After cleansing and leaving the house, I am beautiful

Qiu Ying looked at Shangguan Xing: "Give me a pencil and a piece of white paper."

Shangguan Xing brought a pencil and white paper, and after Qiu Ying took it, she began to draw a portrait of Uncle Jiza from her own memory, with Chun Ya giving her advice.

In about half an hour, the portrait of Uncle Jiza was drawn. Qiuying and Chunya felt that it was almost done, so they handed the portrait to Zhandui.

Zhandui looked at Qiu Ying with admiring eyes: "Mr. Qiu's silent drawing is very fast, which shows that his sketching skills are solid."

Zhandui can say silent painting and sketching as soon as he speaks. It seems that he has studied art before.

Qiuying smiled slightly: "I'm just kidding, it's just that I have a better memory. Director Zhandui, have you also studied art?"

Zhandui frowned slightly, and smiled faintly: "I have been an art teacher for several years, but I haven't touched a pen for five or six years."

His smile at this time is the most natural and real since we met.

At this time, Qiu Ying received a call from the owner of the racecourse, saying that there was a horse master who said that he had seen an uncle named Jiang Baijiza in the ranch at the foot of the snow mountain.

Qiuying took a picture of Uncle Jiza's portrait she drew with her mobile phone, and then bid farewell to Shangguan Xing and Zhandui.

The three came to the racecourse again. Qiuying showed the portrait of Uncle Jiza to the horseman named Gongbu. Gongbu said that it was him, and he was the father of the horseman Tsering in the pasture under the snow mountain.

When Qiuying heard that Uncle Jiza's son was a horseman, she felt even more upset, and the idea of ​​returning the dzi to him became stronger.

From here to and from the ranch, it takes about four or five hours to ride slowly on horseback.

Qiuying doesn't know how to ride a horse, so she chooses a good-natured Tibetan horse, and invites Gonpo as the horse trainer.

Duanmufeng and Chunya know how to ride horses, Duanmufeng chose a brown and black thoroughbred horse, and Chunya chose a white horse.

They first came to the peach blossom forest. Under the sun, the small pink petals of the peach blossoms shone with warm light, coating the entire peach blossom forest with a hazy golden layer. When a gust of wind blew, the peach blossom petals flew like snow.

With such a beautiful view, the horses seem to be reluctant to go fast, swaying slowly in the forest.

Passing through the peach blossom forest is an endless grassland. In winter, the grassland is like a big white carpet, cold and confused, yet beautiful.

Looking at a dream world wrapped in silver, Duanmu Fengyou drank twice, raised his whip and spurred the horse to gallop forward, Chunya, not to be outdone, also galloped away.

Qiu Ying can only envy her, since she grew up knowing how to ride a bicycle, she knows no other means of transportation.

After a while, Duanmufeng flicked the whip with one hand and took the rein with the other, and came back after a circle. Looking from a distance, that posture was not to mention very romantic.

He slowly pulled the rein to stop the horse beside Qiuying's horse, and stretched out his hand to Qiuying calmly: "Come here, I will take you to run."

Qiuying shrank her neck and shook her head desperately: I don't want it, I don't want to die yet.

Chunya also yelled at her: "Sister Ying'er, try it, it's really cool!"

Duanmufeng turned over and got off the horse, walked to her side, put one hand on her waist and the other on her leg, staring at her: "Believe me, as long as you hold me tightly, I won't fall."

Qiu Ying continued to shake her head, she was not willing to try this kind of attempt that was not within her control.

"We can start slowly and speed up, try it." Duanmufeng was very patient. In the past, he would directly lift her off the horse.