When Yun Ranran closed her eyes and rushed up, she actually didn't think about anything, she just wanted to escape from the window, and let [Cang Jin] stop briefly.
She didn't dare to use any force, took a bite, and quickly backed away, but someone grabbed the back of her head, pushed it slightly to the side, left this position, and pressed against his shoulder.
The man whispered: "Don't move."
She felt his stiffness, so she didn't move any more.
She didn't know how long she was bored like this, she raised her eyes secretly, and saw him lazily leaning against the wall, looking down at herself.
The moonlight fell lightly, illuminating his pupils, and she inexplicably felt that he was shy, but it was so light that she could hardly see clearly.
It's her delusion, how can a person like him have such emotions, he's always being teased to the point of going crazy, isn't he himself?
But his fleeting emotions inexplicably aroused her curiosity, and she couldn't help but want to explore one or two things.
She cautiously raised her head from his shoulders, and then slowly arched into his arms. When she finally got close to his neck, she tiptoed quietly, and when she raised her head, she was about to repeat the same trick, but her head was suddenly pinned down. His low voice: "Don't move."
She struggled a little, his fluffy hair tickled him, he wanted to laugh a little, he stretched out his hand and hugged her horizontally, looked into her panicked eyes, and jokingly said: "If you want to make trouble so much, go to bed."
She immediately became honest, retracted her hands and feet, and said in a low voice: "No."
He hugged him to sit down on the soft bed, and asked, "Are you good?"
She nodded.
His embrace is huge, she is very comfortable to nest in it, he holds her back with one hand, gently presses her head with the other, and presses her to his chest, he hugs her quietly like this, Did nothing else, and stopped talking.
She inexplicably felt that he was enjoying this moment, and she actually felt at ease. When he wasn't bullying her so badly, he was actually a very gentle person.
But she couldn't hug him anymore, Wuxuan came back, and she was anxious not to find her, so she had to interrupt this warm moment.
She coughed lightly, racked her brains for a long time, and said: "I have an appointment with Master Li at the street corner for a bust. I have to go to him to paint. Can I come to you after I finish the painting?"
He looked very calm, without any change in his expression, he just said, "I'll be with you."
so how...
Yun Ranran tried to find an excuse: "The master has a weird temper and doesn't like the presence of others. I finally got an appointment, so let me go by myself?"
[Cang Jin] After watching her for a long time, when she became more and more uneasy, he let her go: "I'll wait for you here, come back early."
Yun Ranran gave a guilty "um", ran to the corner, and simply put her clothes on over the gauze. When she was about to leave, the man stopped her.
"After the painting is finished, bring it to me to see."
Yun Ranran originally planned to say this casually, but didn't want to really paint at all, and I'm afraid there won't be enough time to really paint, but when he asked this way, she couldn't easily refuse, so she could only nod vaguely.
It doesn't matter, anyway, he will find an excuse later, just say that the painting was accidentally torn or not finished, and he doesn't know.
After thinking about it like this, he planned to leave, but he said slowly, "I am very suspicious, if I didn't bring it, I would think you were lying to me."
Although the voice was gentle, the threat was clear.
Yun Ranran was depressed, she knew she had to go to paint, and she could only see if she could find a chance later, she hurried out the door while suffering.
Dare not to turn back all the way, and dangerously knocked over a few food-delivering brothers, and then left the gate of the restaurant. After coming out, I was worried that [Cang Jin] upstairs would see it, so I made a big circle around it, and then ran away. Find Wuxuan.
Wuxuan was carrying two glasses of peach juice, and was looking for the place where she stayed just now, if he couldn't find it, this guy would start to figure it out, so she immediately ran out from the crowd and shouted: "Wuxuan."
When Fozi saw her, he was in a very good mood. He walked towards her slowly, and soon approached, reaching out and handing her the peach juice.
She took it casually, carefully glanced at the location of [Cang Jin]'s room, and pulled Wuxuan out of the visible range.
The peach juice exudes the aroma of honey and peaches when held in his hand, Wuxuan said: "Wait a long time, drink it."
Yun Ranran let out a "huh", then opened the cup and drank it "gulp", the peach juice was sweet and refreshing.
People on the street have already started running around with tiny fireworks sticks lit, and the sound of tiny fireworks exploding can be heard all the time.
Yun Ranran drank juice and followed Wuxuan, and he reached out to hold her hand again.
