I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

The two ink monsters were restricted, and the real dragon couldn't force them.

After saying hello to them, the real dragon stepped into the courtyard, ready to visit the owner of this place.

After politely knocking on the door three times, the real dragon called softly:

"Yan Guo Baitian, I have heard of Mr. Ming's name for a long time! I have a destiny today, and I come to pay a visit. I hope that Mr. will be kind enough to allow Zhou to fulfill his wish and meet him."

"..."

It was as quiet as if there was no one in the house.

After waiting for 3 minutes, there was no response. Zhenlong wanted to knock on the door, but he lifted it up and put it down again.

Even if he hates himself, he should give a response, or drive him away from this place, why is there no news at all?

Just when he was a little confused, the slightly opened window beside the bamboo house attracted the attention of the real dragon.

Or you can visit the house here.But peeping... is really the act of a villain. He thinks he is an upright gentleman, how can he do such vulgar things.

"..."

This is not rude, but Mr. Xinyou.

After finding the reason, Zhenlong walked slowly to the window, and looked into the house through the light.

But I saw a person sleeping on a mat, but the window was too small to see clearly, and I couldn't see more details.

"Are you resting? That's right. After all, it's just three quarters past noon, and you're full again. People are tired."

If you are resting, it is better to wait for yourself.

So, against the midday sun and the scorching sun, the real dragon stood at the window and waited quietly.

After a long while, the master didn't wake up, and the real dragon was not worried, he still stood outside the house, waiting for him to wake up.

At some point, he heard the sound of turning over and lying down inside. Zhenlong hurriedly looked up, but saw that Mr. turned over and was about to get up, and suddenly fell asleep against the inner wall.

Mr. seems to be sleeping well, which is nice.

After standing for another hour, there was another sound in the house.

This time, Mr. really woke up.

Zhenlong had already stood at the door obediently and quietly, and waited for another 5 minutes. Guessing that the husband had already woken up, Zhenlong knocked on the door again, calling out his prayers again.

After more than ten breaths, a word came slowly from the room.

"I don't know you, go back."

Although she got the words, but with her temperament, if she really didn't want to pay attention to it, she wouldn't say a word and would directly do it.

So, it's waiting for him to go on.

"Where does sir want me to go?"

"Wherever you came from, you will go back."

The real dragon smiled.

"I originally came from my husband's side. Since my husband asked me to go back, I can only go back to my husband's side."

"..."

There was no sound in the room, but the real dragon heard a sound similar to that of a tail hitting a bamboo.

The eyebrows are curved, and the corners of the eyes are smiling.Zhenlong knocked the door lightly, then slowly pushed the door, but did not push it open.

"..."

It seems to be a sliding door.

Ignoring the embarrassment of not being popular, the real dragon walked slowly into the house, and was finally able to meet her.

She was leaning over the desk with a pen in her hand, and saw him coming in, and there was no change. She neither put down the pen to look at him, nor did she stop drawing, as if what came in was just a cloud of air.

Without saying a word, Zhenlong was sitting next to the painter, offering her favorite preserved fruit snacks, taking the inkstone to grind ink for her, and quietly watching her paint.

The painter is still the same as she was in the painting, and time has not left a trace on her.

The real dragon is not what it used to be.He has grown up with the passage of time, and the unbridled happiness he used to have has been sealed in his memory due to the growth of age.

but……

The real dragon showed a smile and satisfaction on his face, and his fiery heart burst out with strong emotions.

"Sir, even if the time is exhausted and the days are long... I will return to you."

Back to 54 Now it's like it used to be

The pen moves, and the ink dyes the paper.

From the beginning to the turning point, splashing ink dripping.

In the end, the painter drew the work on the roll paper, and inscribed the four characters [Scale and Dragon Together] as the title of the painting.

"Sir, warm tea."

Bai Tian, ​​who was silently serving at the side, immediately served the prepared tea.

"how?"

After receiving the tea, the painter took a sip and asked a question seemingly unintentionally.

"Mr.'s paintings are naturally wonderful."

During the day, I looked at this [Scaled Dragon Mutual Aid Picture], it is a large lake, and there are many aquariums living in it. The scales are shaded by the dragon, so the dragon is the leader, and it is often accompanied by the dragon.

He also has a general idea of ​​the meaning contained in this painting.

"But it's okay."

But the painter didn't seem to be very satisfied with the painting.

But considering what, she didn't let it follow in the footsteps of those many predecessors, and didn't turn it into shredded paper fed to Ah Bite in the ink pool.

Putting down the cup, the painter picked up the pen, intending to put it into the pen holder.

But it seemed that the force of the throw was not up to the standard, and the pen hit the edge of the pen container with a slap, and fell on the desk.

