After Yan Zheng left, Yan Zhengling looks at this bottle of plum in a daze.

After he moved to the rental house, his world became clean.

There was no provocation from fishermen and no harassment from Yan Zhengling.

The room is quiet every day.

But he felt very lonely.

The heart is like missing a piece, empty.

He bought himself a lot of books, materials for painting and piano.

Every day, his study time is full, and his profound knowledge is advancing by leaps and bounds. Even he thought it strange that he would read all the things in the book. And it can draw inferences from one instance and integrate into the whole process.

On this day, he set up his drawing board, adjusted the paint, and began to paint.

White rice paper, he raised the brush, but did not know what landscape to draw.

Finally, simply let the brush follow his feeling, slowly sprinkle.

In the end, there was a picture of a gorgeous color on Xuan paper. When he saw the picture on the paper, he was shocked.

The girl in the portrait has long straight hair up to her waist. Her eyebrows are like a distant mountain, her eyes are like obsidian, her nose is small and straight, her skin is fair and her lips are scarlet.

Palm big face pure with an unfamiliar child general, a pair of eyes looking at him, gentle as a harmless pet.

Smile and smile, beautiful!

Zhan hanjue's eyes slowly overflow with doting smile.

This kind of quiet as a virgin, dynamic as a rabbit, beautiful as a fairy, should only be in the sky!

At the weekend, Tong Bao called him.

"Uncle, it's Saturday tomorrow. Will you come to practice with me?"

Tong Bao's voice, like the breeze, takes away all his troubles.

"OK." He said with a smile.

"Uncle, do you want to listen to my mother playing the other shore flower? Mommy is with me now! "Tong Bao said.

The heart of the warlord jumped violently.

"Does uncle have the honor?"

Tong Baodao: "of course."

Han Jue heard Tong Bao's voice, "mummy, please play the flower on the other side. Uncle wants to listen. "

"Well."

Tong Bao's mother gave a quick answer, which made him feel less uneasy.

Soon, the piano sounds melodious.

There was no sense of heaviness at the end of the promise, but it was as light as a butterfly wing, like a trickle, which made him see the picture of long streams of green hills on both sides of the Strait.

He had some feeling that this is the meaning of the song "the other shore flower".

Not for grandeur, just for eternity!

I thought she was an immortal spirit.

It turned out to be a woman full of fireworks.

Simple and unadorned!

The next day.

Lord Zhan came to the sea and the sky at the appointed time.

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