Three thousand weak waters reflect the fading

"Then who do you think is the right person?"

"Of course there are, but I don't know." Jing Zhui looked at the picture scroll. The person on it was wearing a moon-white robe, and part of the clothes were spread out on the ground because he was sitting on a low wooden bench. He looked down. Holding his hand, frowning slightly, lifelike.One of the man's hands is hidden in the sleeve, and the other elbow is propped on the knee. The forearm is naturally erected, and the fingers are slightly curled up to face him. The joints are not obvious, but the knuckles are distinct. From the perspective of the painter, only the back of the white hand can be seen, and what makes him frown in the palm makes people curious.

Cang Ming took one of his hands, observed carefully, suddenly frowned and asked, "Why are there so many barbs?"

"I eat so casually all day, how could I not have one." Jing Zhui withdrew his hand, smoothing the slightly warped barb with his thumb.

"Don't rub it, you don't feel uncomfortable, I limit you to clean it up within today."

Jing Zhui also felt that it was time for repairs, so he nodded: "Okay." After speaking, he picked up the brush, dipped it in some ink, and said, "I really don't want to destroy it." Then he closed the wide sleeve of his right hand with his left hand , wrote a word "Jing" in a blank space in the lower left corner of the painting.

Flowing clouds and flowing water, graceful and startling, a single word can make people see the state of mind of the writer-quietness.

"Why didn't you write 'Chasing'?" Cang Ming asked after watching him finish writing without haste.

Jing Zhui stared at the words he had just written and replied: "The word 'Zhui' is completely different from my own state, so what does it mean when I write it?"

"I thought you hated the Jing family, otherwise you wouldn't refuse to go home."

"I really don't like it." Jing Zhui was not surprised when he knew that Cang Ming had completely investigated his life experience, "But it's gone now anyway." After speaking, he looked at the painting with a sigh: "Who is there? I wrote an inscription on my own portrait. Wouldn’t it make people laugh if I said it. I thought about it for a few days, but I didn’t know what to write, so I just wrote a random word to fool her.”

"It's not a fool, this word is still worth a few dollars." Cang Ming said, and took out the pen from his hand, "How about I also write the word 'Cang' on it."

"Why?" Jing Zhui vaguely knew what he was thinking, but asked anyway.

"This is so that others will know that you are mine." Cang Ming replied as a matter of course.

Jing Zhui knew that he would say so, took out the pen in his hand and put it on the inkstone, and said, "How can you spoil other people's hard work at will!"

Cang Ming looked at his expression, and unconsciously caressed his face: "Don't be so cute, or I don't even want to leave."

Jing Zhui was a little annoyed, just about to ask him to be more serious, but the other party suddenly overturned and kissed him.The hand he had just raised froze in mid-air, without any strength, so he could only put it on Cang Ming's arm, bearing his kiss.

In the past few days, he has been able to respond calmly to such actions of Cang Ming.

"Maybe I won't be able to see you for a while." Cang Ming finally let go of him, and said with his cheek against his forehead.

Jing Zhui raised his eyebrows: "It's best not to come."

"I can't protect you well, you have to protect yourself." Cang Ming took his hand again, stroking his nails, "It looks uncomfortable, you should cut it now."

"Understood." Jing Zhui smiled.

Cang Ming stared at him for a while, then turned around as if making up his mind, and jumped out of the window again.

Jing Zhui looked at the empty room and the window, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

He called the boy to fetch a basin of hot water, soaked his hands in it, and guessing that it was almost done, he took his hand out of the water and shook it.After being soaked in hot water, the barbs will fall off as soon as they are pulled out.

After he pulled out all the barbs on his hands and the writing on the painting was almost dry, he put away the painting, picked up the bag of silver, and went out.

Originally thought that he would have to struggle with the inscription for a while, but he didn't expect that when Cang Ming came, his train of thought would be confused. If you return it, you can leave earlier.

When he came to the workshop, the man was chatting and laughing with another guest, and the guest knew at a glance that he was a playboy.

As soon as Jing Zhui came in, both of them turned their heads to look at him, and the man who painted for himself said: "Didn't you say that you will return it in the next day? Why did you just send it back and get it back?"

"At first, I thought it would take some time to figure out how to write it. Later, I felt that no matter what I thought, it would be useless. I might as well not think about it. So I wrote my surname to fool you. Please don't blame me for ruining this painting." As he spoke, he handed the painting to her.

She unfolded it, and immediately smiled: "How could the young master ruin this painting? It's obviously the icing on the cake."

"Your Excellency is absurd."

She glanced at the words on the painting again and said, "I still don't know how to address you, Young Master, how about I call you 'Mr. Jing' from now on?"

"However, if we meet by chance, the address will be avoided. If we meet again by fate in the future, it will not be too late to talk about it."

"Master Jing is leaving now?" she asked.

Jing Zhui nodded: "I don't like to settle down."

"Since this is the case, it is inconvenient for me to keep young master. If we meet again in the future, please let me draw another picture for young master."

Jing Zhui felt helpless: "I really don't understand why you are so obsessed with superficial beauty."

"Young master is more than superficially beautiful!" She praised again.

Jing Zhui shook his head with a smile and wanted to leave.She sent him out the door and said, "There will be a time later."

After Jing Zhui said the same words, he turned and left.

When she walked back to the painting workshop, she saw that dude had a gloomy expression on his face.

He said, "Ah Mo, you never painted portraits of people before."

"I drew this for myself. He looks so good-looking. Wouldn't it be nice to look at it every day?" Nan Mo put away the painting and replied.

After Jing Zhui left the painting workshop, he found a road he had never been before.

As we walked, we turned into an uninhabited alley, and every few meters there would be forks to both sides.

Jing Zhui was actually very afraid of taking such a path, but now that it was broad daylight, he was not afraid of what might happen.

However, there are always exceptions in the world, such as now.

When Jing Zhui walked through a fork, he was suddenly pulled aside vigorously by a hand. Before he could realize what happened, several hands began to tear his clothes.

Jing Zhui was shocked and struggled desperately, "Stop! What are you going to do!"

No one answered him, his hands were pressed against the wall and his mouth was tightly covered so he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as the group of ugly and dirty people pulled his clothes eagerly and rudely. The ripping sound of the clothes was like his last wail, and the great fear made his mind unable to think.

The heart sinks a little bit, and turns cold a little bit.

No one will come to rescue him, not even himself.

Finally, he gave up struggling and closed his eyes in despair.

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