Seeing her like this, Lu Changzhi couldn't help but smile and said: "The scroll is either hung on the wall, or rolled up and put in the bucket, if you hold it in your arms like this, it will naturally be wrinkled." ”

Lin Tingyu said: "Master Lu, I don't know if you want to make another painting for the little woman?" ”

Lu Changzhi was stunned, and then said: "I have stopped holding a pen for many years, and I am afraid that I have no ability to paint anymore." ”

Lin Tingyu said: "So what? Even if you haven't painted for a long time, and now you want to do it, just pick up the pen and do it, why bother to worry about it? It's like a handkerchief that has been inadvertently dropped, and you can pick it up and wash it and use it again, so you don't have to worry about it falling off. ”

Lu Changyi smiled and said, "Wind girl, it turns out that you are such a free and neat person. ”

Lin Tingyu said: "Master Lu, you are making fun of me." I'm just talking about a woman's side. ”

Lu Changzhi said sincerely: "Although you are a woman, whether you cultivate your heart or your speech and demeanor, I am afraid that there are few men in the world who can do it." ”

Lin Tingyu smiled and said: "If you praise me like this again, I'll be embarrassed, I'm going to find a crack to drill." ”

Lu Changzhi couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

Lin Tingyu deliberately lost his mind for a moment, and said: "You look like this, but you are a little similar to when you were a teenager." Alas, when I saw you looking cold and serious before, I thought I was really going to lose your good playmate as a teenager, and I was so sad and sad in my heart. ”

Lu Changzhi couldn't help but smile, sighed, and said, "Things have changed, who would have thought that it would be nearly a hundred years since you and I met again. ”

Lin Tingyu suddenly rushed to the study.

Not a few breaths. Lu Changzhi saw a desk fly out of the window of the study, and then an old pen, ink, paper, and inkstone flew out.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Lu Changzhi exclaimed. "These are my things, don't move around."

But I heard "Feng Yinniang" shouting in the study: "You haven't come to claim it for many years, and the things here can't be considered yours anymore." ”

What is the rationale for this? Lu Changzhi thought helplessly and shouted, "Could it be that this is also the rule in your hometown?" ”

"yes." Lin Tingyu said.

Before the words fell, Lu Changzhi felt that the wind was rising and falling, and the stunning woman had returned to his eyes. Laughing so much that even the flowers would lose their color, and said, "You can make another picture for me." ”

As she spoke, she waved her spell and rolled up a chair and came out. Put it in the courtyard, clean all the dust on it, and then sit leisurely.

Lu Changzhi couldn't help but lose his mind a little when he looked at such a beautiful, lively and somewhat naughty woman.

Lin Tingyu chuckled. Said: "What are you doing stupidly looking at me?" Hurry up and paint for me! ”

Only then did Lu Changzhi come back to his senses. I felt a little hot on my face, and my heart was inexplicably like a deer, and I inexplicably hoped in my heart that if my life could stay at the moment when he painted a picture of a beautiful woman pounding clothes, how good would it be?

It's a pity that time can't go back, and he has lost that green time after all. I just don't know that I was in such an innocent and optimistic state of mind at that time. Will it ever come back to him?

Lu Chang's mind was complicated, but he had already begun to put the paper away. Press it with a paperweight and open the cartridge.

This is all something from nearly a hundred years ago, if it is in Lin Tingyu's current life, these can be regarded as antiques, even if there is ink in the cartridge, where can it be used again? It's long ago hard enough to turn stone.

Fortunately, Lu Changzhi has mana in his body, and he doesn't care when he sees the black stone in the ink cartridge. However, he suddenly became a childlike child, and said, "Wind girl, the ink in this cartridge is too hard to be used anymore, if you want me to paint for you, you can't sit there all the time." Come and help me sharpen my ink. ”

Lin Tingyu smiled leisurely: "Master Lu, when I was a teenager, I also thought about grinding ink for you. Do you remember what you told me at the time? ”

At that time, Lu Changzhi followed Feng Yinniang and said: "Whether painting well or not, ink plays a vital role." You don't know how to draw, and your ink is worn out, and even if I try my best to paint, it will be difficult for me to paint a masterpiece that is expressive. ”

At this time, Lu Changzhi recalled that he was infatuated with painting back then, and now he still has that love for painting? Can this hand with a sword pick up the pen again and draw all the beauties in the world?

Lin Tingyu saw him in a daze, and couldn't help but come over.

Lu Changzhi came back to his senses and said angrily: "You don't want to grind ink for me, what are you doing here?" As he spoke, he cast a spell to dissolve the graphite ink in the cartridge.

Lin Tingyu smiled and said, "You looked stupid just now, but it really looks like when you first saw me." ”

Lu Changzhi was ashamed, his face suddenly turned red, he coughed, and said, "Don't you want me to paint for you?" Obediently sit down in the chair. ”

Lin Tingyu immediately followed the words and sat back in the chair.

Lu Changzhi made all kinds of preparations and picked up the pen, but before the pen was inked, he felt that the hand holding the pen was actually a little shaky.

I haven't held a pen for a long time, and now I pick up the pen again, but I find that the hand holding the sword is no longer the hand that held the pen back then.

It's a pity that an hour has passed, and a painting has been painted, but the ink is dull, and the characters on the painting have no aura, let alone others, even Lu Changzhi himself was very dissatisfied after seeing it.

"Painted?" Lin listened to the rain and got up and walked over.

When Lu Changzhi saw her coming, he was afraid that she would see his bad painting, so he quickly reached out and crumpled the painting into a ball and threw it into the pool next to him.

Lin Tingyu said angrily: "What are you doing here? ”

Lu Changzhi's face was slightly red, and he said, "Uh, there were a few wrong strokes just now. You sit a little longer, and I'll draw another one. ”

Lin Tingyu guessed that he must have not painted for a long time, and his gestures were rusty, and he didn't break them, so he sat down on the chair again according to his words, and put on a good-looking and relatively comfortable posture to let Lu Changzhi paint.

Who knew that the second painting was completed, Lu Changzhi was still not satisfied, and he had to repaint it after tearing it up.

Lin Tingyu was patient, so he obediently sat on the chair and let him paint one painting after another.

In this way, unconsciously, the sun is setting, and the sunlight has turned orange, sprinkled on the woman's beautiful figure and beautiful face, making the painter look a little crazy.

Unconsciously, he re-emerged in his heart to paint the beauty of all things in the world, and he actually felt full of pride, and when he lifted the pen again, the tip of the pen was already hung with a kind of momentum in it.

This time, the painting took only about two moments to complete.

Lu Changzhi put down his pen and picked up the painting to look at it carefully, but he saw that the person in the painting looked shy, his eyes were brighter than the stars, and under the sunset, he looked exquisite. (To be continued......)

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