Chapter 34: Ye Jiashui Yao

Updated: 2010-08-19
Ye Shuiyao’s yard is only separated by a wall. Some of them are beyond Ye Wuchen’s expectation that the front courtyard layout is much simpler than his own. The bare ground has only one stone table and four stone benches around, and the side. A clear pool on the side, a green lotus in the pool is slightly inclined with the wind, containing cockroaches to be released. Other than that, there is nothing else.
Moreover, the place is too quiet, there is no one to stay in the competition.
Ye Wuchen's eyes swept away, and a soft smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, leading the snow to the lightly closed room in the middle. Then gently push open the hidden door.
"Go out!"
I haven't stepped in yet, a cold sound that doesn't contain any sensational color comes from inside, then quiets down, and no other sounds come out.
Ningxue stepped forward and looked at his brother with inquiring eyes, then was pulled in by Xiaochen lightly. Ye Wuchen's footsteps did not stop, as if he had not heard the cold drink.
The faint daughter scented slowly, and Ye Wuchen took a sip, gazing at the girl's boudoir, and then looking at the woman in the room who was facing her. She was dressed in a light blue skirt, and her long skirt draped over her legs. The long, black hair was smug on the shoulders. She was slim and slim, and her tall figure was not inferior to Ye Wuchen.
Ye Wuchen couldn't help but admire it, and he was praised as one of the three great enchanting dragons of Tianlongguo. It is just the back of the world. And she is only 19 years old, but some of her body is not seen among women. To know that Ye Wuchen seems to be a little thin, but the height... Calculated by the unit in memory, it is also more than 175 cm.
At this time, she had a white paper roll in front of her eyes. She scratched her hand and heard the footsteps. She did not look back, but repeated again and again, "Go out!"
"How to say is also your younger brother. One year is not alive and dead. You should not be greeted as a sister. Instead, you will be slain. Oh, it really makes me feel like a younger brother." Ye Wuchen appreciates her warmth. Such as jade, white and proud A pair of delicate soft, and the exposed white and pink half-powder neck, it is very resentful. He can't call his parents, but this sister is very fluent.
The woman’s arm was finally turned around. Ye Wuchen also finally saw her true face. For a time, he suddenly realized that the world in front of him was a lot brighter. If there were stones in the heart of the lake, it would cause countless fluctuations. Her facial features are exquisite, her eyebrows are fine, her posture is sturdy, her beauty is high and her attitude is high, and her mind is leisurely, and she looks like a fairy. Although a light blue skirt is slightly wide, but the chest is still high, so that Ye Wuchen's gaze can not help but stay on it for a moment, the heart is lost.
It was only her face that was frosty, not a thin anger, but an invisible release of a cold meaning that refused to be thousands of miles away. Even when she saw this younger brother who had thought that she had died and had not seen it for a whole year, she still could not see the slightest joy on her face, but scorned her eyebrows. Because her boudoir has never been entered by a man, even her brother and father. And this has just returned, and now the younger brother standing in front of her eyes has brought her a sense of strangeness, as if he had been reborn.
"Just come back, go out."
She looked at Ye Wuchen and Ningxue respectively, took back her eyes, said a word coldly, and then turned around again. Even the snowy hair of Ningxue did not attract her attention, as if everything in the world could not bring her inner embarrassment.
Ye Wuchen's shoulders are shrug... I say that my sister is half a mother. How does this sister resemble an ice sculpture, and it is still difficult to melt?
He couldn't help but remember that Long Zhengyang had said with a bitter smile, even though he was a prince, Ye Shuiyao never looked at him with a positive eye.
At this time, she wrote a light stroke. As the brush danced, the majestic peaks were presented on paper. Each mountain peaked from the peak to the peak, from the bottom of the paper to the top, the cliff was steep, and the long Fill the screen. This 19-year-old woman, regardless of the pen, ink, and chapter, is already a generation of masters. Her mountain peaks are so beautiful that they are so majestic that people look like they are in front of the mountain and look up.
Ye Wuchen could not help but secretly shake her head. Although her brushwork is skillful, she lacks a kind of agility. Although the painting is cool, it is a bit more rigid. Perhaps most of the people in this world are like this, even this fairy-like cheap sister can not be excused.

Women often love to draw flowers and draw water, but few women love to paint mountains. The loneliness and grandeur of the mountains may not be suitable for you. And if you are longing for green mountains and green waters, you can go out and swim in the mountains, why bother? I’m alone in the mortuary, and I love to paint.
Ye Wuchen’s voice said gently, then shook his head and sighed:
My sister’s painting skills are already superb. I believe that there are not many people in the world who can beat their sisters. ... Unfortunately, the artistic conception in the painting is too bad."
Ye Shuiyao turned a deaf ear and continued to trace the hand, but the eyebrows gently licked.
Suddenly, her eyes shone in front of her eyes, and a pair of soft hands were already placed on her right hand. She subconsciously pulled back her hands and just had to drink cold, but found that her brush had been pinched in the hands of Ye Wuchen. I don’t know when I have re-paved a blank sheet of paper to cover her unfinished painting.

Drawing a mountain is not about having a mountain full of paper, standing on the ground, or even going to paint the whole picture of the mountain.

While speaking, his right hand has begun to sway quickly, his eyes are low, his face is calm, and his face is light and smiling. Ye Shuiyao’s look stunned, but he did not chill out, but his eyes fell on the drawing paper, binocular Full of shocking colors.
His hands seemed to be slimmer and thinner than the woman's hand. At this time, because the speed of the stroke was too fast, a white shadow of the paper was swayed, and a strangely shaped cloud was on the paper, and it was already in a dozen seconds. It is a cloud, and the weather is tens of thousands. Then his gesture turned, on the top of the sea of ​​clouds, a few strokes, several peaks of different heights loomed.
Ye Shuiyao’s eyes suddenly released a splendid color. He did not draw peaks and peaks at all. He just faintly sketched out the looming peaks in the sea of ​​clouds, but made people unable to imagine and marvel at the height of the peaks. The spectacular, the mountain is full of paper, simply drawing the whole picture of the mountains, the difference between the artistic conception is really different.
The whole painting, he only used less than a minute!
"The road to the cloud is hidden, and he is 10,000 miles away! Painting the mountains, first painting the clouds," Ye Wuchen smiled slightly, repainted the brush, and then put it back in Ye Shuiyao's hand, and the palm of his hand naturally touched her. The back of the hand. Her hands are as delicate as snow, and warm as warm jade. ^-^^-^
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