fairy wife

Although this painting must have a lot of problems if it is viewed by professionals, it is of average quality and is not a popular work.But for Qiuqiu, the meaning is completely different.

The room was empty, but there were a few scrolls on the shelf in the corner by the long window.

Qiuqiu put the drawing paper in her hand on it, and saw that there was a very old scroll beside it, which was shorter than ordinary scrolls.

"What is this?" Qiuqiu turned around and asked.

"You can tell by looking at it."

Qiuqiu carefully took down the old painting, pulled off the tether, and unfolded the painting.

The drawing paper has turned yellow, so it must have been left for many years.

What's even more strange is that there are still a few mildew spots on the drawing paper.

Qiuqiu didn't believe that Shi'er would be bad at keeping it. Even if he didn't care, the rest of Feng Jiu didn't have enough food.

"Where did you get that?"

"Why isn't it my own collection all the time?"

Qiuqiu tapped a musty point twice with her fingertips: "You don't seem to be such a careless person."

"You gave it to me."

"I?"

Qiuqiu suddenly became interested and unfolded the painting thoroughly.

The picture is a lake.Under the night, the lake looks silent and peaceful, and there is an old tree by the lake.

"That's where we found Fire."

Qiuqiu hummed.

She felt that the painting had a very strange feeling.

She couldn't describe this feeling, it was as if a finger had caught the strings in her heart and plucked it lightly.

The strings trembled, the whole person.Even the strands of hair were touched.

Qiuqiu touched her waist.

Moshuang's penholder has been rubbed countless times by the previous owner, and the smooth and round feeling cannot be achieved by a skilled craftsman.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, I'm just..." Qiuqiu took Moshuang out: "I suddenly remembered Moshuang."

Shi'er glanced at the painting, and then Mo Shuang: "This painting can't be painted by Mo Shuang, right? The person who painted it should be a senior from the Lishui Sword Sect, not Shang Zhenshang from our sect."

But if we talk about the age, it is really similar. The senior Fujia who painted the picture should be a contemporary of Shang Zhen.

"I can't tell. I just looked at this painting. I suddenly thought of Ink Shuang. Do you still remember the ink mist it threw out last time?"

If Qiuqiu had any evidence, there really wasn't.

She just has a feeling.

When she saw the ink color, she thought of Moshuang.

Qiuqiu jokingly said: "Maybe they had exchanged ideas at that time, and then the senior painter borrowed Moshuang."

She was really just joking, but Shi'er nodded after pondering for a moment: "It's possible. If you can find Senior Shang's handwriting or something. Maybe what you said is not just a guess."

The two had various guesses about the paintings and pens.

"I haven't fully understood the mystery of this painting until now." Shi'er said, "The more I ponder, the more mysterious it becomes."

Qiuqiu smiled and said, "I think it's quite simple, just a lake and an old tree."

Her state of mind is quite simple, and cannot be compared with Shi'er.So what you see is simple, what you see is what you see.It has reached the realm of Shi'er.It is probably the kind of view that mountains are not mountains, and water is not water.Doubtful about everything.When you really understand the Tao, you will see mountains as mountains and waters as water, and you will probably reach the legendary state of ascension.

Seeing her expression, Shi'er knew that she was wandering again.

Her little head is always full of all kinds of whimsical ideas, and many times he can guess what she is thinking, but at times like this, he can't guess what she is thinking.

Qiuqiu laughed after thinking about it.

"What are you laughing at?"

Qiuqiu didn't say anything.

She looked at Shi'er.

She looks at him now.There is no longer the strange sense of distance at the beginning.

At first, the man seemed too perfect.It's not like a real person at all.

But now she doesn't think so.

In her eyes, the image of the head in her heart became more and more rich and concrete.

Especially...after they have skin-to-skin relationship.

This person is flesh and blood, with emotions and emotions.

He is not a tall person standing on the clouds, nor is he a thin person standing in a painting.

"Come on, close your eyes."

Qiuqiu obediently closed her eyes.

Shi'er couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"It can be opened."

Qiuqiu thought that Shi'er asked her to close her eyes just to kiss, but when she opened her eyes, she realized that was not the case.

They are no longer where they used to be.

They stood by the lake, beside an old tree with whirling branches and leaves.

Huo'er was lying on Dabai's back, looking around with his eyes open.

