Fairy strokes my top

Does your master come out at night? "Under the pattering rain, Yu Xuanji's knees were soaked, he raised his wet face and asked the person closest to him.

"No, the master usually won't step out of the room after taking a bath if there is nothing important to do." The disciple looked in the direction of the door and said hesitantly.

Yu Xuanji looked at the two shallow pits of mud prints protruding from his knees, and looked up through the pasted paper of the gate. There was no one walking through the dimly lit room.

It must have really stopped.

The rain was still falling on his head, but he didn't intend to continue kneeling here.

Smelling the fragrance of forsythia from side branches, he pushed the flowerpot in and opened the door with his other hand.

squeak-

The person inside the door seemed to be disturbed, and that person was squatting on the ground.Countless picture scrolls were scattered on the ground, and the scholarly and elegant characters in the belly of the picture scrolls were unreservedly displayed in the eyes of the man.

Sui Zhao was stunned for a moment, then closed the door behind him.

His eyes followed the man on the ground who stood up with the scroll in his arms, as if waiting for him to speak first, asking him what he was doing here.

However, Quan Chanbing, in his gaze, bent back again and picked up the roll of wild grass that he was lying upside down from Yu Xuanji's feet.

The cyan clothes fit his broad back loosely, and the hair on his forehead fell in front of his eyes. He blocked it with one end of the painting scroll. After a few seconds, Quan Chanbing finally took a small step back to a safe place. within range.

"It's so late, don't senior disciples need to do their homework?" Quan Chanbing said in a wooden voice, "Come to my side to sneak in."

Yu Xuanji bent down, looked at the two bundles of scrolls in his arms, and wanted to pull a few scrolls from his sleeve to help hold them.

It just so happened that there was a wooden barrel standing alone beside the iron sword at the door, he walked over, carried it and came over.

"It's not convenient to hold it in your hand. Put it in my bucket. Where are you going? I'll help you put these back in place together." Yu Xuanji said.

Quan Chanbing avoided it, and pointed to a large desk directly in front of him from a distance: "The drawing papers over there also need to be sorted out. If you are not busy, just pretend to come with me."

After hearing this, Yu Xuanji immediately followed the instructions and went there.

There are indeed a lot of paintings on the desk, large and small scales are scattered here and there, as if they have a personality, and some of them flew to the shoes between the two when he grabbed them.

Quan Chanbing seemed to be coming to help, Yu Xuanji hurriedly grabbed it and looked at it, then put it into the wooden barrel inside, and also picked up a few pens that were lying on the table with a crooked body.

It wasn't until everything was done and the table was almost cleaned up that Yu Xuanji looked up and saw three or two pens hanging upright on the pen holder in mid-air, and then remembered that he seemed to have done unnecessary things in his busy schedule.

Fortunately, there were only two or three of them, which were covered by the painting scrolls and sank to the bottom of the bucket. First arrange the painting scrolls, and then put the pens back, so as not to stain the paintings when they are drawn out.

So the two went one after the other, and Yu Xuanji followed around the study room and the guest room, returning some of the scrolls to their original places.

Yu Xuanji neatly folded up some scattered drawing papers in the wooden barrel, gathered them in his hands, put them together on the antiquities shelf, shrugged them, and then organized them in an orderly manner. Some of these random essays were completed. Some are half-finished, the paper is big or small, the ink is thick or light, the color is varied or uniform, and may be kept for mounting in the future, and some will just stay here forever to shed dust.

Yu Xuanji patted the top painting that had dried up, but he didn't care about these.

After completing the errands he invited at random, Yu Xuanji called faintly in the empty room: "Master?"

The house is far away, and the beams of the house hang even higher, which can be measured horizontally and immeasurably vertically. There are only a few cabinets left that are not filled, and the voices of people echo back sadly.

Apparently there is no Quan Chan Bing behind these tall cabinets.

Yu Xuanji put his fingers on the edge of the partition and slid from left to right, wiping away the raindrops that fell from the ends of his hair that accidentally fell on it.

If it wasn't in the main hall and the living room, then Yu Xuanji turned around and looked behind the two doors, there was a curtain of continuous raindrops.

Did Quan Chanbing go to the bedroom?

There is no umbrella in this room, so where Quan Chanbing can go, he can only go to the bedroom along the row of bamboo forests.

Yu Xuanji's hands were hanging down on both sides of his body. He didn't think for too long, and didn't do too much psychological construction, so he ran into the rain looking at the backs of the two little girls in front of him.

The two girls lowered their heads and shared a thin umbrella. Seeing his rampage, they blamed him: "Master is sleeping, where are you going?"

Yu Xuanji was also very polite, and he replied while running: "Please ask the girl to bring a basin of water and a dry towel. Your master needs it!"

The next time they met each other, Yu Xuanji rushed directly to the bedroom door.

The two maids looked at the direction where the master was resting, and watched Yu Xuanji's wet hem disappearing in the darkness, they didn't stay for long before leaving with their brows furrowed.

