After wearing the best mother-in-law, my way is wide

Chapter 441 That Noble Design
His cry frightened Feng Yin and hurriedly withdrew his strength and asked, "Are you okay? Does it really hurt?"

She regretted it when she heard the man shouting for pain.

What are you doing? He was just telling the truth, why should you take it out on him?
Hearing the strong remorse in her tone, Zhang Yiming smiled quickly and said, "Don't worry, it's just that the scalp hurts a little."

Feng Yin stopped, turned around and took the oil lamp from the window sill, brushed his long hair with her fingers, and observed the situation carefully.

I'm afraid that what I just did has caused too much harm to him.

"It's all right."

Sensing the tension and anxiety emanating from the woman, Zhang Yiming quickly comforted her, "At that time, the scalp was a little sore."

"I just feel that you don't love me, and feel wronged in your heart. It's an exaggeration to cry."

After he finished speaking, Feng Yin also took a closer look at his scalp, there were indeed a few areas where the skin was torn red.

It's okay to walk slowly without tearing the skin.

Listening to the man's explanation, Feng Yin could not help but hang her head in shame.

He whispered: "It's my fault, I shouldn't take it out on you."

"Spoken nonsense again."

Zhang Yiming turned around and went to the kang, stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, "I said it's all right, why are you apologizing?"

"Okay, don't blame yourself."

He rubbed her increasingly soft hair and said, "It's getting late, Yinyin will help me grind the ink, and when I draw that thing, we'll rest."

"Ah."

Feng Yin nodded obediently, got up and took out the Four Treasures of the Study from the cabinet, and started to work.

Zhang Yiming also put on an outer shirt outside, and began to refresh himself.

Only in this way can we make a marking pattern that cannot be imitated, and at the same time, we must be able to learn it by our own people.

Seeing him like this, Feng Yin didn't dare to disturb him.

When Zhang Yiming opened his eyes again, his whole demeanor changed.

Even Feng Yin felt that he was so sacred and mysterious at this moment.

It was as if there was light on her body, which attracted her deeply, and made her fall into it unconsciously.

Especially when he picked up the paintbrush, this feeling was more profound and mysterious.

In front of Zhang Yiming like this, Feng Yin didn't dare to breathe out, as if she was afraid that if she breathed louder, it might destroy the aura at the moment.

She held her breath, and even the movement of grinding the ink became much softer.

At this moment, Zhang Yiming's whole body seems to be integrated into the painting to be made, and there is nothing in his eyes other than the painting.

I saw him pick up a pen and dip it in ink, writing like a god.

The movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, and a painting of a sickle and an ax is completed in one go without any stagnation.

When the painting was finished, the moment Zhang Yiming closed his brush, the corners of Zhang Yiming's lips curled up in satisfaction.

Obviously, the painting in front of him really met his expectations.

Seeing him stop writing, Feng Yin didn't recover from that state in time.

So he still didn't make a sound, just waiting for him to make the anti-counterfeiting mark.

But waited and waited, but didn't see him continue, Feng Yin finally couldn't hold back and asked: "Zhang Yiming, have you finished this painting?"

"finished."

Zhang Yiming answered very casually. The moment he raised his head, he broke away from the painting and looked at Feng Yin with a smile on his face: "Yinyin, what do you think?"

Feng Yin hesitated for a while, but still said what she wanted to say most in her heart: "That's good, but where's your anti-counterfeiting mark?"

Zhang Yiming was very pleased with her reaction.

Carefully put down the pen, then said with a smile: "Wait a minute, you will know soon."

Feng Yin blinked her eyes, and blinked again, no matter how she looked at it, she felt that he was fooling herself.

(End of this chapter)