Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2664 Bandits (11)

Looking at the portrait that should have been a painting of a beauty, the face of the woman looking back was blank.

No facial features.

Only the flying hair, and the sticking out white fingers.

Shallow, soft.

With a faint sad breath on his body.

Like weeping.

The dewdrops on the ground were crystal clear. I don't know if it was the dew or the tears she shed quietly.

She is crying.

do not know why.

Obviously she couldn't see her face, nor did she have any facial features, but one could feel it—she was sad.

Silent grief.

It seemed that she was crying because of something.

Quiet, even sad with depression.

Yun Si quietly looked at the woman on the wall painting, not moving for a long time.

In the eyes, there is inquiry.

There is more than one painting on the wall.

Look along the wall, and there.

The next one seems to be that woman.

The woman was wearing a gauze dress with cloudy clouds and shadows, light blue with clouds, quietly leaning against a thick and ancient tree.

The cloud-colored hair on the sideburns hangs down like a waterfall, and there are bright and colorful garlands on her head.

His hands were hanging down limply, with white handkerchiefs on his palms.

In the handkerchief, delicate dark red flowers are embroidered.

She was sitting on the grass full of flowers, the plants beside her were full of vitality, and she seemed to be asleep.

Quietly, leaning lightly.

No facial features.

That face was still blank.

The red in the white handkerchief is too bright, it is the most eye-catching color in this painting.

It is too eye-catching, but makes people want to explore more.

Explore its mysteries.

Going further back, it was still that woman.

The walls are covered with her paintings, traced stroke by stroke with incomparably warm and bright colors.

The environment is bright and the sun is warm.

In the next picture, she is running.

He came running with his skirt on, barefoot, flying toes, dazzlingly white.

Accompanied by her movements, the agile white dress dances like a flower elf.

She came with her skirt up, carrying a light yellow flower wreath in full bloom.

The sky behind him was extremely dark, like a vortex that could swallow everything, swallowing all the light.

Behind the dark, the moment her toes landed on the ground, it seemed that the sky was about to change color gradually.

The darkness dissipated, and the warm sun was about to break open.

Very beautiful painting.

It seems that there are many meanings to express.

Yun Si watched quietly, carefully, until a voice came from behind.

Faint, cloudy and uncertain voice.

"looks good?"

"..." She lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, "She is?"

"My wife."

The man's breath was slowly approaching, and he stood beside her.

Under the dark red sleeves, he slowly raised his hand, his cold and white hand, and gently placed it on the wall.

Caress the running woman in the painting, little by little.

With endless tenderness and tenderness.

I cherish it very much.

Yun Si turned to look at him, "You... madam?"

"You, are you married?"

The man's unfathomable eyes are quietly staring at the person in the painting.

Her lips were scarlet, her face was beautiful and pale, like a ghost king living in the dark, without any warmth at all.

Faintly, only when the line of sight touches the woman on the wall will there be a bit of tenderness.

Staring quietly, idiotically.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"..."

How can she accept this?
She pursed her lips, "Then why don't you draw her face? Afraid of being seen and coveted?"

The movement of the man stroking the painted wall paused slightly.

Then, a dull and cold gaze fell on her.

The tenderness in his eyes disappeared, and he looked at her calmly and strangely.

"You don't seem to understand your current situation."

(End of this chapter)