Painted skin jade series

Trino lethargic.One day, Wang Xuan got up from him, hands and feet limp like a hangover, and stood in front of the bronze mirror, seeing that his originally strong body had now become haggard, his face was yellow, his hair was rough, his eyes were cloudy... Looking back at the ground A certain person with a jade body, a pair of skins that are dazzling, love and hate in his heart for a while, and the river is overwhelmed.

Rao this thing is a monster, since he is so tired, even if Wang Xu'an dies, he will not let him go.With such a scenario, Wang Xu'an smiled bleakly, his whole body regained vitality, and a nervous light leaked from his eye sockets.

Wang Xu'an found the red clothes embroidered with fire floods and waves, inner robe, middle coat, outer shirt... One by one, he put them on neatly.

These days he drew a lot of Cui Nu's paintings, but he always felt that they were not good enough, so he remembered a treasured human skin painting that was kept in a silver box in the darkroom of the study in the front yard. What is the character's posture, it is blurred like being messed up.The thought moved, and there was a hook in my heart, and I couldn't wait to get it.Not wanting to meet Chen Yuhui, Wang Xu'an deliberately walked around the secluded path.

The layout of the study has not changed, and the wall of the dark room is hung with a fragrant old painting. In the painting, Chen Yuhui is sitting, standing or lying down, and Wang Xu'an's graceful posture makes Wang Xu'an feel as if he has passed away.Turning his face away, he brought fashionable toys such as wooden horns, sparrow hoops, run beads, and rattan whips from the cabinet, wrapped them in square cloth, and prepared to take them to the small attic to play with.Looking for the silver box, I searched inside and out, but it was still missing, and my heart was empty.

Stepped out of the study in a daze, and saw a person standing in front of him.The sun was so strong that he couldn't see clearly.

That person stood upright, looking at him with pity and pity, the last person he didn't want to meet, Chen Yuhui.Wang Xuan shrank back awkwardly, not wanting to hit the threshold and fall to the ground, the things in the cloth bag in his hand were scattered... Wang Xuan didn't dare to look up, his face flushed with shame, he didn't know what to do.

A delicate bottle with mandarin ducks painted on the outside rolled to Chen Yuhui's feet...Of course Chen Yuhui knew what these things were, even if he hadn't seen them in the dark room, Wang Xu'an tried some of them on him.Chen Yuhui picked up the bottle. He remembered that it contained a strong aphrodisiac. Taking one pill could make a person seven times a night, but it was extremely depleting to the body. In the past, even Wang Xuan didn't dare to use it.But, now, looking at the embarrassed person in front of him, how could this one be the flamboyant and arrogant Taiyuan Wang Sheng?

Chen Yuhui closed her eyes, threw the bottle in Wang Xu'an's arms, and said with a sigh, "Pick it up."

Wang Xu'an embraced the little red bottle that fell into his arms, grinned hurriedly, picked up all the treasures that fell on the ground, and put them away.

The shock and guilt hidden in his heart when he saw Chen Yuhui for the first time dissipated like a fog when he straightened up again.

Chen Yuhui said without expression: "Follow me."

Wang Xu'an immediately smiled hippie, and Baba followed.He remembered that this one was his wife, his Ayu, who had fallen into his hands since he was 15 years old, why should he... be afraid?

After entering the small hall and sitting in a familiar place, the servants brought tea and snacks. Wang Xu'an remembered that he hadn't eaten after waking up, so he ordered the kitchen to make porridge and vegetables.Chen Yuhui sat quietly beside her.

The room was terribly quiet, only the sound of Wang Xu'an chewing.

Seeing that he had almost eaten, Chen Yuhui asked slowly.

"Who is that person in the attic?"

Wang Xu'an seemed to be waiting for a question, and he answered smoothly: "Scholar."

"Where did the book boy come from?"

"I picked it up on the road."

"Don't ask clearly, just pick people up casually?"

Wang Xuan put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, sipped his tea, and said to Chen Yuhui: "Ayu, you know, I never lie to you. You have always been quiet, and you rarely ask me about my affairs. You don't ask." I can't say, but I always answer truthfully when you ask. Now, what do you want to know? I'll tell you everything. "

"Never lie? I don't know." Chen Yuhui twitched the corner of her mouth sarcastically.