There were many young men and women around the side stalls, eagerly choosing something, Yun Ranran was curious, so she leaned over to have a look, and saw a small shop selling purses, selling all kinds of small purses on the shop, Embroidered with beautiful patterns.
A monk can't use this thing at all, but when placed together, the colorful ones feel extraordinarily beautiful.
The boss saw Yun Ranran staring at her, and then looked at the Buddha next to her. The Buddha's eyes were all on the little girl, so he understood, and said with a smile: "Little girl, do you want to ask your sweetheart to give you a hand?" buy one?"
Yun Ranran was startled, Tao Zhi'er hugged her tightly, blushed and said, "Ah, he's not...not..."
But Wuxuan pursed his lips and smiled, leaned over and asked her: "Since you're here, let's pick one."
Yun Ranran is always passionate about these gadgets. Although it is useless, sometimes what he does in life is not for usefulness, but for fun.
She really picked it up, the little purses were all cute, she picked one embroidered with delicate peach blossoms, it matched the peach juice she was holding, it was pink and white, it happened to be as big as her palm.
Wuxuan paid the silver.
The boss pointed to the colored paper he put beside him and said, "Buddha can write words for the **** the colored paper and put it in this purse, so that when the girl wears it on her body, it will feel like Buddha is by her side."
What the boss said was so ambiguous that Yun Ranran's ears felt hot when he heard it.
No wonder there are a bunch of young masters and ladies queuing up next to them. They were waiting to write. How could Wuxuan like such worldly things? took her hand.
Happy days are open to the public, the young couples queuing up in front are playing and fighting, while the young couples queuing up behind can't help hugging each other, and the pair behind them are already kissing each other.
In this ambiguous and eager autumn night, everything looks romantic and strong.
Wuxuan held her hand and stood quietly, she leaned against his side and quietly raised her eyes to look at him.
What is he thinking?
Just as she was thinking wildly, the two of them were already lined up.
There are brushes and ink in front of it, as well as cardboards of different colors. Yun Ranran picked out a pink one, a small piece.
Wuxuan stood in front of the cardboard, lowered his eyes and said nothing.
The boss smiled and said, "Don't you know what to write? What everyone writes is usually a blessing.
"[Carry the hand of the son and grow old with the son] [the love of my life] [never separate] these."
Yun Ranran thought to himself, Wuxuan definitely wouldn't be able to write these words, how could they write such words to such an extent.
Seeing that the two of them were silent, the boss said again: "How about you just write what you want to give her the most, whether it's a blessing or a gift."
Wuxuan was startled, smiled, and reached out to pick up the brush.
Yun Ranran looked at his handsome side face with a serious look, did he think of something? what will he write If it was a blessing or a gift, could it be a spell of purifying the mind? When she thought of the Purifying Curse, she trembled a little, she had a shadow on this thing.
Just as she was thinking wildly, Wuxuan had already started writing, he half bent down, supported his wide sleeve with one hand, picked up the pen with the other, and started writing quickly.
All in one go.
After finishing writing, he put the pen back down again.
Yun Ranran was very curious, what exactly did he want to give him, and eagerly leaned over to take a look, and as soon as he saw clearly, he was stunned.
I saw two bold words written on the pink cardboard.
【No Xuan】.
He wrote the word Wuxuan?
Yun Ranran is confused, what do you mean? Suddenly remembered what the boss said just now.
【What I want to give her the most...】
So what he wanted to give her the most was Wuxuan?
She was startled, met his deep gaze, and was momentarily speechless in surprise.
Wuxuan was calm and composed, took her hand, took the purse from her palm, carefully stuffed the card into it, and said with a smile: "I gave it to you, will you keep it well?"
Will it be fine, cherish Wuxuan?
Yun Ranran held her purse and was speechless for a long time. She could not understand Wuxuan's thoughts very well, but she could also sense his sincerity at the moment.
She held her purse tightly, and replied seriously: "Yes, I will cherish it."
Wuxuan laughed, took her by the hand and led her away from the too lingering team.
Yun Ranran put away her purse close to her body, drank the last sip of peach juice, and began to think about another terrible thing—painting.
She has to go back before [Cang Jin] runs out of patience, and she has to bring a self-portrait of herself, so she has been out for so long, so she has to find a way to go to the art shop.
