Three thousand weak waters reflect the fading

As he thought about it, he thought about the meaning of his own life. This was the question he thought about the most.What is the purpose of living by oneself?No family, no friends, no lover, no dreams, no desires, no pursuits, and no beliefs, there is only yourself, but what do you have now?Apart from having a good skin, what else is there?

There is also my own lonely soul, wandering alone in this noisy world.

The only thing he hopes now is that Bai Song can live well.That was my only obsession.

A hand suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, bringing Jing back to his senses.

He looked up and saw a young man with a weak crown standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile, and said with a smile: "You are so good-looking, what can you do wrong, why do you want to be a beggar?"

Jing Zhui recognized that this person was a woman at a glance. The only woman he had contact with, apart from his family members, was Bai Song. Bai Song had also disguised himself as a man, so he couldn't help but compare the woman in front of him with her.This woman is gorgeously dressed and has a noble temperament, but she doesn't have the arrogance of ordinary rich people, but Jing Zhui looked at her and thought to herself, she is not as beautiful as my Bai Song.He also felt that this person judged people by their appearance, which was a bit superficial, so they felt a little disgusted, and immediately ignored her and didn't reply.

I heard her say again: "I wonder if the young master is willing to let me draw a picture?"

Jing Zhui raised his head, she could call him son with his current appearance, this man's eyesight is really good.He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked her to continue talking.

"It's like this. I was originally painting at home, but I suddenly didn't know what to paint, so I went to the street to find some inspiration. When I passed by here, I caught a glimpse of the young master. Sudden, must have encountered some misfortune, and the desire to make friends was born in my heart." She did not hide it, and told Jing Zhui the truth.

Jing Zhui still didn't reply, and she said again: "Once I finish the painting, I won't let it spread to the outside world, you can rest assured, young master. The reward will certainly not be less after the work is done."

Jing Zhui thought about it and felt that there was no harm, so he agreed.

Bai Song was brought out blindfolded, and when someone took off the cloth, as soon as she saw the scene in front of her, she began to swear: "Wow! I can't send you to a better place!"

Because the place where she is now is the place where she was tied up at that time.

Bai Song feels that her heart is almost broken now, that this road will not end at all, since she was kidnapped, she hasn't had a drop of water, and sooner or later she will die in this barren mountain.

If she had known this, she wouldn't be so impulsive. Anyway, she would have to eat before leaving.

Wait a minute, not a drop of water?Then how could she not feel hungry, but full of energy?

After thinking about it for a while, I found it impossible to think why.It might be that Cang Ming used some kind of magical method or some kind of strange art. There were often such plots in the novels she read before, so she simply stopped thinking about it.She never dwells on clueless points.

After calming down, the conversation between her and Jing Zhui just now flashed through her mind again, and something flashed by.

Carefully analyzing the details, the prospect of kidnapping him will not regret it after questioning him, he will separate from him as soon as he wakes up, his eyes dodge when he questioned him...

I see!Bai Song thumped his palm, and immediately became transparent. He just felt that he was dragging her down.

Bai Song felt a little helpless, he knew that although Jing Zhui could see everything well, he also liked to think too much and was more or less sentimental.It is estimated that he has already planned this decision a long time ago.

Forget it, they are separated anyway, and I don't know how to get back, so I might as well separate for a while.She believes that they will meet again in the future.

However, survival is the priority now.Bai Song looked at the dense woods and weeds with a bitter face, hesitated again and again, and finally walked towards the road they hadn't finished.

Jing Zhui followed the man to a painting workshop. The decoration of this painting workshop is not gorgeous, but it is simple and elegant with a simple charm. It is nothing special. It is a painting hanging in the hall that makes Jing Zhui look more. I glanced twice.

"What was that painting used for?" Jing Zhui asked directly.

She followed his gaze, then smiled and said, "It's drawn with lead." After she finished speaking, she also stared at the painting for a while, and then said, "I sure saw you right, that painting has a lot of history, but can not tell you."

Jing Zhui frowned. He remembered that Bai Song had mentioned to him that there was a method of drawing in their era called sketching, which used lead to draw. If the technique is good, the drawn things are the same as the real thing, but without color. But Bai Song won't, otherwise I'll show him the painting.The main character in the painting at the door is a snow-white cat, its hair is slightly longer than ordinary cats, curled up on the couch and sleeping soundly in an extremely lazy posture.

It is really no different from the real thing, Jing Zhui admired in his heart, although there are only three colors of black, white and gray, it seems to be seen in color, lifelike.

This may have been done by someone from Bai Song's hometown.

Withdrawing his gaze, he followed the girl into a studio.

There are all kinds of tools in the studio, including painting tools and props used by the painter.Scrolls of different sizes were placed in a mess on the table for painting, and there were some crumpled rice papers on the ground, presumably she made it when she was in a restless mood and couldn't draw well.

"It's a bit messy, let me tidy it up first." She rubbed her nose and said.

Jing Zhui stood there watching her tidy up, and couldn't help but feel a little amused: "You really forget to sleep and eat."

"I've been like this since I was a child, so naturally I should put in more effort." She tidied up without looking back.

"You opened this workshop?"

"Yeah, I made some money painting for people since I was a child, so I started my own business. I didn't expect the business to be good, so I did it like this." She took the scroll on the case to the bookshelf against the wall, and put the scroll on the wall. The tools on the ground were piled aside, and the coffee table and chairs were moved to the open space, clapped hands, and said to Jing Zhui: "Okay, let's start."

Jing Zhui looked at the studio, which was no better than before, and asked, "What should I do? Just stand like this and let you paint?"

"Uh...just think of a pose yourself."

"If you give the money, it's up to you." Jing Zhui smiled, "Also, are you sure you want me to wear this dress to paint?"

"Oh! I forgot." She slapped her head, "I'll take you to pick out a piece of clothing." She turned around and walked to the bookcase, and reached into the gap between the bookcase and the wall to feel for it. With a "click", the bookcase A square of slightly sunken floor appeared in the open space next to it, and then the square was removed to one side, revealing a series of downward stairs.

"Don't you shy away from these things in front of outsiders?" Jing Zhui was puzzled by her boldness.

She didn't understand, so: "What's there to hide? There's nothing to be ashamed of." She looked at him strangely, then suddenly understood what Jing Zhui was referring to, and said with a smile, "My lord misunderstood, my bookcase It was not placed here at first, but now its space is occupied by other things, and there is only this vacant space left, so I put it here, but I forgot that there is a switch for the basement on the wall, so I had to make do with it, not intentionally hide it .”