Ling Luoyu's voice did not fall, ink Xuan dust suddenly began to undress.
Ling Luoyu was confused: "ink Xuan dust Why are you undressing? "
Mo Xuan dust is very serious: "for the sake of your painting more like a point, small decision to throw out!! I will sacrifice myself and serve you well... "
Ling Luoyu: Go away... "
Kick over the black Xuan dust, she got up to look for things.
"What are you looking for?"
"Carbon stone!"
Looking at a dozen carbon stones of different thickness prepared by Ling Luoyu, the ink Xuan dust is somewhat surprised.
"Yu'er, what are you doing?"
"Give your mother a picture..."
"You Don't you need a brush? "
"I can't do that!"
She's good at sketching.
If you are as accomplished as the brush strokes, you still lack a lot of enthusiasm.
Following his memory, Ling Luoyu uses carbon stone as the tip of his pen, and draws the appearance of che'er on rice paper.
With the formation of the outline, the dark dust suddenly dare not look.
Even though he has been able to hide his emotions in his heart and not easily expose them, he still can't stand this kind of torment like a knife.
As time passed by, he was also restless there, walking around from time to time, but after all, he did not dare to disturb her.
Ling Luoyu didn't finish writing until the lantern was on.
"All right
Mo Xuan dust's anxious circle finally stopped: "OK?"
Ling Luoyu got up and said, "I'll go out and have a rest. You can see for yourself first..."
Emotional catharsis, does not need anyone's company!
Even the most intimate lover can make his mind distracted.
Therefore, Ling Luoyu chose to avoid.
Out of the bamboo house, Ling Luoyu looks up at the stars in the sky, and his lips fade out with a smile.
"It's really interesting If I hadn't protected his mother's birthgas two thousand years ago, he might have nothing to do with him now... "