Lin Shuiyao's courtyard and his are only a wall apart, some unexpectedly Lin Yi is that the layout of the courtyard in front of him is much simpler than his, the bare ground is only a stone table and four stone stools around, and a clear pool on the side, a green lotus in the pool with the wind slightly slanting, budding. In addition, there is nothing else.
Moreover, the place was excessively quiet, as if no one was staying in it.
Lin Yi's gaze swept, the corners of his mouth revealed a warm smile, led Ning Xue towards the middle of the lightly closed room. Then gently pushed open the hidden door of the room.
"Get out!"
Before he could step in, a voice so cold that it did not contain any emotional color came from inside, then it was quiet again, and no other sound came out.
Ning Xue's footsteps gave a beat, looked at her brother with a questioning gaze, and then was lightly pulled in by Wu Chen. Lin Yi's footsteps did not pause, as if he did not hear the cold sound.
The faint fragrance of the daughter came slowly, Lin Yi lightly inhaled a mouthful, his gaze lightly swept this young girl's boudoir, then looked at the woman in the room who was turning her back on them. She is a light blue dress, long skirt hanging down to cover the legs and jade feet, black bright gorgeous long hair casually draped over the fragrant shoulders, slender waist if the vegetation, slender body, tall figure is not less than Lin Yi.
Lin Yi could not help but secretly praise, worthy of being touted as one of the three great enchantresses of the Tianlong country, the back alone makes people swoon. And she is only 19 years old, but some such a figure, in no way seen among women. You should know that although Lin Yi looks a little thin, but the height ... using the memory of the unit to calculate, but also in more than 175 centimeters.
At this time, she laid a clean white paper scroll in front of her, plain hands lightly traced, heard footsteps, she did not turn back, but once again coldly repeated: "Get out!"
"How to say is also your brother, a year of life and death is not yet known, you as a sister not only do not go to meet, but instead, once you come to give an expulsion order. Hey, it really makes me as a brother gloomy ah." Lin Yi admired her warm jade-like, white and proud of the frost of a pair of slender catkins, and exposed snow-white pink half of the pink neck, very sorrowful said.
The woman's arm gave a beat and finally turned around. Lin Yi also finally see her true face, a time, he suddenly felt the world in front of him a lot brighter, the heart of the lake like a stone cast into, causing numerous ripples of fluctuations. Her facial features are exquisite, delicate eyebrows, body posture Yan thumb, beautiful eyes look between the temperament high Hua, attitude leisurely out of the dust, look like a fairy Lin Fan. A light blue dress, although slightly wide, but the chest is still high, so that Lin Yi's gaze could not help but linger on it for a moment.
But her face covered with frost, not thin anger, but invisibly released a kind of coldness that rejects people from a thousand miles away. Even when she saw her brother, who she thought was dead and hadn't seen for a whole year, her face still didn't look the least bit happy, but instead she lightly craved a slender brow. Because her boudoir has never been entered by a man, even her brother and father. And the brother who had just returned and was now standing in front of her brought her a sense of rustiness, as if he had been transformed.
"It's good to come back, go out."
She looked at Lin Yi and Ning Xue separately, withdrew her gaze, uttered a cold sentence, and then turned around again.
Even Ning Xue's white hair did not attract her eyes to stay, as if everything in the world could not bring up the ripples inside her.
Lin Yi shoulders a shrug ... are said sister is half mother, how this sister with an ice sculpture like, and still difficult to melt the kind?
He could not help but remember that before Long Yin had said with a bitter smile, even though he was the crown prince, Lin Shui Yao never took a proper look at him.
At this time, she is holding a brush lightly, with the dance of the brush, a majestic mountain peaks on the paper, each peak are drawn from the foot to the peak, from the bottom of the paper straight to the top, the cliff steep walls, long to fill the picture. This 19-year-old woman is already a master of her generation in terms of brushwork, inking, and style, and her peaks are so exquisite and majestic that one can look up at them as if one were in front of them.
Lin Yi can't help but secretly shake his head, although her brushwork is skillful, but lack of a spirit of movement, although the drawing is cool Xiao physical, but more than a few rigid. Perhaps most people in this world are like this, even this fairy-like sister is not exempt.
"Women often love to draw flowers and water, but few women love to draw mountains, the mountain's lonely and majestic atmosphere may not be suitable for you. And if you aspire to the green mountains and secluded world, you can go out and play in the mountains, why keep to your boudoir and put your love in the painting." Lin Yi said in a soft voice, and then shook his head and sighed: "Sister's painting skills are already exceptional, I believe that there are not many people in this world who can beat sister, but ... unfortunately, the mood of the painting is too poor."
Lin Shui Yao turned a deaf ear and continued the light strokes on her hand, but her eyebrows gently crapped.
Suddenly, a white shadow wavered in front of her eyes, a pair of soft hands had covered her right hand, she subconsciously drew back her hand, just about to cry out cold, but found that her brush had been pinched in Lin Yi's hand, and the table had somehow been re-layed with a piece of white paper, covering her unfinished painting.
"Painting the mountain is not to have the mountain peaks full of paper, standing on the ground and topping the sky, it is not even necessary to go for the full picture of the mountain."
As he spoke, his right hand had already started to swish rapidly, his gaze lowered, his face calm and faintly smiling, Lin Yi's expression drifted for a moment, not even coldly shouting out, but landing his gaze on top of the drawing paper.
His hands seem to be thinner and whiter than a woman's hands, at this time because of the speed of waving the brush too fast, shaking out a paper of white shadows, and a strange-shaped clouds also jumped on the paper, a dozen seconds is already a cloud of treacherous waves, the weather. Then his brush turned, above the sea of clouds, a few strokes, a few different heights of the peak hidden.
Lin Yi's eyes suddenly released a different color, he did not draw the foot and waist of the peak at all, just a faint outline of the hidden peak in the sea of clouds, but people can not help but imagine and marvel at the spectacular peak of the high out of the clouds, compared to the mountain peaks full of paper, simply draw the full picture of the lofty mountains, the difference in mood is really a world of difference.
And the whole painting, he only used a short less than a minute!
Lin Yi smiled faintly, put the brush back into the ink, and then put it back into Lin Shui Yao's hand, while his palm naturally stroked the back of her hand. Her hand was as delicate as snow and as warm as jade.