The farm life of a master of metaphysics

Chapter 52 Strange Portraits
"Young Master Qin bought it," Song Ying said simply.

When Song Zhi heard this, he hurried over to help carry it.

After the contents of the two large carts were put under the eaves, the coachmen drove the carriage away, and Qin Jie appeared.

"Didn't I tell you to buy some cinnabar? Why did you buy so many things?" Song Ying asked after seeing Qin Jie.

"Anyway, these things are urgently needed at home. I stopped by the town and bought them together!" Qin Jie didn't care, and took out the cinnabar drawing paper he bought.

"Look, I bought everything you need! I even bought you a pen, ink and writing paper!" Qin Jie waved the things in his hand and said with a smile.

"Home? You don't see the outside, and you regard my house as yours!" Song Ying cheered up when she heard this: "Come on! Give me something, I'll use it in a hurry!"

After saying that, Song Ying took the things in Qin Jie's hand.

"Okay, then you use it first, I will accompany Uncle Song to tidy up these things!" Qin Jie glanced at Song Ying, waved his hand and went to work.

Song Ying returned to the house, took out the cinnabar and drawing paper that Qin Jie had bought, and put the other things aside.

The drawing paper was laid on the table in reverse, and after mixing the cinnabar with water, Song Ying washed her hands, then sat quietly with her eyes closed.

After the messy mood became calm, Song Ying picked up the brush, stained it with cinnabar, and began to draw seriously on the back of the drawing paper.

That's right, Song Ying is drawing symbols.

This rune is very complicated, and one stroke cannot be wrong.

So Song Ying had to maintain a high degree of concentration in order to allow herself to draw this rune.

This painting took almost half an hour.

After drawing the last rune, Song Ying put down the pen and let out a sigh of relief.

"It's been a long time since I drew a rune, and my mental strength is not enough. It's so hard to draw such a rune!"

With that said, Song Ying took out something heavier and pressed the drawing paper on it to prevent the drawing paper from being blown away by the wind.

The next thing she has to do is to wait until the cinnabar is completely dry before she can do the last step.

Here Qin Jie and Song Zhi have already collected a lot of things they bought today.

Some of the clothes, fabrics, bed sheets and quilt covers were bought for Song Ying, and Song Ying needed to pick them up by herself.

Song Zhi also knew that his daughter must be doing something big, so he didn't dare to disturb her.

Now seeing Song Ying coming out of the room, she waved at her.

"Girl! These things are all yours, take them and put them away!"

Song Ying looked at it, took it, and put it in her room.

While packing up her things, Song Ying waited absently.

When Qin Jie passed by here, he saw the situation in Song Ying's room and suddenly thought of something.

Perhaps, she should tidy up a study room for her!I can't draw, write, interpret hexagrams, etc., all in her own room!This house is so spacious, one should be used as a study!Thinking of this, Qin Jie looked at Song Zhi who was on the side.

"Uncle Song, can I go and see the layout of the rooms in your house?"

Song Zhi, who was cleaning the yard, froze for a moment, and then realized.

"You can watch it as you like! But the other rooms are not cleaned up, they are full of dust! Are you sure you want to go and see it?"

"It's okay, I'm just looking around!" Qin Jie replied with a smile, and then began to check the rooms one by one.

I have to say that the people who built this house put their heart into it.

The layout of this house is still very reasonable, at least in the village, it is definitely a rare good house.

The place where Song Ying and Song Zhi live now is actually not the best location, but that side is closer to the kitchen. For the sake of convenience, the father and daughter tidied up two rooms over there and lived in them first.

If you really want to live for a long time, it is naturally better to live in the main house.

After Qin Jie read it, he already knew it.

Here, Song Ying finally waited until the cinnabar on the drawing paper was dry.

So Song Ying took out the nine bamboo tubes and shouted loudly.

"Father, hurry up and wash your hands, and help me get the drawing paper!"

Song Zhi was responsive to his daughter's request, so he quickly washed his hands and came over.

Qin Jie also came over when he heard Song Ying's voice.

When Song Zhi was standing facing the sun with the drawing paper, Song Ying took out the bamboo tubes one by one.

After the first bamboo tube was opened, the light spots seemed to be sucked by the drawing paper as soon as they came out, and fell to the front of the drawing paper one after another.

Soon, a woman's head was pieced together by these light spots.

Then Song Ying opened the second bamboo tube, those light spots were the same as those of the first bamboo tube, and immediately flew onto the drawing paper, pieced together a woman's upper body...

The bamboo tubes were opened one after another, and after the eighth bamboo tube was opened, a portrait of a woman appeared vividly on the paper.

Looking carefully, the woman in this painting has many similarities with Song Ying.

Song Ying looked at it, and finally took out the ninth bamboo tube.

Two different colors of light fell on the drawing paper, a bright light flickered on the woman on the painting, and then a portrait of a woman was formed.

At this time, Qin Jie opened his mouth wide when he saw this scene.

Because the woman in this painting is so realistic and lifelike.

But Song Ying didn't show joy on her face at the moment, her eyes were fixed on the smear of red on the woman's abdomen.

Those red light spots are all attached here.

And red appeared here, as if reminding something.

Could it be that her mother's death is really a problem?Such a thought suddenly flashed in Song Ying's mind.

Here Song Zhi tilted his head and looked over at this moment. When he met the eyes of the woman in the portrait, he was stunned.

"Yuexiu, it's Yuexiu! Girl! It's your mother, this portrait is exactly like your mother, as if your mother is standing in front of me!" Song Zhi stretched out his trembling hand while talking, unable to bear I can't stop touching the face of the woman on the drawing paper!
"Yuexiu, are you blaming me for not taking good care of our daughter, so you never come to see me in my dreams all these years!" Song Zhi said with a sob.

After Song Ying heard Song Zhi's words, she suddenly thought of something.

"Father, tell me, when my mother gave birth to me, who gave birth to my mother? Also, who will take care of my mother's funeral?"

Song Ying had a feeling that things must have been weird back then, otherwise she would have collected the residual energy of her mother, and it would not have been possible for the red light to appear here.

Why, it happened that there was redness in the abdomen, which coincided with the cause of her mother's hemorrhage, which must be a reminder to them.

(End of this chapter)