She deliberately took Wuxuan to the invisible art shop of the Riverside Hotel, and soon found an art shop full of landscapes and portraits, surrounded by people in front of the shop.
The painter is a young scholar. He is sitting in the shop and writing calligraphy with a brush seriously.
Everyone is choosing the landscapes and couplets that have been painted, and throwing money into the pen holder in front of the scholar after the selection is made. The scholar does not look at it, just immersing himself in his own world.
Seeing her staring at it for a long time, Wuxuan asked, "Do you want to buy calligraphy and painting?"
Yun Ranran shook her head: "I think it's very interesting. The portraits he draws are very beautiful. I want this little brother to draw a bust of me."
Wuxuan said: "Okay, just paint."
Wuxuan was really gentle and considerate, so Yun Ranran walked up to the scholar and asked, "Can you draw a bust of me, sir?"
The scholar looked up at her, sized her up a bit, and said, "Of course."
Yun Ranran thought about the time and asked, "How long will it take?"
The scholar began to pack his pen and ink, put them in a small box, and said casually, "If you don't need to be very precise, it will take about two quarters of an hour."
Two quarters of an hour? Not much, Yun Ranran said: "Don't be fine, try to be as rough as possible, can it be compressed into a quarter of an hour?"
The scholar was slightly taken aback, and said, "Yes."
Yun Ranran was relieved now, and she didn't want Wuxuan to wait too long.
After the scholar put away his painting tools, he said with Yun Ranran: "It's too noisy here, it will distract me, and I can draw slowly. If the girl is in a hurry, can I invite the girl to go to the back with me?"
Yun Ranran followed his line of sight, and saw a partitioned area behind his small bench, surrounded by wooden boards on all sides, and covered with an oilcloth on top of his head, forming a small temporary space.
If this can make him faster, she naturally agrees.
The scholar looked at Wuxuan, then turned to Yun Ranran, and said apologetically, "I accompany the girl to paint in the back, and no one visits the shop. Can you ask your friend to take a look for me? My price has already been marked on On the wooden sign, everyone took their own money, so don’t worry about it, just look at it.”
Yun Ranran looked at Wuxuan.
Wuxuan smiled and agreed, only said: "Go, I will guard."
The scholar was relieved now, and motioned Yun Ranran to follow him.
The small area formed by the wooden boards is just behind the scholar's small bench. In fact, there is only a thin wooden board separating Wuxuan who is sitting there, and the distance is quite close.
The scholar walked in front and quickly walked to the side of the wooden board. He opened the wooden door and walked in.
Yun Ranran followed him into the room, and she was taken aback when she entered. It was very dark inside, with no lights on, and only a chair could be seen vaguely.
Then she heard the scholar put the basket of paint brushes on the ground, making a slight "poof".
Then there was no more sound.
This is not normal, she immediately activated her spirit vision, but there was still darkness in front of her eyes, and the scholar was nowhere to be seen.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she realized something was wrong. How could an ordinary scholar hide when her spirit vision was activated? And this black is so pure, it seems more like falling into some kind of enchantment.
She quietly condensed out the spirit sword, and just as the spirit sword was about to take shape, someone gently pressed her shoulder, and the spirit sword shattered with a "bang" in an instant.
Her pupils shrank, terrified.
Who could get so close to her without her noticing, and shatter her spirit sword without any effort.
She tried to break free, but found that her body could not move. She tried to gather spiritual power again, but the spiritual power was extremely obscure and difficult to mobilize.
This is too bad, even his spiritual power has been locked by him.
Just when she was in a panic and was about to call out "Wuxuan", the man suddenly spoke with a familiar smile.
"it's me."
She was startled, and remembered the voice, it was [Cang Jin], it was [Cang Jin] who was supposed to be waiting for her at the restaurant by the river, why is he here?
Could it be that he pretended to be a scholar? Impossible, Wuxuan was there just now, if the scholar has such a high level of cultivation, Wuxuan must have noticed it.
In the darkness, she couldn't see anything, not even her own palm. The man standing behind her should have leaned slightly beside her ear, and she could feel the slight air flow coming from there, which was extraordinarily hot.
His finger was still on her shoulder, as if guessing her doubts, he said softly: "The scholar was sent out of the wooden house by me, so he can't disturb us."
Yun Ranran thought, send out the wooden house, but Wuxuan did not come in, then Wuxuan must not know what happened inside, where did he send the scholar?
