I have a secret in my left eye

Chapter 42 Another example, you and him

Only this time, she learned to be smart and no longer acted by herself, but woke up Mr. Wang and guided him to save herself.

With the help of Mr. Wang, it is natural for Mrs. Wang not to intervene any more.

It's just that most of the time, the way she looks at herself is a little different.

Not only that, maybe I made a mistake in this shot, or Mrs. Wang talked about something with Mr. Wang.

Since then, Mr. Wang didn't come to see him very much, and he seemed to have noticed something was wrong, so he asked his servants to vacate a room and put himself here.

Sometimes, Qing He still feels a little ironic when thinking about it.

As an ancient painting that has existed for thousands of years, she naturally also knows the story of Ye Gong's love for dragons.

In the story, Mr. Ye loves dragons very much. He "hooks to think of dragons, chisels to describe dragons, and carves inscriptions on rooms to describe dragons"

After hearing about his deeds, the real dragon in the sky felt pity for him when he saw that he loved him so much. He came down to the mortal world and wanted to meet this man, so it "peeped the head in the box and showed the tail in the hall".

Unexpectedly, after Ye Gong saw it, he "abandoned it and left, lost its soul, and the five colors have no owner".

In the end, only the sentence "Ye Gong is not a good dragon, but a good husband is like a dragon and not a dragon" was left in later generations.

Qinghe felt that Mr. Wang's approach was similar to that of Mr. Ye.

Before he met her, he was full of emotion to himself every day, looking forward to the real existence of himself as the person in the painting, but when this day came, they didn't need to see her for real. Kill yourself in the cradle.

Are people really such an extremely complex and contradictory species?Forgive her for being just a painting, you can't guess, and you can't figure out their thoughts.

But even so, Qinghe didn't have any other ideas, she was still doing what she had done in the past, and used part of her strength to help maintain Mr. Wang's body functions.

Although it cannot be completely cured, it is not useless.

Of course, she is not a fool.Why do they all treat themselves like this, but they still want to help them?
Qing He thought, some things should not be measured.Whatever she wants to do, she can do it as soon as she wants, and she will not regret it. Even if someone comes to judge, she doesn't feel that she should explain anything.

In this way, she stayed here until Xu Deng appeared.

After Qing He finished talking about the past, she couldn't help raising her eyes to look at Xu Deng.

Meeting her today and being seriously injured seems to be destined. If she had chosen not to intervene, maybe what happened today would not have happened. She can still be quiet and be a precious picture. Works that have been handed down from thousands of years ago.

However, no if.

"You don't know, do you really like Mr. Wang?" Xu Deng couldn't help asking.Otherwise, she really doesn't understand how Qing He, who has gone through so much, would pay so much for an insignificant master.

As an ancient painting, does she understand exactly what she wants in her heart?

Qing He smiled lightly, and there was a trace of indifference in her soft voice.

"Little girl, not all feelings in this world can be explained by love."

"Some people, when we meet, it's fate. For example, Mr. Wang and I."

"Another example, you and him."

"However. I don't think it's that simple between you, is it?"

What's the meaning?Xu Deng cursed in his heart, and looked at Qinghe, only to see that her eyes were already looking into the distance, and she didn't know where she was looking.

As for Cang Lan beside him, after hearing the words, he just lowered his head in thought, as if he was thinking about something, and didn't make a sound.

Xu Deng had already gotten used to his current appearance, so he stopped hesitating and interrupted Qing He: "Haven't you ever thought about going out again?"

Qing He looked at her, smiled softly, showing a bit of beauty for no reason.

"I've become like this now, so why go out? It takes some time to recuperate. As for him, a mortal's lifespan is short. Accompany him through this journey, and I will also start the next period of my life."

After Qing He finished speaking, her face was a bit confused.Xu Deng knew that it was a kind of confusion about the whereabouts of the younger generation.

After understanding the past, Xu Deng felt a little relieved.

Now that the ins and outs are clear, there is no need to stay here any longer, and immediately let Cang Lan release Qing He and step out of the world in the painting.

It was only when Xu Deng came out that she noticed that the appearance of this painting was somewhat different. Some of the lotus leaves in the lotus pond seemed to have lost their brilliance, as plain as if they were painted with ordinary paint.

Perhaps because Qinghe was seriously injured, the world in the painting that she has been staying in has also had an impact.

Xu Deng suddenly felt a little guilty. If he hadn't come this time, maybe she wouldn't have been injured, so it seemed that he was a little bit of a disservice.

Just as she was thinking, when she lowered her head, Xu Deng felt a trace of gaze resting on her body. She raised her head sharply, and met the woman in the painting with a faint smile hanging on her lips, as if there was nothing there.

The woman's eyes were also very vivid, as if she was looking at Xu Deng.But it didn't make Xu Deng feel strange, it seemed like she was saying goodbye to herself.

Back in the lobby, Mrs. Wang had been waiting for a long time. When she saw Xu Deng, she hurriedly focused her eyes on Xu Deng and asked, "How is it? Comrade, do you see anything? My husband's illness is Isn't it really about that painting?"

Xu Deng met her eyes, opened his mouth, and swallowed the answer that came to his mouth.

After carefully looking at the person in front of him, Xu Deng's heart moved, and he said slowly, "Ma'am, I can't see your husband's problem. However, I want to tell you something about this painting."

Madam gave her a strange look, stabilized her emotions, and said from her heart: "Comrade, tell me, I can bear it."

Xu Deng saw that her posture was funny, and persuaded: "You don't have to be so nervous."

"Mrs. Wang, I wonder if you know the story of Bole and Maxima?"

"In the stories we are familiar with, the Chollima is different from the ordinary horse because it is appreciated by Bole. Otherwise, although it has something special, it can only be lost to everyone."

"On weekdays, all we know is Bole's appreciation for Maxima."

"But if Maxima has more human thoughts or other abilities one day."

"Could it be that one day, when Bole is in trouble, he also wants to use his own strength to help Bole?"

After Xu Deng asked this question, Mrs. Wang frequently looked sideways. After seeing the calm and calm posture on Xu Deng's body, she could only calm down and explore this question carefully.

(End of this chapter)