Heavenly Star Chapter 34: Ye Family Shuiyao
Update Time: 2010-08-19
Ye Shuiyao's courtyard is only separated by a wall. Some surprises from Ye Wuchen are that the layout of the courtyard in front of him is much simpler than hiss. The bare ground only has a stone table and four stone benches around it, and A clear pond on the side, a green lotus in the pond is slightly inclined with the wind, with buds to be released. Other than that, nothing else.
Furthermore, it's so quiet here that no one stays in it.
Ye Wuchen glanced, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, leading Ningxue to the lightly closed room in the middle. Then gently opened the concealed door.
"Go out!"
I haven't stepped in yet. A sound that is so cold that it doesn't contain any sensation comes from inside, then it quiets down, and no other sound comes out.
Ningxue stepped forward, looked at Elder Brother with a questioning look, and was pulled in lightly by Wuchen. There was no pause in the Ye Wuchen's footsteps, as if he didn't hear that cold drink at all.
The faint daughter Xiang rushed slowly, Ye Wuchen took a sip, and swept the girl's boudoir, then looked at the woman in the room who was facing away from them. She is dressed in a light blue dress, her long dress covering her legs and feet, and her black and gorgeous long hair is covered with fragrant shoulder casually. She has a slim waist and a slender figure. The body of tall and slender is no less than Ye Wuchen.
Ye Wuchen can't help secretly admiring it, it is worthy of being praised as one of the three Heavenly Dragon Nation's three great enchanting enchantments, and the back is the home of Spiritual Qi. And she is only 19 years old, but she has such a figure, which is rare in women. You need to know that Ye Wuchen looks a little thin, but its height ... if it is calculated in the unit of memory, it is also above 175 cm.
At this moment, she was covered with a white paper roll, delicate hand patted it lightly. When she heard the footsteps, she did not turn back, but repeated the sentence again indifferently: "Go out!"
"How to say it is your Little Brother. One year is not clear. Your Elder Sister will not only greet you, but you will also be ordered to leave the guest. Hey, it really makes me sad to be Little Brother." Ye Wuchen admired her gentleness as jade A pair of slim tenderness, white and proud cream, and the exposed half of the powdery white pink neck, said very resentfully. He couldn't name his parents, but this Elder Sister was very smooth.
The woman's arms stunned and finally turned around. Ye Wuchen also finally saw her true face. For a time, the world in front of him suddenly felt a lot brighter. If there were stones in the heart lake, it caused a lot of ripples. Her facial features are exquisite and exquisite, her eyebrows are slender, her posture is dazzling, her eyes are magnificent, her mood is casual, she looks like Fairy Maiden Lin Fan. Although a light blue skirt is slightly wide, the chest still has a high bulge, so that Ye Wuchen's eyes can't help staying on it for a moment and lose heart.
It's just her face covered with frost. It's not thin anger, but a kind of chill that releases a thousand miles away. Even when she saw the Little Brother, which she thought was dead, she hadn't seen it for a whole year, she still couldn't see the slightest joy on her face, instead she tapped fine eyebrows. Because her boudoir was never entered by a man, even her Little Brother and her father. And this one has just returned, and the Little Brother standing in front of her now gives her a sense of rustiness, as if he had reborn.
"Just come back, go out."
She glanced at Ye Wuchen and Ningxue respectively, retracted her gaze, said a sentence indifferently, and then turned around again. Even the snow-haired disability of Ningxue did not attract her eyes, as if everything in the world could not bring her inner ripples.
Ye Wuchen shrugged his shoulders ... They all said that Elder Sister was a half-mother. How did this Elder Sister look like an ice sculpture, and it was still difficult to melt?
He couldn't help but remember that Long Zhengyang had a bitter smile before, even though he was Crown Prince, Ye Shuiyao had never looked at him with a right eye.
At this moment, she drew light strokes. With the dancing of the brush, majestic mountain peaks are presented on paper. Each mountain is drawn from the foot of the peak to the peak, from the bottom of the paper to the top, the cliffs, Long fill up screen. This 19-year-old woman is in the realm of a generation of Grandmaster, no matter how she writes, runs ink, or rules. Her mountain peaks are magnificent and magnificent, making people look as if they are in front of the mountain and look up.
Ye Wuchen shook her head secretly. Although her brushwork is skillful, she lacks a sense of agility. Although she paints cool objects, it is a bit more rigid. Perhaps most of the people in this world are like this, and even this Fairy-like cheap Elder Sister is not exempt.
"Women often love to paint flowers and water, but few women love to paint mountains. The pride and magnificence of the mountains may not be suitable for you. And if you yearn for the green mountains and the secluded world, you can go out and visit the mountains. Water, why stay alone in the boudoir and be affectionate in painting. ”Ye Wuchen said slowly, then shook his head and sighed:“ Elder Sister's drawing skill is already fantastic, I believe there are few people who can beat Elder Sister in this world, but ... Unfortunately, the artistic conception in the painting is too poor. "
Ye Shuiyao turned a deaf ear and continued to trace lightly on his hands, but frowned slightly.
Suddenly, there was a white shadow in front of her eyes, and a pair of soft hands had covered her right hand. She subconsciously withdrew her hand and was about to drink cold, but found that her brush had been pinched by Ye Wuchen, and I don't know when the table has been relaid with a piece of white paper, covering her unfinished painting.
"Painting a mountain does not mean that the mountains are full of paper. Standing on top of the sky, you don't even need to paint the whole picture of the mountain."
While talking, his right hand has begun to sway quickly, his eyes are low, his face is calm, and he smiles slightly. The expression of Ye Shuiyao is stunned, but there is no cold drink, but his eyes are on the drawing paper. His eyes were full of shock.
His hands are thinner and thinner than women's hands. At this time, the speed of the stroke is too fast, a white shadow is shaken, and a strange cloud is jumping on the paper for ten seconds. Among them are cloud waves and treacherous weather. Then his gesture turned, above the sea of clouds, a few strokes, and several peaks of different heights appeared.
Ye Shuiyao's eyes suddenly released extraordinary colors. He didn't draw the peaks and waists at all, but just faintly outlined the looming peaks in the sea of clouds, but people could not help imagining and marveling the heights of the peaks. Yu Yunbiao is spectacular. Compared with the mountain peaks full of paper and simply drawing the whole picture of the towering mountains, the difference in artistic conception is really different.
The whole painting took less than a minute!
"Hugh said that the shape of the mountain between the clouds is better than that of his stand! Draw the mountain, draw the cloud first," Ye Wuchen smiled, re-painted the brush, and then put it back into Ye Shuiyao's hands. palm stroked it naturally at the same time. The back of her hand. Her hands were as delicate as snow and as warm as warm jade. ^-^^-^
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