After Dawn Chapter 137: The fairy in the painting (2)

The room suddenly became quiet. Zhao Qingkong didn't get a response from the woman for a long time. When he turned his head, he saw that the beautiful and delicate face was covered with crystal tears.

He suddenly panicked.

I hurriedly took out a handkerchief from my arms and handed it over, and said in a panic, "Girl, girl, don't misunderstand, Xiaosheng didn't mean that... No, that's what I meant... No, no, no... …”

He explained in a dazed and inarticulate manner, completely unable to see the high-spirited spirit when he fought with other candidates in the past: "I'm not targeting you...I...Xiaosheng didn't mean to scold the girl."

The woman took his handkerchief and didn't wipe away her tears, but just looked at him obsessively, her tears-stained eyes became more and more hazy, and Zhao Qingkong felt sour when she saw it.

"Young Master, the little girl just wanted to repay her kindness, but didn't expect to trouble the son so much..."

"If the little girl doesn't repay her kindness, she won't be able to soar, she can only be a ghost for a lifetime, it's better to die..."

As she spoke, she was about to hit the door frame.

Hearing the words "flying" and "spirits", Zhao Qingkong reacted at once, reached out his hand to stop her, and asked, "The girl said soaring, spirits...but it was said in anecdotes..."

The woman who was stopped politely withdrew from his arms, but pulled at the corner of his clothes with one hand, bit her lip, and did not speak.

She stared at him nervously, her eyes wide open, with panic in her eyes: "Young Master, Young Master... I don't mean to hurt you..."

"Girl..." Zhao Qingkong's expression was still gentle, and there was no hint of panic. After understanding her identity, she was like a pure and flawless white paper. Although she was a strange creature, her eyes were pure , there is no fear in my heart, but a lot of pity, "I know you have no intention of harming me."

When he said this, the woman's expression settled down.

"I just want to repay my kindness, not my son's life."

Zhao Qingkong nodded, and then said: "Girl wipe away your tears, let's go inside and talk, it's not good to stand outside."

"Yeah." The woman nodded, then blushed and wiped away her tears with the handkerchief Zhao Qingkong gave, and walked into the room following his hand. It was getting cold, and the woman said with shame on her face: "My son, it's all my fault. The food is cold. You came back from the outside. You haven't had time to eat after a busy day. I'll warm you up again."

"No need." Zhao Qingkong stopped her and said, "The food tastes cold when it is cold, and the girl's craftsmanship is very good, so the food must be delicious even if it is cold." He picked up the bowl, wiped it with his sleeve, and added food for himself. The woman wanted to reach out and take the bowl to wash it, but he also refused, saying it was a rare trouble.

"It's not clean, you don't get sick when you eat it, and the country people don't pay much attention to it." He comforted, but the woman's eyes turned red again.

She knows that he has always been a clean freak, and he must keep his things neat and tidy. Every day, apart from reading and writing, he cleans these rooms, so although the bamboo house is small and rudimentary, it is But it doesn't look ugly, but it doesn't have a charm.

Zhao Qingkong picked up the greens and put it into his mouth. The salt was too salty and it made him bitter, but he ate it without frowning. The mushroom stewed soup was delicious, but not salty. , seeing the woman looking at him expectantly, he smiled: "The girl's craftsmanship is very good."

"That's good." The woman breathed a sigh of relief, "I can't taste it, I can only learn the way you usually cook, so I don't know if it suits your appetite."

"Xiaosheng dared to ask, I don't know what kind of monster the girl is... Why do you say that Xiaosheng has the kindness of nurturing and nourishing the girl?" he asked.

The woman smiled embarrassedly and said, "Young Master, do you still remember the paintings you made three years ago?"

"Three years ago?" Zhao Qingkong's expression was a little puzzled. He made a living by selling calligraphy and paintings all year round. In the past three years, he did not know how many paintings he painted for his livelihood, and how could he remember what he painted at that time.

Seeing that he had eaten, the woman bowed in front of him and explained her origins.

"Young master, the youngest daughter was originally Qingran, the eldest daughter of Feng Yuanwai in the town. She drowned at the age of sixteen when she was out for a green outing. Fortunately, her soul was attached to the portrait that the master made three years ago. Only by raising your energy every day can you have the opportunity to cultivate and become an immortal." She said, she took out a scroll from nowhere, and then slowly unfolded it in front of Zhao Qingkong, "This is the painting that the little girl possessed."

The painting is a bustling street, and a beautiful woman looks back and smiles not far away.

