Shin's painter

The two had met once in a brothel, and they both came to pay for their husband's drinks.The girl from the Lian family is calm, elegant, such an outstanding lady, but she is married to a rough man who only knows how to fight and kill!

What a pity!

In this world, there are many marriages that one cannot help oneself, and there are also many marriages that cannot be dreamed of.But Cheng Youmei chose another path, unable to choose the life that suits her best.

She is smart, but also cowardly.

Shen Xiaozhi is outside the pavilion, and a magnolia flower blooms quietly beside her, decorating the tender courtyard with a few reds.

Revisiting the old place has a lot of emotions, time has passed and things have changed.Along the way, she has long since lost the feeling of the past. The man beside her seems familiar, yet strange.

Gao You was inside the pavilion, but she was standing outside the pavilion alone.

From a distance, she saw her little aunt Cheng Youmei coming with a fruit plate.

There is a rockery on the small road, Shen Xiaozhi is a little bit out of his mind, and he doesn't want to accompany Gao You to recall the past, so he wants to say goodbye to his aunt.As soon as I arrived at the rockery, I heard a woman say: "If a guest comes, leave me alone!"

Cheng Youmei replied: "How old are you, and you still act like a baby every day, are you ashamed?"

The woman smiled, leaned closer, licked Cheng Youmei's red lips, and said shamelessly, "This is so embarrassing!" Cheng Youmei said angrily, "My niece and guests are still here, why are you—" Mouth?

The woman asked cheekily, "Is it because no one just follows me?"

Cheng Youmei gave her an annoyed look, and stepped out of the rockery.Outside the pavilion, I saw my niece bid her farewell with a pale face.

After leaving Cheng's mansion, Shen Xiaozhi's legs gave way and she almost fell to the ground. She supported the wall with her backhand and leaned limply.

The scene just now... the intimacy between the aunt and a woman...the two of them are clearly...they thought that the thing that a woman loves a woman is very far away from him, but suddenly it happened right in front of him, right next to him.

In her heart, her aunt was a proud, cold and beautiful woman, how could she accept the love of another woman?

There are so many excellent men for her to choose from, why would she choose a woman to accompany her for the rest of her life?

She couldn't figure it out, and didn't understand it.

The impact of that scene made her mind dizzy, blank, her throat was dry, and her lips were faintly hot.The remaining warmth left by the woman burned her heart like coal fire.

Chapter 39

At the end of a secluded alley, there is a small bookstore without a signboard.

Pushing open the door and entering, there is a faint fragrance of paper, and books are everywhere, and most of them are old books.The master leaned against the window and read with the warm sun seeping in.

There were guests, but he didn't care, and continued to swim between the lines.

Seeing this, the guest could only cough twice as a reminder.

"Cough cough!"

Hearing the sound, Xu Youmo raised his eyebrows, looked up, and said in surprise: "What kind of wind brought you here?" He closed the book, stood up to meet his friend.

Shen Xiaozhi put her index finger between her lips, motioning him to be silent, strode to the window and closed the curtain, turned around to the desk, and wrote: Someone is following me.

Xu Youmo asked with his eyes: Who?

Shen Xiaozhi shook her head, expressing that she didn't know.

Recently, I always feel that there are a lot of abnormal eyes around me. She is a painter, and her observation skills are excellent.How can those sights hiding in the dark be ignored.

Shen Xiaozhi picked up the pen again: The two bamboo tubes I entrusted to you?

Xu Youmo thought for a while, stepped on the bench, and took out two bamboo tubes from the top of the bookshelf for her.A lot of dust accumulated on the specially treated and dried bamboo tube.

This is a priceless treasure left to her by her mother.

It's fine to just put it in a corner, but it's still covered with dust.

Shen Xiaozhi gave him an angry look, and Xu Youmo said silently: The best way to hide is not to hide, the safest place is where everyone can see it.

Seeing that the wax was not damaged, she snorted dissatisfiedly.

She wrote again: Buy me a stick of incense time.As soon as she finished writing, she took off her belt and outer shirt with her little hand... the movement was done in one breath, without any hesitation.

The long-time friend panicked, covered his eyes with his hands, and turned his face away.

Regardless of his friend's panic, Shen Xiaozhi threw the clothes to him.He deliberately raised his voice and said, "Ah, I'm so hungry. Youmo, you don't even have anything to eat. I'll go out and bring you some delicious food."

Unable to understand Master Shen's intentions, Xu Youmo grabbed the clothes with his backhand and asked angrily: What kind of trouble are you going to take off your clothes as soon as you come?Could it be that it is really lonely in the deep boudoir, even if I don't let it go?

Shen Xiaozhi's pen was crooked, both angry and funny.

She swiped her pen and said: Stop talking nonsense.The soft sedan will arrive in a while, hurry up and go out for me with my clothes, to distract those people's attention.

Xu Youmo looked disgusted: You let me wear women's clothes? !

Shen Xiaozhi rolled her eyes and gave him two choices: Do you want to change it yourself, or should I change it for you?

This shameless woman.

Xu Youmo let out a heavy breath, took off his outer shirt resignedly, put on this pink skirt that didn't suit him, and exuded a beauty.

Shen Xiaozhi has been busy mixing paints and didn't bother to pay attention to his awkwardness. She threw the money bag to him and buried herself in her own business.

After unpacking the sealant, a cowhide painting was poured out from the bamboo tube. Shen Xiaozhi carefully uncovered this mysterious picture that had been passed down for thousands of years.

This cowhide painting is a relic of A Niang.

Rumor has it that it was an artifact of a great witch in the creation era of ancient times. It has been carefully collected and handed down by countless generations for thousands of years, and its value is inestimable.