He chuckled softly: "Don't worry, live well."
Yun Ranran felt relieved, but when she thought about her situation, she tensed up again: "You should be in the restaurant by the river...how come..."
"You haven't come for a long time, and I'm not patient enough, so I came out to look for you." He paused, then smiled, "I think you will probably come to this shop, after all, this shop is more... um... hidden..."
Yun Ranran's heart skipped a beat.
But he said again: "After all, you are a shy little girl. When you draw, you definitely don't want others to see it. It's normal to choose one that is farther away."
Yun Ranran's heart was temporarily panicked and relaxed by him, and was in great pain.
"After I came, I asked the scholar. The scholar said that you haven't come yet. I wanted to give you a surprise, so I entered this room first and asked the scholar to bring you in anyway." He chuckled lightly. , "How, surprise?"
Yun Ranran was speechless, and said bitterly: "Surprise..."
After she finished speaking, she was startled suddenly. If he had come earlier, he must have heard that she was with Wuxuan. She tried her best to recall the time when she was with Wuxuan. Because she was worried about painting, it seemed that there was no particularly close relationship. Moreover, in order to flip through the calligraphy and paintings, she let go of the hands that were holding each other when she approached.
He shouldn't have seen anything, right?
Thinking of this, he heard him say slowly: "Do you mind if your friend waits outside?"
The voice is very peaceful, without the slightest anger, it doesn't seem to be tempting or angry.
Is that a pass? But I can't let go of the hanging heart, after all, this guy is usually bad...
As soon as the weight on the shoulders lightened in the darkness, he grabbed her hand and led her to the chair. In the tense and secretive space, only his slow and smiling voice was heard.
"I want to paint for you myself, do you agree?"
Can she say bad?
After entering the wooden house, the spirit vision and spiritual power were locked, and the body could not move, so he could only let him manipulate. Wuxuan was just outside the thin wooden board. If she disagreed, maybe he would lose his temper. Isn't it all screwed up?
She could only nod apprehensively, she only hoped that he would draw quickly, and not delay too long, and let Wuxuan find him...
The man took her by the hand and led her all the way to the chair, pressing her shoulders and beckoning her to sit down.
The chair had no back, just a small round wooden stool. She sat on it and had to straighten her back.
Then she heard a crackling sound, which should be the sound of turning the wooden basket, he was looking for a writing brush.
She couldn't see anything in the dark, and she was a little flustered, so she asked, "Why don't you light the lamp?"
The man chuckled: "No need, I can see."
But there's no need to paint in the dark, right? He could see it, but she couldn't. The darkness made her very uneasy, and when she was about to say that she should light a lamp, she heard his voice.
It's very close, right next to your ear.
"I'm afraid it's too bright, you're shy."
The voice appeared in her ears unexpectedly, and she spoke very slowly. She was startled at first, and then her heart beat involuntarily.
All right, he can do whatever he wants, as long as the painting is done quickly.
She is like walking a tightrope now, if she is not careful, she will fall into the abyss, as long as she gets out of this terrible scene quickly, she can do whatever she wants.
Now she didn't know whether she was facing him or her back was facing him, because she couldn't hear his footsteps at all, so she couldn't figure out his position, so she had to sit up straight in the position facing him.
Her palms were sweating because of tension, she clenched her fingers tightly, and the water vapor wet her fingertips.
Time passed bit by bit, there was no sound, only the sound of her own shallow breathing, and fine sweat broke out on her forehead, and her forehead hair was a little sweaty, and the tension gradually increased. Where is he? Have you started drawing yet? How long have you been painting?
The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became. These questions made her mind swell and ache, and she could hardly hold on. Just when she was on the verge of collapse, a hand put on her shoulder.
"Don't worry, it hasn't started yet."
Haven't started yet? She couldn't bear it all of a sudden, and her whole body softened, but when she was most relaxed, her right shoulder suddenly felt cold, and her skin suddenly came into contact with the air.
It was he who tore off her clothes, not too much, but only exposed the shoulder blade of her right shoulder.
Even so, when she thought of him right behind her, she still couldn't control herself, she stammered and asked, "You, what are you doing..."
The man smiled and said, "Painting."
With his fingertips on his shoulder blades, he said with a smile, "I want to draw my favorite picture here."
Yun Ranran shuddered involuntarily from the warm touch, and then realized what he meant, she, he, he actually wanted to draw on her shoulder?