"If there is a lie, it's not a lie." Wang Xu'an said, poking his neck, "In my heart, no one is more important than my Ayu."

"Just tell me about that book boy." Chen Yuhui didn't even give a glance.

Wang Xu'an had no choice but to tell the story of meeting someone on a rainy night and the Tibetans in the pavilion.

"Since it was a rich family who escaped, you should ask clearly and send him back." Chen Yuhui said indifferently.

Wang Xuan laughed, rolled his eyes, and said, "Since he is mine, there is no reason to let him go. Ayu is jealous? In fact, you are the eldest in the mansion, but there is one more lowly slave, why should you care?" Wang Xuan was full She thought that Chen Yuhui was jealous, so she didn't listen to Chen Yuhui's words at all, and she was still smug and happy.

Seeing Wang Xu's calm face that made him faint and refused to listen to persuasion, Chen Yuhui's heart became a little colder, and she didn't make any excuses, so she asked, "You, like him?"

"Yeah, I like it." Wang Xu'an looked at the frozen beauty in front of him, and then thought of the soft and delicate things in the attic, and felt how pitiful and cute Cui Nu was, and the corners of his eyes and brows became very alienated and irritable.

"You like it." Chen Yuhui murmured expressionlessly, "You like it? What if he's a demon...a ghost?"

Wang Xu'an laughed, and ruthlessly said with raised eyebrows: "There is such a beautiful monster, it's worth being killed." It's not that he doesn't feel sorry for Chen Yuhui, it's not that he doesn't know that he said a lot of things that shouldn't be said today, those words, true and false, He himself could not tell.It's just that there is a cloud of anger in my heart, and I can't vent it, which hurts myself and makes others unhappy.He is not unconscious of Cui Nu's strangeness, but he can't leave him, just like Chen Yuhui, who lost his intimacy after the lack of affection.

Looking closely at Chen Yuhui, there is a hint of resentment between his brows and eyes, his bluish-white fingers are tightly clutching the celadon cup, his light-colored lips tremble slightly, and he sits upright.Wang Xu'an wanted to embrace his thin shoulders and put his Ayu in his arms, Wang Xu'an stood up, but did not go over after all.He said to Chen Yuhui: "Since you know everything, he doesn't have to hide in the future. I'll go back first, and he should wake up at this time."

When Wang Xuan walked out of the door, his Ayu asked behind him: "Is it me...isn't it good enough?"

The voice was difficult, Wang Xu'an knew that his Ayu was proud, this was a question that had never been asked before, and would never be asked again in the future.Wang Xu'an stopped, looked down at the light and shadow on his toes, and thought about how to deal with it, but couldn't find the words.

After a while, Chen Yuhui in the room also stood up, his voice was normal, and he said: "Wang Xu'an, Yiming asked you to make a leather painting. Before you go home, he asked for it, so I gave it to you."

"Oh, good." Naturally, Wang Xu'an knew that he was talking about the human skin painting. At this moment, the backwater in his heart did not respond, unlike the anxiety that he couldn't find in the dark room a moment ago.

Chen Yuhui said: "Wang Xu'an... Later, did you see that painting again?"

It seems that, except for Qingchishi, Ayu has always called him by his full name for so many years.Wang Xuan frowned: "You gave it to him, how can I see it again?"

"Or, where is the person?" Chen Yuhui stared at Wang Xu'an's back and said word by word.

Wang Xu'an suddenly turned around: "What do you want to say?"

"What do I want to say?" Chen Yuhui smiled softly, "That painting disappeared from the historian's house. Yiming came to ask you Wang Xu'an for it. Did you really not see it?"

Wang Xu'an gritted his teeth: "No. I don't remember what I drew?"

"Really?" Chen Yuhui said indifferently, "If you don't remember the person in the painting, you will remember that it is a piece of human skin, right? You... Be careful."

"...Do you have anything else to say?" Wang Xu'an stared blankly.

"No more." Chen Yuhui stood where she was, watching Wang Xu'an striding away with her sleeves swung, extremely tired.What else to ask?Heh, "no more" now, the doubt in my heart, at this moment, if you tell me, you won't believe it, Wang Xu'an.I still hope you are safe.I hope that those weird people and things are just my imagination and illusion.