Zhao Qingkong's face was a little red. This painting was not requested by any customer, but when he was setting up a stall on the street to paint three years ago, when he looked up, he happened to see a beautiful woman in the crowd not far away Looking back, those bright eyes immediately entered his heart. After returning home, he dreamed of these eyes, dreamed of the beauty's slightly pursed red lips, tossing and turning, so he had this painting.

He looked at Qingran's appearance, and suddenly it overlapped with the beauty he saw three years ago, so he asked in disbelief: "Could it be that the girl I saw on the street...was the girl? ?"

Qing Ran nodded, and then smiled a little melancholy: "The side you saw me on the street was the day the little girl drowned." But then she became happy again, "After the little girl drowned, Originally, he could only linger in the world for three days, so he had to follow the bull-headed horse face to suffer reincarnation, but because of the excellent paintings of the master, he even had aura, which allowed the little girl to hide in it and escaped the pursuit of the ghosts. Because the young master often recites some books of sages and sages in the ears of the little girl, so that the little girl can feel it and become enlightened, so she can cultivate successfully in just three years and have the opportunity to be ranked in the fairy class."

"The son can be said to be the reborn parent of the little girl."

"This is a personal opportunity." Zhao Qingkong was also very happy for Qingran when he learned of what happened to her, but he felt shy again when he learned that she was the girl he thought about three years ago. "Xiaosheng would like to congratulate the girl here."

"If there is no son, there will be no daughter today."

……

The two talked for a while, and Zhao Qingkong found out that although Qingran is a young lady, she has read a lot of books, and her knowledge is not narrower than his. Moreover, because the Feng family is a scholarly family, Qingran still Being able to read more famous works than him, and Qing Ran also found that although Zhao Qingkong was a poor scholar, he did not have the sourness of an ordinary scholar at all. joyous.

Zhao Qingkong learned that the last thing Qing Ran needed to do was to repay his kindness.

"Young Master, you only need to make one wish, and Qing Ran will definitely help you fulfill it." Qing Ran said, and then looked at him with bright eyes, "If the Young Master wants to be named the champion of the gold division, Qing Ran will help you fulfill it." Of course it can be done.”

Zhao Qingkong never thought of cheating in exams. One is that he believes in his own strength, and the other is that he doesn't bother to do these fake things, but he knows that Qingran is also kind, so he doesn't think she He was insulting himself, but he politely refused: "Could it be that the girl doesn't believe in Xiaosheng's ability?"

"No, no." Only then did Qing Ran realize what she said, and quickly waved her hand: "The little girl naturally believes in the son, and doesn't mean to insult the son..."

Zhao Qingkong fiddled with the candle to make the light brighter. He walked to the desk, put the paper aside, and said, "Why don't you ask Xiaosheng to make another painting for the girl, it's a wish."

Qing Ran stood up abruptly, shook his head and said, "Master, how can this be considered a wish? It doesn't count, it doesn't count."

Zhao Qingkong was a little embarrassed for a while, but then he laughed again, "That's my little wish, I always wanted to paint another picture for the girl, but I couldn't meet the girl again. Thinking of..."

After all, things are impermanent, and no one could have imagined that the first meeting between the two on that day would be the last meeting. However, I never thought that the two of them would have such a deep bond just once they met.

"As for wishes," Zhao Qingkong paused, his eyes slightly dodging, "Xiaosheng really doesn't have any wishes right now, why don't you give Xiaosheng a night to think about it and tell the girl tomorrow?"

Qing Ran responded.

Zhao Qingkong dipped ink with a pen and looked up at Qingran, who was smiling at him.

He blushed and lowered his head to paint seriously.

Under the yellow light, the contours of Qingran's cheeks softened a lot. Zhao Qingkong traced the corners of her eyes and brows with gentle strokes.

He lowered his eyes to hide his thoughts.

He's not without wishes.

This wish came as early as the day I first met Qingran.

After a conversation with Qingran today, his desire was strengthened.

If at first he just thought, how wonderful it would be if such an amazing woman could be his wife, then what he thinks today is that a woman like Qingran is his wife The only choice.

But he knew he couldn't be so selfish.

In the communication with Qingran, Zhao Qingkong knew her yearning for immortality, and he also understood through tentative inquiry that only immortality is the best for a soul-cultivating spirit like Qingran. way out.

She deserves a better life.

The next day.

Zhao Qingkong woke up, Qing Ran had walked out of the painting and asked:

"Young Master, do you have any wishes for you?"

Zhao Qingkong smiled as if the two officially met for the first time yesterday.

"I hope..."

"The girl can successfully ascend to immortality."