"Master!"

Yu Xuanji pushed the door open and called.

Inside the light gauze tent, the candles were burning, and Yu Xuanji watched as Quan Chanbing finished sorting out the last painting and turned around.

"Master, why did you collect all the paintings in the house and put them in the main hall today? Is there any interest?" Yu Xuanji's footsteps circled the door, "Master must not know that it's raining outside. Well, it’s a good thing the rain wasn’t heavy and didn’t come in, or we’d all get wet.”

Quan Chanbing nodded and walked in his direction.

"There are a few that I really like, so I took them out and put them in a bright place to have a look. I studied some ink and saw some damaged and missing characters, so I could easily mend them. Unexpectedly, I hid them under my clothes and hugged them. These two paintings are still wet from the rain." Yu Xuanji scanned the painting he was referring to, and the font was hairy on the place where the flowers were soaked by the rain.

"It's okay, tomorrow you grind it for me and I draw an exact copy for you."

"When the mountains were covered by heavy snow, the land paintings were drawn, but now the frozen soil is gone, how can it be reproduced, even the mood will not be exactly the same." Quan Chan smiled at him.

"It would be a pity if even a strand of hair is different." Yu Xuanji was a little dejected, "Then next year when the mountains will be covered by heavy snow, Master will take me to that place, and I will draw until Master is satisfied! "

The girl's hands and feet were very nimble, and it didn't take long for her to come in with a dry towel.

The girl first handed the towel to Quan Chanbing, then Yu Xuanji took the basin, and they backed out.

Normally, in his room, Yu Xuanji would have carried a basin to find a dry and cool place to wash his feet first, but now he is just holding a basin, occupying a piece of land by the door, standing there with wet feet. with.

On the other side, Quan Chanbing walked in the opposite direction to Yu Xuanji. By the window sill, he removed the outermost layer of thin shirt with one hand, and discarded it on the stand next to him. How to see the white collarbone, Quan Chan Bing folded a towel and wiped the wet part.

Then Yu Xuanji was caught off guard and immediately received the white cloth thrown by Quan Chanbing.

"Hurry up and clean your shoes too. Your shoes are soaked. Sit here. I'll ask them to find you a new pair of shoes after you take a shower." Quan Chanbing pointed to the place near the window.

"No need." He refused, just now the floor was soaked too much outside, not only the soles, but also soaked in the mud from knee to bottom, and it couldn't be cleaned for a while. "

"That's up to you."

Yu Xuanji watched Quan Chanbing walk around here in unlined clothes.

I thought to myself that this person is really kind-hearted and innocent. In this place, has Quan Chanbing forgotten how he humiliated him, forced him, pressed against him, and saw that he was dilapidated and strong.

His arrogant and cold voice flashed back in his mind. At that time, he kicked Quan Chanbing's spine, and the joints of the spine under his feet trembled. The twisted and dislocated voice told Yu Xuanji the extreme pain. Standing on the bed, condescending, there are endless things to say.

"Get up! Get up! Push me away!" Yu Xuanji stepped on his right shoulder with his right foot, "Being my master for the rest of my life, you have been unhappy for the rest of my life, and now I feel unhappy too." Yu Xuanji tapped him with his toes, "Come here, make me happy, or use other methods, for example, red lips?"

Yu Xuanji really didn't know what he was talking about, he said angrily: "It's really disgusting that you don't resist, but it doesn't make people so comfortable to write that you are disobedient with a straight face, you just Torture me." Yu Xuanji squatted down, his eyelids were flaming red, his words quenched the poisonous blood, he chewed away the bones of unwilling people, viciously peeling the skin and bones of the pious people.

"There are many people who hurt you, and I won't let you go! I'm just one of them, remember the good ones, and I tried my best to protect you, but..." Yu Xuanji's voice became hoarse, and his hands clasped On the squatting knees, "What about you! When I enter you, no matter how fascinated and emotional you are, you don't even want to call me by my name. Is it so difficult to say!"

Yu Xuanji seems to be thinking a lot in his head, and his state is even more violent: "Do you have to cry you, and stay with your body for a day and night, so that you are willing to think about what I said?" Yu Xuanji jokingly said His eyes scratched his right cheek: "You are willing to sell that noble smile of yours?!"

He heard the man between his legs respond in a low voice: "You also hurt me badly." He defended softly.

Yu Xuanji gave him a hard look, and raised a finger: "Master, you will always say that once."

Quan Chanbing buried half of her face in the soft pillow, and said in a soft voice, "That one time is enough."

At that time, he was very depressed, this person didn't take hard things, and the paintings in the room looked very obtrusive!

Doesn’t he love to draw? He loves to draw what’s there and what’s not. In the final analysis, he taught him these paintings, one by one, from jerky copying to independent writing, with one crutch, one stroke, one stroke and one stroke. , to one pair every day when he was most passionate, and his whole room was covered in a short time.

Yu Xuanji actually found it a little ridiculous.