This, this, this is not possible...
She was flustered and wanted to get up and leave the chair directly, but except for the slight movement of her arms, her legs, feet and body couldn't be controlled at all. It was he who imprisoned her actions, so she became anxious, and just about to ask him, suddenly her shoulder blades one ice.
Some soft hair tip lightly grazed her shoulder blades.
She was startled, and involuntarily let out a "woo".
The man's chuckle came from next to his ear, and he seemed very satisfied with this reaction.
More scratches fell on her shoulders, cold to the bone, and only a thin bunch, gently scratched across the skin, making her tremble uncontrollably, and the voice overflowing from her throat could no longer be hidden .
When the sound of "uh" came out again, she raised her hand to cover her tongue in embarrassment.
The man smiled very happily, he liked that she couldn't control herself in his palm, she was shy and overwhelmed, the more cornered she was, the cuter she was.
Yun Ranran desperately covered her mouth to prevent the voice from coming out, tears were already overflowing from her eyes because of the coldness and warmth.
Why is the brush so icy? If it wasn't so icy, she wouldn't be...
The man explained kindly while drawing seriously: "I used ice cubes to freeze it, I think you will like it."
Yun Ranran blushed and closed her eyes, she likes a ghost, this scary and hateful guy...
Taking advantage of the moment when he stopped dipping in the ink, she said with difficulty: "Hurry up, hurry up..."
The man smiled: "Okay, it's up to you, what an impatient kid."
The cold pen tip touched the skin again, and when Yun Ranran was about to cover her mouth, there was a "boom" in her ear, and some noisy sound suddenly opened the gate.
The noise, the sound of running, the sound of bargaining, and the sound of copper coins being thrown into the barrel all rushed into the ears in an instant.
It's... the sound on the Long Street... the sound outside the house...
Only then did she belatedly recall that ever since she entered this room, she had been in absolute silence. All this time, she had only her own voice. Because of being nervous and dealing with him, she hadn't been able to think carefully.
It is reasonable to be so close, you should be able to hear it, but you haven't heard it all the time, it's because [Cang Jin] blocked the sound of the outside world, and now you hear it again, is it because he opened the mask?
But why did he do this?
Immediately afterwards, her heart shook. If she could hear the outside, wouldn't the outside also be able to hear her voice? The seat she is sitting at now, shouldn't be coincidentally facing Wuxuan, right?
Just then, she heard the young girl's voice.
"Buddha, how do you sell these calligraphy and paintings?"
Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice was heard.
"It's written on the wooden sign, the girl can read it by herself."
The voice was too close, as if it was right next to her ear, she must be sitting opposite Wuxuan, only separated by a thin wooden board.
God, her heart had sunk in her stomach from embarrassment and fear.
The man whispered close to her ear: "Don't make a sound, or you will be heard by others, hold back."
She was about to burst into tears, and her emotions were pulled to the limit in an instant. She was panicking and helpless, but the cold tip of the pen fell on her shoulder again.
"Well…"
She hastily stretched out her hand to cover her tongue, but was horrified to find that her arm could not move.
Her pupils shrank, at this time? Can't move? Can't you cover it?
She was about to cry for a while, and she gritted her teeth tightly to stop the self-closing voice, but just this one used up all her self-control, and it was absolutely impossible to resist next time.
Oh what to do...
Wuxuan is on the opposite side, he must not be heard...
She was tormented almost insane by him.
Just when she was panicking and bewildered, the man said, "Do you want me to help you?"
She nodded shamefully with tears in her eyes.
Then she heard footsteps, and he seemed to have walked in front of her. After a while, a hand touched her waist and took an item away.
She didn't know what it was, and after a while, she heard him say: "Open your mouth."
She had no choice but to open it obediently, and then a soft cloth pouch was stuffed in, pressing against her tongue.
Soft, with a little thorn, like something embroidered with flower petals...
She was startled for a moment, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
She knew what it was, it was a purse from Wuxuan!
What she was biting was the purse from Wuxuan!
The man smiled and said: "This is much better, let's finish the next drawing."
Yun Ranran's mind went blank, and she was overwhelmed by countless emotions. The only thing she could feel was a stroke of cold outline.
The purse stuffed all her embarrassment and shame in her throat.
When I was in a daze, I only heard 【Cang Jin】smiling.
"Junior Sister, do you like this purse?"