?"

Wen Zhengyu seriously suspected that Ye Ling was suspecting that she had drawn something wrong.She squeezed her fingers vigorously, said to herself: "Calm down", and continued to maintain a calm expression on her face, and said: "This is a picture of a witch in the Kunlun Underground River. It is a witch, not a human, not a shark...not a shark." people."

Ye Ling responded, raised her eyes to look at Wen Zhengyu, and took "The Picture of the Witch in the Dark River of Kunlun" back and hung it up.

Wen Zhengyu heaved a sigh of relief.The appearance of a witch is not in line with the aesthetics of the secular public, and it is easy to provoke criticism or criticism if it is hung out.