The big guy who passed through quickly took the scumbag script

Chapter 348 Ghosts and Gods in the Ancient House 7

Xihe hooked her fingers: Come here.

The man's fingers hanging by his side moved, and the next second he stood in front of the tent.

He looked at Xihe condescendingly and didn't speak.

The branches and leaves rustled outside the window, the moon shifted and the wind blew, and the night blurred the man's expression, only the gracefully curved chin could be seen faintly.

Xihe asked, How old are you this year? What did you do before?

Yanshu:? ? ?

Gouzi: ...

Just as Gouzi was about to open his mouth to taunt, a slightly confused man's voice sounded from the room: I don't know.

His mind was blank, he couldn't remember his age, his past, anything.

Xihe nodded, and said again: Go and turn on the light.

The next moment, the orange light came on, and the man's face looked even more terrifying under the bright light, Xihe... She sighed in her heart, feeling a little worried.

They're all grown-up ghosts, don't they have any self-awareness about their appearance?

She raised her hand to cover her eyes: Clean your face.

Yan Shuben's dodgy eyes froze, he looked at the mirror, a face blurred by snow was reflected on the smooth mirror, Yan Shu panicked, and hurried to cover his face.

The rubbing became more and more urgent, and suddenly he stomped his feet, and the whole person disappeared in a flash.

Xihe was surprised.

The yawning hand paused in the air, quickly opened the gauze curtain, and leaned out half of the body: Inkstone book? Inkstone book?

What about people?

The room was empty, apparently someone had slipped away again.

Gou Zile chuckled: Hahaha, you must be stupid. I was scared away by you.

After Xihe was stunned, she laughed and collapsed on the bed, with water stains seeping from the corners of her eyes: Isn't this person too cute? He couldn't have paid attention to his appearance, right?

As long as he thinks of this possibility, Xihe is overjoyed.

A good night's sleep.

The next day, after dinner, a group of people decided to take the drawing board to sketch.

The mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist, and large swaths of rhododendrons were faintly hidden in the mountain mist. The trees in the distance were verdant, and the sea of ​​clouds in the sky was smudged with red. Everyone found a suitable position and began to paint.

The air became quiet, save for the rustle of paintbrushes.

Xihe held the pen and was thinking about what to paint. The original owner was good at watercolor, so it was fine to paint this artistic conception, but she always felt that there was something missing.

Suddenly, she paused.

A man in white clothes stood with his hands behind his back among the large blooming rhododendrons in the distance. The mountain wind lifted a corner of his robe, his short black hair was parted in the middle, and his facial features were handsome and handsome.

Through the clouds and mist, the expression in his eyes could not be seen clearly, but Xihe knew that he was looking at her.

He couldn't help pursing his lips into a smile, lowered his head and picked up a pen to start painting.

After a few hours, everyone stopped writing one after another.

Ayun, hurry up, let me see what you drew?

Zhang Ying couldn't wait to run to Li Yun's side.

In the whole academy, the teachers are famously fond of Li Yun, because of her imposing aura in her paintings, and she is famous for her delicate brushwork and graceful style of painting.

Sure enough, as soon as they saw the scenery on the painting, everyone immediately praised it again and again.

In the wildness of the mountains, a girl in pink is dancing,

The figure is graceful, the expression is agile, the rhododendron, and the dark green distant mountains have become the foil.

Zhang Ying held the painting and didn't let go, calling out: Oh my god, my god, little fairy, I love you so much, can you give me this painting?

Li Yunfan's face was shy, and before he could speak, Yang Xi said: Such a good painting is enough for the competition, how can you make such an exorbitant request?

Zhang Ying was embarrassed immediately, and put down the painting: I was just joking.

I went to look at other people's paintings. Wang Jun's paintings are majestic, with clear mountains and rivers. Li Ning doesn't plan to engage in this industry in the future, so it can only be regarded as ordinary, but Yang Xi's paintings are rich and colorful, which is very unusual.

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