Husband, I'm from the 21st Century Sequel

Chapter 247

Ranhua turned to look at Huixiu, and asked with frowned eyebrows, "How long have you been in Ling's house?"

Ranhua's voice was very weak, and she couldn't hear any emotion. Huixiu answered honestly: "Miss Hui, the maidservant has been in Ling's house for 53 years."

"Then how did you come to Ling's house?" Fu cast his eyes out of the window again and continued to ask.

"My servant grew up in a poor family, and there were ten children in the family, big and small, who often faced the dilemma of being unable to solve the problem. Later, my father sold me into the Ling family." Huixiu said quietly, her low voice was full of bitterness.

"Well, let's go down, I want to be alone." Ran Hua waved his sleeves to signal Huixiu to step down.

"The maidservant is waiting outside the door, if you have something to do, you can call the maidservant."

"Um,"

Huixiu gently closed the door, and she was really standing outside the door, with her head slightly lowered, unable to see clearly the thoughts in her eyes.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Ranhua turned around slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the dark light in his eyes floated.Thinking of Hua Ye's meaningful look when he was leaving, Ran Hua immediately thought about it.

He got up and walked into the back room, changed into a plain thin shirt, opened the door and left the room immediately.

Huixiu, who was guarding the door, saw that the painting was painted, and immediately bowed and said, "Miss,"

Ranhua gave Huixiu a sideways look, and said in a low voice, "Staying in the room is boring, go out for a walk." After saying that, she walked out slowly.

Huixiu was about to step up and follow, but she heard Ranhua's indifferent voice: "You stay here, if someone comes, you say I'm bored and go out for a walk."

Huixiu slowly put her raised steps back to the original position, and said respectfully: "Your servant obeys."

Ranhua went straight to Qingluan Hall where Hua Ye lived, looked at Qingfeng standing outside the gate of the hall, and asked, "Is Young Master Ye here?"

"Miss San, please come in." Qingfeng pushed open the heavy palace door in front of him, stepped aside and stood still.

Looking at the inside of the hall, the dyed painter stepped into the hall. The hall is spacious and bright, and the decoration is very elegant. After Hua Ye put on a green shirt and set up a book case, he held a pen in his jade hand and was concentrating on drawing something.Ruhua's eyebrows and eyes are as misty as smoke, and she is clearly close at hand, but it seems like the end of the world.

Ranhua took a light step and walked slowly to the desk, only to see that Hua Ye was painting. When his eyes touched the painting on the desk, Ranhua was shocked, his eyes were fixed on the painting, and there was a trace of water in his eyes fog.

At the moment when the dye painting approached the book case, Hua Ye just finished the last stroke.Putting down the howling wolf in his hand, he took the brocade handkerchief beside him, and slowly wiped the hand that was holding the pen just now.

My eyes fell on the painting, and Qingling's voice sounded faintly: "I don't know why, but this painting has been lingering in my mind, so I drew it today, and now that I have drawn it, it seems that something is wrong , but can’t say it.”

Wen Shengranhua slowly stretched out his hand, Yubai's fingertips touched the eyebrows of the woman in the painting, and said in a trembling voice: "Here, there is a little less cinnabar."

This painting reminded her of the beautiful days when she and Yue were in Xiuyun Peak five years ago, when Yue took her to a place full of peach blossoms. When the petals were flying, he made a painting for her. He found a painting, but that painting was lost on the way back to Huajing.

Now, after many years, I can still see this painting again. The shock and touch in the heart of dyeing painting are beyond the comprehension of others.

Hua Ye put a little cinnabar on the place where the finger was dyed according to the words, but saw the woman in the painting with her eyes closed, lying in the peach forest with flying petals, her beautiful lips curled into a slight curve, which shows that How happy that person must have been back then.

(End of this chapter)