dragon pen

"—My girl immediately picked up the whole nest of chicks, regardless of persuasion, covered the carcasses of those birds with expensive handkerchiefs, and sent them to the servants who knew the business. He only saved his life, and was carefully raised again."

Su Tuanyuan was sitting on the fence, she lowered her eyes, she seemed to be the same nervous and shy little maid, only those eyes were full of inexplicable indifference.

"The girl named the bird Tuanyuan, and watched the bird grow from weak to healthy day by day, shed its fetal down, and grew gorgeous feathers, a red beak, and two special blushes on its face. It has grown up , learned to fly stumblingly, at first it just jumped forward clumsily, then it flapped its wings from the high window lattice and landed safely, and finally it was a short flight... But no matter how high or far the kingfisher flew, It never left her very far." Su Tuanyuan said, "When she was resting, it leaned on the side of her cheek; in the morning, it carefully kissed her cheek to wake her up; when she practiced her voice, the birdsong was her The best accompaniment... the little kingfisher doesn't know what it's doing, it only knows that it can't and shouldn't leave Miss Zihu."

"Miss Zihu is also inseparable from the reunion. No one talks to Miss Zihu on weekdays. They say she is cold, but these people are unwilling to save a frostbitten bird. Miss Zihu gave her a hand on the window sill." Tuanyuan made a small nest, and when she squatted inside, she could see the scenery outside. Miss Zihu knew that Tuanyuan’s favorite food was the candied lotus seeds from Yuji on the street corner. Fresh and sweet, Zihu girl doesn't like sweets, but every time she goes a long way to buy a small teacup and puts it in the teacup in the room. The icing on top…”

Su Tuanyuan suddenly paused at this point.

"Reunion almost thought that the days would be so peaceful forever."

She turned her head and glanced at the black-haired boy standing behind her: "Until three or four months ago, when the theater troupe toured the south and went to a remote town, I heard that there was an amazing painter in the town. Everything she paints can survive. Miss Zihu has never been interested in such rumors, but that day, when she practiced her voice by the river, and the kingfisher stood on the branch, the scene of one person and one bird singing in duet, accidentally called the painter I looked..."

Zhang Ziyao felt very guilty.

Although it wasn't him who did the bad things.

Now being stared at by such eyes, even if he wanted to run away with his head in his arms, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask knowingly: "What happens next?"

At this time, the bright red color of Su Tuanyuan's lower lip had receded, and the rich fragrance of ink around her had dissipated, and she became that unremarkable little girl again.

Su Tuanyuan raised the corners of her lips slightly mockingly: "It's like being locked in a painting, you should ask the adult on your waist."

Zhang Ziyao lowered his head and looked stupidly at the picture scroll on his waist. Zhu Jiuyin responded: "I want to arrest that cheap and blind artist, force him to take a mouthful of the elixir of immortality, and find a small dark room to lock him up." Get up, and finally...hehehe."

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhang Ziyao patted the scroll expressionlessly.

The picture scroll immediately lost its sound.