Kuai Chuan is not a person

As soon as Chu Lan put a towel dipped in warm water on his face, Wen Xi woke up. He has always had such a problem that he can't be woken up by thunder or rain, but as soon as someone touches his face, he immediately wakes up. awake.

Wen Xi closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but he could clearly hear the sound of his heart beating in his ears, fast and powerful, like a small animal that had been dormant in his body for a long time waking up, wanting to jump out and pounce on Chu Lan.

The shirt on the upper body was unbuttoned, and the wind from the temple blew in, making it cool on the body, making it even more difficult for people to pretend to be asleep.

However, his body and body seemed to be in two layers of ice and fire. The volcanic magma in the interior was boiling and bubbling, but the cool wind blowing over his body was very cold. Passing over the sensitive parts of his body makes people restless.

Chu Lan's wiping action seemed to be gently plucking the strings of a piano, very slowly, but Wen Xi couldn't bear it anymore, opened his eyes and hugged Chu Lan's neck, pressing him down hard.

Chu Lan didn't struggle at all, threw the towel and buried it at the junction of Wenxi's neck and shoulders, and the breath she exhaled sprayed out, with a smile in her voice: "Stop pretending?"

Chu Lan is not only a good painter, but also plays the piano well.

The revolving shaft plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before it becomes a tune.

There is no day and night in heaven, and it is still bright day outside. The wind blows over and rolls up the veil, making people see the light shining through the window. After leaving the protection of the night, there is an inexplicable sense of shame proclaiming x in the daytime. The corners of Wenxi's eyes are slightly red , Even looking at the plain white veil, it seems to have a light red layer.

Lightly close and slowly twist and pick up, the first is the neon clothes and the second six.

The big strings are like a rain, and the small strings are cut like a whisper.

Cut the wrong bullets, and the big beads are falling into the jade plate.

Between Guan Yingyu, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult to swim under the ice.

He plucked the strings three or two times, and the whole piano trembled slightly with the trembling strings. The sound of the wind shattered, the shadow of the candle shook, and the bright light shone into the bead curtain, refracting a dazzling floating light.

Like a slow and fast stream, or like raindrops dripping down and splashing in a circle, the four seasons flow, they sit together on the porch, lean on the railing to drink together, and talk happily.

The silver bottle was broken and the water slurry burst out, the iron powder protruded and the swords and guns rang.

The most exciting part of the melody is being played, the fingers of the hand playing the piano are flying, not in a hurry but with enough strength to pluck each string just right.

Piercing clouds and cracking rocks, circling beams for three days.

After struggling for some time, Wen Xi slowly opened his eyes, but the light outside was still so dazzling.

Tianting doesn't know day and night, and doesn't know age, but both of them are fairy bodies, very energetic, and they had enough entanglement, so they rested for a while, and then recovered.

Wen Xi's eyelashes moved slightly and found itchy wrists, so she couldn't help raising her hands, but Chu Lan pushed them back.

With a slightly hoarse voice, he whispered: "Don't move."

Wen Xi blinked, sat up, and watched Chu Lan's movements curiously.

Chu Lan didn't know where to get a bright red silk thread. The silk thread was very ordinary, without any decoration. Although it was just a simple red thread, it made people feel inexplicably beautiful. Chu Lan wrapped it around his wrist three times. , the rest of the red thread dangled twice in the air, hanging down the wrist, really beautiful.

Wen Xi opened his mouth and asked, "This is?"

Chu Lan tied the knot carefully to ensure that it would not unravel, and explained: "Yuelao's red thread."

Only then did Wen Xi catch a glimpse of the same red thread on his wrist.

Eyes looking at the moon and holding the red line, we will meet each other every year.

Wen Xi raised the corners of his mouth, smiled at him, unconsciously touched the red line on his wrist, and even couldn't help shaking his right hand slightly, looking at the beautiful lines where the scattered red lines shook.

Like a red hydrangea thrown down, the red light remaining on the arc thrown out has a lingering aftertaste, making people twist the red thread and be reluctant to let it go.

Because I know that the other end of the red line leads to another person.

The two stayed in the room for a while, but they were not tired enough, but the system urgently notified: "Zhao Xian successfully infiltrated Yunzheng Palace, and he has already talked to Yiqing!"

Wen Xi and Chu Lan were lying with their heads next to each other, kissing each other lightly, but when they heard the news, they sat down straight, and Chu Lan was startled.

Chu Lan also propped herself up and sat up, asking, "What's wrong?"

Wen Xi turned around and explained to him: "There is something wrong with Yunzheng Palace, I have to go back."

He disappeared as soon as he finished speaking, and returned to Yunzheng Palace in a flash. Chu Lan touched the still warm bed, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

Leave after sleeping, pull x ruthlessly.

Chu Lan was a little aggrieved.

He got up and walked to the desk, spread out the white drawing paper, took out the brush, and didn't know what he wanted to draw.

