stream of heart

The three days will soon pass, and Feng Ming will leave soon, Yan Zhengjun thinks that he should leave him a thought no matter what.I thought about it, but I didn't know what to give him.For this reason, he asked the shadow guard to get that guy Mu Tianyang out of the water to come up with an idea, but he still couldn't get a satisfactory answer.If he wanted to give Feng Ming the original Hetian jade pendant, he was afraid that he would let the master know about it later, and it would be more than nagging.

Until the afternoon before Feng Ming left, looking at the paintings on the wall, Yan Zhengjun thought about it, and finally knew what he wanted to give the most.

Spread a good white rice paper on the table, grind the ink, close your eyes, and carefully recall every scene we have been together before, recall the youthful and fiery scene last night, and recall every small movement and expression of Feng Ming.After thoroughly recalling everything in his mind, Yan Zhengjun picked up his pen and slowly drew a painting of ink and wash.

After the completion, Yan Zhengjun couldn't wait for a moment, and rode on the horse with the painting in his arms, and headed to the waiting mansion by the town.In front of the gate of Hou's Mansion, Feng Ming was about to enter the door. Seeing him coming from a distance, he stopped and waited for him. After he jumped off the horse, he asked, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he dismounted, Yan Zhengjun was still short of breath, but he couldn't care less. He held up the painting in his hand, his heart was surging with emotion, his eyes were as bright as stars, "I'll show you something! Go in and talk!"

When the two returned to the room, Yan Zhengjun spread the painting on the table and opened it when no one else was around.

Although Feng Ming had some guesses in his mind, he never expected that it would be such a painting.

Familiar room, familiar wooden bed, with curtains hanging on both sides of the bed, Feng Ming was dressed in black, Yan Zhengjun was dressed in white, the two were lying on the bed together, Yan Zhengjun was lying on Feng Ming's body, with his chin resting on his chest , the corners of the eyes and brows are all lazy and comfortable.And Feng Ming looked back, his phoenix eyes became narrower and longer because of his smile, there was undisguised tenderness in his eyes, the corners of his lips were slightly pampered, he stroked the back of Yan Zhengjun's head with one hand, and stopped his waist with the other.Simple and clear, black and white intertwined, but like a whole.

The strokes, the lines are smooth, and there is nothing unnatural.Every subtle movement and expression of the person in the painting is properly handled, making it easy for people to see the artist's intentions.Feng Ming couldn't imagine what kind of expectation and belief Yan Zhengjun had to draw such a picture out of thin air in his mind and engrave it with pen and ink.

This tender and affectionate scene, as if it really happened, stayed in Feng Ming's heart.Feng Ming couldn't help feeling turbulent, his heart was occupied by a dense strange emotion, he couldn't describe it, he couldn't resist it, he only knew it was numb and itchy, but it gave him a strong urge to embrace the person in front of him. in the arms.

The body acted before the consciousness, and when he came back to his senses, Feng Ming was a little dazzled by the burning gaze of Yan Zhengjun in his upper arms.The corners of Yan Zhengjun's lips are full of bright and determined smiles, which are more dazzling than those in the painting. He slowly said word by word, "One day, your eyes when you look at me will be deeper than this."

Although the voice was not loud, it stirred up ripples in Feng Ming's heart, swaying endlessly.

At the moment of being hugged tightly, looking at Feng Ming's eyes at this moment, Yan Zhengjun knew that his trip was not in vain.

Feng Ming understood him.Understand his seriousness, understand his mind, understand his persistence.

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