"Sir, let's have some snacks. It's the signature of Biyuefang. It tastes pretty good."

Turning a blind eye during the day, he presented her with a gift package of snacks that he had prepared a long time ago.

"This……"

It's probably too much.

Looking at the dim sum box that was almost occupied by the case, the painter took a sip of tea to cover up the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth due to disappointment.

"Sir, eat sesame candy, it's very sweet."

"Sir, this is sweet-scented osmanthus cake with sweet-scented osmanthus honey in it."

"Sir, this is candied haws. Although it is not skewered, it is genuine. The hawthorns used to make it are freshly picked. The taste is slightly sour at first taste, but after chewing, it will return to sweetness. It is very delicious."

"gentlemen……"

Piece after piece of snacks were taken out and fed to the painter during the day.If the painter doesn't want to eat, he doesn't say much, but his eyebrows are slightly drooped, and his tail is lowered on the floor, swinging weakly; if the painter is willing to eat, he smiles from the corners of his eyes, raises his tail slightly, and taps the ground cheerfully. .

Too much, too much, almost too much to fit.

Looking at the half-opened snack box, even an artist who likes small snacks and sweets can't help but feel a little confused.

I don't know who I am, I don't know what I'm going to do, I just know I'm going to eat a lot.

She also thought about refusing, but how to refuse is a very serious problem.

If the face is pleasant, with the temper of the little ghost, it may make more progress, and it will only increase the intensity of feeding while responding.

But if she spoke coldly and looked at him with anger...she was a little reluctant.

There is no one who has just met again, neither reminiscing about the old days nor talking about the heart, but is angry.

"Sir, will you get tired of eating too much sugar? I brought some fruits, which one do you like, peaches or plums?"

The day waved out the window like a magic trick, and a peach and a small pile of plums flew in from outside.

"..."

I want to eat apricots.

Just as he was about to say the wish in his heart, another voice floated out the words first.

"Hiccup~"

The room suddenly became quiet, but the sound of the scales on the tail rubbing against the bamboo floor was as clear and loud as thunder.

The painter sat on the ground slumped as if dead.

It's over, after this kind of thing happened, her majesty has been as empty as a year's collection of chili sauce.

Woo~, for the reunion, all the atmosphere she worked so hard to create dissipated.

The idiot Axi would definitely laugh at her embarrassment.

If she had to start over this period of time again, she would definitely not eat so much food and drink several cups of tea.

"gentlemen……"

The sound of the day pulled the painter back from the chaos to reality.

The painter raised her eyes slightly, and she felt that it was like the winter solstice at this moment, and there was no warm place in the whole world.

Even though Zhenlong tried his best to pretend to be ignorant with a blank face, the tuned tail showed how happy he was in his heart.

"Sir, just now..."

It's about to be spoken out... it's about to be rejected... it's about to lose its majesty like a year.

The painter raised his hand, wanting to throw him out.As long as he's not here, I'm not ashamed.

But the hand was held, and he held it tightly.

"Sir, just now, it's really...cute."

The real dragon is about to die of his husband's dumbfounded appearance.

Obviously, for a while, he still looks like a personable and detached fairy, but he will also burp cutely like a little girl who is greedy for snacks.

And after that, he probably felt that he had lost face, so he put on a broken look.

Are you afraid that you will laugh at her?

But how could he laugh at her.

Holding her husband's hand during the day, she sincerely praised the advantages of her appearance just now.

"No... disrespectful person! Deng disciple! Huaxin carrot!"

Suddenly being said that, the painter felt her cheeks were hot, and an indescribable sense of panic rose in her heart, which made her not know how to face the day when she said this, so she had to talk nonsense, trying to fool the past.

"Ugh……"

Looking at the painter who was not choosing words, Bai Tian smiled helplessly.

He admits to being rude.It's really rude to grab her hand without my husband's consent.

But Deng Tuzi is a bit exaggerated, he just held hands, he didn't want to do anything more, how could he be called Deng Tuzi.

There are also Huaxin carrots and so on... He is so focused on his husband, how could he be Huaxin.

"gentlemen……"

Bai Tian didn't say much, but he was familiar with military books and knew that taking advantage of the victory to pursue the attack was the best strategy, so he skipped the table and wanted to sit with the painter.

But the painter, who was already flustered, wanted to get closer. When he saw him approaching offside, he wanted to back away.

But she forgot that she was sitting next to the desk, with both legs resting on the desk, and her back legs could not move but her body, so she instinctively pulled down her arms.

"gentlemen?"

During the day, I wanted to get closer to my husband.

But he didn't expect to be so close, so close that he only needs to touch her lightly to kiss her.

But... this is not what he wants... not what he wants now.