Xiao Feng's inspirational life

The easel was quietly placed in the corner, and there was a picture on the plywood, in which was a handsome man in white clothes and ancient costume.He stood among the camellias in the garden, his eyes were downcast, and his expression was lonely.Among the camellias all over the sky, he stands alone.He held a folding fan tightly in his hand, and a very ordinary jade pendant was tied to the handle of the fan.

Xiao Feng stretched out his hand, rubbed his fingertips on the face of the person in the painting, and traced his outline carefully.The movements are gentle, as if treating a lover reunited after a long absence.

The finger moved to the position of the hand holding the fan in the painting.Xiao Feng recognized the folding fan, it was the "evidence" used by Mrs. Ma in Xingzilin to testify that he killed Ma Dayuan, and after several twists and turns, it returned to his hands, and later, he gave the folding fan to Duan Yu, and at the same time He gave him the personal jade pendant.

Xiao Feng looked at the person in the painting as if possessed, and he saw the dawn.

When Duan Linfeng woke up, he saw the tall black figure standing in the corner at first sight, and he didn't react for a long time.

"Xiao...Xiao Lang, why are you in my room?" Duan Linfeng asked with his head propped up.

Xiao Feng just woke up like a dream.After recovering, he remembered that he had been in Duan Linfeng's room last night, uh...and stood there all night.

Looking at the painting in the corner, the person in the painting really looks like Duan Yu.

"The person in this painting... who is he?"

"What are you talking about?" Duan Linfeng pointed to the painting and said, "I drew it when I was free, and the person in the painting is Duan Yu."

"Duan Yu...where is he?" Xiao Feng's nerves tensed up suddenly.

"It's in Mr. Jin's book." Duan Yu replied without thinking.

"Book?" Xiao Feng was silent for a while.

"Did you draw him according to the book?" Xiao Feng asked suddenly.

"Hmm... Maybe it's because I watched too many TV series and original books, and then I dreamed of that character and drew it for him." Duan Linfeng rubbed his head, he really didn't remember how he drew this character at that time.However, he remembered that there was a time in Zeng Jin when he always dreamed of some scenes that should be from TV dramas, which were intermittent and fragmented, and the most impressive thing was that there was always that person standing in a big garden in the dream, with a sad look on his face.Strange to say, since he drew that scene, he never dreamed about it again.As time passed, Duan Linfeng gradually forgot that the painting existed.

Just woke up with a bit of a sore throat and an even more so with an empty stomach.Duan Linfeng rubbed his flat stomach with one hand, and looked at Xiao Feng with a pair of pitiful stars: "Xiao Lang, why don't you go get something to eat?"

Xiao Feng was thinking about asking something, but seeing Duan Linfeng's pitiful appearance, he suddenly nodded and went out the door.

After entering the kitchen, Xiao Feng found that it would be easy for him to roast game or something, but cooking... cough, this is a difficult problem.

After struggling for a long time, Xiao Feng finally made a decision—to cook porridge.

When Xiao Feng brought the hot porridge to Duan Linfeng, Duan Linfeng leaned weakly on the head of the bed.Then said in the big aggrieved eyes: "Xiao Lang, you are so inked, I'm almost starving to death."

Xiao Feng was a little embarrassed, he put the porridge on the bedside table, and didn't feel conscious about feeding him at all.

"Why don't you eat?"

Duan Linfeng snorted.He was saying that he was so hungry that he was exhausted.

Xiao Feng picked up the bowl helplessly, thinking that it is not new to serve people, so he carefully fed him the porridge one by one.Although, during this period, Duan Linfeng frowned more than once.

"Xiao Lang, when did you make things so unpalatable?"

Xiao Feng glanced at the empty bowl and thought, is it unpalatable?It's unpalatable, don't you finish it too?

Xiao Feng was a little amused, and said: "You are a person, you can't do it, and you are still so picky."

"︶︿︶..." Duan Linfeng hummed dissatisfied in his heart.

Xiao Feng scanned the room, and finally fixed on the painting in the corner.

"Who...is that person playing Duan Yu? Where can I find him?"

Duan Linfeng thought, there are several miles to play Duan Yu, but looking at the people in the painting, it seems that none of the actors playing Duan Yu looks like the people in the painting.Even Xu Luoran, who played Duan Yu in the filming with Xiao Feng this time, is only slightly similar to the person in the painting.

"Xu Luoran played Duan Yu, but..."

"Where is he?"

"Going abroad."

"He doesn't look like the person in the painting." At the end, Duan Linfeng added another sentence.

Xiao Feng's excitement faltered all of a sudden, and he looked a little melancholy.

Duan Linfeng looked at him with a frown, and sighed in his heart, this man really... regarded himself as an ancient man.

"Can you give me that painting?"

"Take it if you want, it's useless to put it here anyway."

"Thank you." Xiao Feng thanked him, walked over and took off the drawing paper, his movements were cautious.It seems that what he holds is not a painting, but a rare treasure.

Duan Linfeng opened his eyes curiously when he saw the way Xiao Feng treated the priceless treasure.

When Xiao Feng's figure disappeared into the room, Duan Linfeng looked at the small alarm clock beside the bed, it was almost ten o'clock.In a daze, he realized at this time that the clothes, books, medicines and other things in the room were neatly arranged.Xiao Lang is really diligent and virtuous, Duan Linfeng suddenly thought silently in his heart.

After getting dressed and getting up, Duan Linfeng stopped when he passed the door.

He took a closer look at the door, and when he touched the lock, the slightly skewed handle fell off, and Duan Linfeng's eyes widened in astonishment.

Pushing the door with his hand, at this moment, the door also wobbled.

Blinking his eyes, Duan Linfeng finally understood that his door was broken!

After reacting, Duan Linfeng let out a roar: "Xiao Lang, are you a ox? You are so strong! Ooooh, my lock, my door, ahhhh!"

Xiao Feng in the guest room heard his wailing in pain, felt a little guilty in his heart, and carefully pasted the painting on the wall. Hearing someone's wailing that continued, Xiao Feng calmly walked out of the room .

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