Chapter 447: Painter

Nuo Yu turned around and looked at the painter who was kneeling on the ground. The gentle spring breeze couldn't compare to the warm breath of her body, and people couldn't help but approach.
"Paintist, I wonder if you can accompany me out later, I want to paint everything I see?"
He just made an excuse to want to stay with her for a while.
Qian Jin didn't look up, so he didn't see Nuoyu's lonely and lonely look, or the dim look in that moment.
Noyo didn't let Qian Jin raise his head, so he didn't see the triumphant smile on the corner of Qian Jin's mouth or the flashing eyes of her instantly.
They did not see each other's hearts.
At this moment, Qian Jin couldn't see the person standing in front of her, and replaced by the boy who reached out to him in the icy world.
She still remembered how she came to her in Washington DC that day, and she still remembered how powerful and proud the boy who used to be so energetic was.
The old costumes were turned into coarse cloths, and there was only a dilapidated house in the courtyard of the former hall, and the spirited people of the past were already skinny.
She came back for this.
At first she watched Nuoyu being bullied by other families, and then she was not reconciled. Finally, she unexpectedly met someone from the hidden door, so she joined.
The once warm soul has long been distorted by five years of misery, and Nuoyu's character has endured a lot, and he is no longer so energetic.
But that is still the person Qian Jin vowed to protect his entire life.
A few days later, the auction in the city...
"Qian Jin?"
A call finally awakened Qian Jin's consciousness of wandering into the sky, and the noisy but lively atmosphere around her suddenly awakened her.
"Sorry son."
Noyo is quite uncomfortable with this name, but he doesn't know what to say.
"Forget it, nothing?"
After that, he turned his face to the other side.
In that way, it looks like a child is angry.
My brother talked to him this morning, and my brother said that he liked this painter very much.
Qian Jin smiled silently in his heart and said nothing.
Qian Jin didn't know what was going on with him today. Ever since he left that mansion, he has always wandered away inexplicably.
"Qian Jin, you think this hairpin is quite suitable for you, so let's treat it as a reward from my young master."
As soon as Qian Jin returned to his senses, she saw that young face was full of excitement and joy, and Qian Jin couldn't help but be stunned by the kind of pure light flashing like the ultimate.
"Come on, this young master will put it on for you."
This is the expression you should have at this age.
She was suddenly a little confused.
Was she right or wrong when she left?
But people from other families are all watching, if she leaves at this time...
At night, the bright stars flickered in the sky, just like the smile that lingered in Qian Jin's mind during the day.
With a warmth that is diametrically opposite to those of the stars, Nou approached her without a trace.
"Going out with you has a special flavor."
The face that kept flashing in Qian Jin's mind suddenly appeared in front of her at this moment, shocking her suddenly.
"In fact, there is nothing good in the world."
The famine that year made him truly see the so-called on earth, where people raced to change their children and eat, struggling to save their lives, fearing being eaten by others, and struggling to survive.
There was a long silence, and neither of them spoke.
"I have been in the mansion since I was born. My father always asked me to practice cultivation. Alas, I don't like it, but for the family... If I can, I hope I can travel around the world when I am old."
Of course, it's best to be with you.
He was actually testing if she was the same.
Those pure eyes gleamed with hope, dwarfing the stars in the sky.
"If the young master does not give up, the little girl is willing to accompany your majesty."
After he finished speaking, that face with a touch of sadness suddenly burst into a touching smile, which made Qian Jin's heart suddenly throbbed.
The inexplicable affection spread between the two.
Moonlight is like colored glaze, spreading the ambiguousness all over the place.
Of course, the sky was unpredictable, and within two days, the sound of the collision of swords and swords outside suddenly shattered the colored glaze in a room.
One after another, the miserable screams shook Qian Jin's eardrums, which she remembered belonged to the guards of the master.
"Noyo, please leave here quickly, it is no longer safe here."
After speaking, Qian Jin didn't pay attention to Promise's reaction, and straightly took his hand and flew out of the window.
The shadows that both shuttle through the woods are so close, as if they have been in a tacit understanding for many years, they follow.
"I didn't expect Qian Jin to practice too." His eyes flashed.
"When the little girl was young, an old friend taught the little girl to practice."
After speaking, the two smiled at each other. Qian Jin suddenly noticed that the two of them were holding hands tightly, blushing and quickly letting go, causing the person to smile more brilliantly.
After that day, Noyo gradually got used to the warmth of that beautiful and dignified painter.
They are really similar, but they are so different, but they warm each other's souls.
After returning, Master Nuo had already solved the attacker, who was from another family.
"It seems that they really intend to destroy us."
The old man looked solemn.
"Father, they are too much. Relying on the peak of the Profound God, they want to annex our house." The eldest brother said indignantly.
"You all go down, the painter stays." The old man waved his hand, a trace of worry flashed through Nuo Yu's eyes, Qian Jin nodded at him without a trace, and signaled him to feel relieved.
"I don't know what the old man does to leave me as a girl?"
A hint of curiosity flashed through Qian Jin's eyes, but she knew everything in her heart.
The old man thought for a while, and he pondered a little, "I will discuss this matter later, I still need you to monitor someone."
Qian Jin's pupils suddenly tightened.
With just a few words, Qian Jin's heart surged.
Promise and...
"I know your identity, and I also know who you are here for, so whether you go or not depends on you..."
When the voice fell, the old man left directly.
How could the old man monitor his son?
Did he find it?
Qian Jin took a breath, this old man is not easy.
The next day, she was doing what she had done for a year and day, but that person was the person she didn't want to monitor the most.
The wind in the early spring blew the willow branches in front of the window slightly, and the people in that room were sitting in front of the window, holding a book of exercises in their hands. The spring breeze blew into the room from the open window, stroking the man's hair and stroking the thin face.
Qian Jin silently picked up the pen and drew the beautiful scene.
As everyone knows, what she painted is the prologue of their death.
This scene was recorded in a few strokes. Then, Qian Jin just stared at the man in a daze, forever.
I think I am learning painting for this person, and now I can finally use this painting technique to its fullest.
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