The main body was also distracted. Wen Xi anxiously looked for Yiqing, while panicking: "It's over, why doesn't he forget to draw at this time."

Wen Xi: "This time Yiqing wants to appreciate the process of my hair changing color."

System: "Who told you to run away so ruthlessly."

Wen Xi pursed his lips: "That's why it's all Zhao Xian's fault. Is Yunzheng Palace such a good place to come?"

System: "...Do you know how many days the two of you have stayed inside? Yunzheng Palace is lax in defense. If you leave for too long, he will definitely sneak in."

Wen Xi scratched his hair, so he had no choice but to set up a light to cover his hair color, so that people could not see his face clearly, and when he wanted to concentrate on him, he could only see a glare of light.

Yi Qingzheng stood under the pomegranate tree and talked to Zhao Xian who had been found.

Zhao Xian looked at Yiqing with a complicated expression, he had changed a lot, the former Yiqing was dusty, his head was lowered, but his eyes were black and bright, as if they contained thousands of stars, like flowers blooming in the mud, Such a contrast makes people never forget.

But now he is in high spirits, obviously living a good life, his chin is slightly raised, before, he only dared to look at him secretly, and never dared to look directly into his eyes, but now he looks at him calmly, without any sense of embarrassment.

He is still as restrained and humble as before, but in the past he was humble, embarrassed, and helpless, but now he is like a sensible young man from a wealthy family. temper.

Is this change good or bad?

It might be good for Yiqing, Zhao Xian heaved a long sigh.

But is he still his own Yiqing like this?The one who hides behind the wall and glances at him quietly, then turns his head and blushes so that he dare not look at him again.

Yiqing looked curiously at the man in front of him who was ecstatic to see him, but his eyes kept flashing with nostalgia, sorrow, and entanglement, and quietly asked pomegranate tree: "What does he want?"

The pomegranate tree shook its leaves, and threw a large pomegranate down without hesitation, hitting Zhao Xian on the head, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

The pomegranate tree doesn’t feel distressed, but Yi Qing feels very distressed. The pomegranate he planted with great difficulty was big and red, with smooth skin. He squatted down to pick up the pomegranate in distress, touched the pomegranate skin, and asked it: “Does it hurt?” .”

Zhao Xian held his head, was taken aback when he heard this, and looked up, but it wasn't for himself.

In the past... In the past, when he was injured, Yiqing must have been so distressed that his eyes turned red.

Wen Xi snorted coldly, and was about to step forward to drive Zhao Xian out, but his waist softened, and he hid in the yard covering his waist, gnashing his teeth: "What is Chu Lan doing!"

His attention was completely forcibly taken away by Chu Lan who was far away. Chu Lan mixed the paints and started to paint. The hand holding the brush was never so tight, so tight that Wen Xi even doubted whether he could paint like this.

In the white picture scroll, a few plantain leaves first appeared, emerald green, and then the outline of a pavilion was outlined. Outside the pavilion, apart from plantains, endless apricot blossoms were planted, like hazy brocade.

There is a qin in the pavilion, and there are still a few petals of apricot flowers on the strings.

Wen Xi asked suspiciously, "Is he just drawing such a boring painting?"

It may be that the paintings of the great painter of Chu are too attractive. Wen Xi and the system completely forgot that they were observing Zhao Xian, and their attention was focused on Chu Lan's brush.

Sure enough, the outlines of two overlapping figures gradually appeared on the stone table on which the qin was placed. The movements... were very unique and intense, and gradually became more and more detailed, finally outlining the facial features.

One has the face of Chu Lan, and the other has the appearance of Wen Xi.

System: "Hahahahahahahaha."

System: "Because of my host, I became a erotic actor!"

Wen Xi's face turned red, and Chu Lan actually used them to draw something like this!

It can be called performance art!

Chu Lan carefully placed the brush on the pen holder, gently brushed over Wen Xi's face in the picture scroll, then dipped the brush in the ink, and wrote a love poem.

The general meaning is: I like you, I love you.

A simple sentence is hard to say a thousand times, but because of this, it just has the meaning of touching people's hearts. The poems are full of lips and teeth, and they feel eloquent.

Wen Xi blushed and said nothing, and after the shyness passed, she began to feel that something was wrong.

He shook his head: "No, no, as usual, if you draw this kind of painting with a small brush, he will definitely be jealous of the brush."

System: "What's the situation?"

Wen Xi pondered and said: "He used to regard my body as... a rival in love, and from time to time he would warn him not to have other thoughts while I was away, why today... it seems like he didn't say it all over again."

The system nodded: "Yes, I never said it once."

Wen Xi took a breath: "It seems that you are very gentle when you put down the pen?"

The system thought about it and confirmed: "Yes, very gentle."

Wen Xi grabbed the hair that had turned black again: "It's over, did he find out?"