They stand in the picture.

There are too many strange things encountered these days, and Qiuqiu doesn't feel too surprised.

"When Huo'er was still in the shell, it sank at the bottom of the lake. We don't know the origin of this space, where Huo'er's parents went, and who the original owner was. There are too few information and clues left here. , After searching for a long time, I only found a few clues."

"Don't worry, we don't lack time." Qiuqiu was always a bit inarticulate when comforting others.She felt that this was not good for her, and she couldn't express it with her heartfelt words: "Besides, it's not that important whether you know the origin or not. We have inherited the past, but for us, what matters is the present and the future."

"You're right." Shi'er asked, "By the way, where's Mo Shuang?"

"Here." Qiuqiu untied the pen and handed it to him.

Shi'er looked at the gray color on the tip of the pen, the ink had been soaked for too long, it seemed that it could not be washed off.

"If this painting was drawn by Moshuang, did this place already exist before the painting, and the pen and paper are just tools to connect the space, or... this space was painted at all?"

"That can't be called Ma Liang..."

"Ma Liang?"

Qiuqiu explained: "It is a fairy tale. It is said that it is a poor boy, because he is kind-hearted. The fairy gave him a magic brush. Everything drawn in the brush will become real. He painted waterwheels on the dry fields, and the water The car really creaked and rolled over the water..."

Qiuqiu looked at the ink cream in his hand.

Senior Shang has attained enlightenment.It doesn't matter to anyone what An actually looks like after ascension.Maybe turning stone into gold, turning nothing into something is an easy task for the ascending immortal.

But for Qiuqiu and the others, it was still unimaginable.

"I think this is a bit like the Seventh Peak." Qiuqiu turned her head and looked around.

Everything here seems to be static, including time, including wind, including water.They are self-contained, just like the seventh peak.It is another place independent of the world, and it is also separated from the axis of time.

"I think this is not the world created by the brush." ​​Qiuqiu said softly: "The reason why we have this association is because the scene in the painting is exactly the same as the scene by the lake. Now, if I take the seventh peak Draw the general situation, and then think of a way. When you touch the drawing paper, you can enter the seventh peak, so it cannot be said that the seventh peak was created by my brush."

Of course, this is just their conjecture.

Dabai jumped around the big tree, and Huo'er rode on a branch, and he didn't see him for a moment and didn't know how he climbed up.Moreover, the bark of the old tree is very rough at first glance, and he looks like he is not afraid of sticking his tender butt at all.See Qiuqiu look up at him.Huo'er cheerfully let go of his hands and slapped loudly, then jumped up.With the posture of a mangy dog ​​rushing at food, he pounced on Qiuqiu.

Before Qiuqiu reached out to catch the fat man, Shi'er took a step ahead.

With a wave of his hand, the sleeves of his robe rolled up, and he tossed the fire again and again. The fire turned its head downwards, and the onion fell into the lake with a plop.

"Look at you." Qiuqiu always felt that this was not good for Shi'er.Shouldn't one be concerned about one's own spiritual pet?Huo'er is the only dragon pet in the ordinary world.If someone else had such an awesome spiritual pet, he would have to coax him all the time.It is possible to wish to put it on the top of the head.

Of course, Huo'er would not be drowned, he quickly surfaced.The little slap carelessly wiped the water drops off his face, and grinned unwillingly at Shi'er.

Maybe Qiuqiu was worrying too much. These two have been getting along like this for more than a hundred years, and they have never seen Huoer run away from home because they can't stand the abuse.

Qiuqiu sat on the edge of the lake, Huo'er seemed to be floating on the water like a balloon, and his chubby hands and feet beat the water several times and swam towards Qiuqiu.

After being pinched a few times by Qiuqiu's reassurance, Huo'er swam away contentedly.

It seems very familiar to this place, and there is no strangeness at all.

Qiuqiu dipped a little water with the ink cream, and drew deep and thick ink marks on the palm of her hand.

Shi'er sat beside her: "Is it the same for Seventh Peak?"

"The seventh peak..." Qiuqiu thought for a while: "Some places are very similar, full of aura, and the time is different from the outside world. But the seventh peak is more lively than here, with sunshine, wind, and There are birds and insects singing in the waterfall, and there are even frogs jumping around in the pond under the waterfall. Compared with this place, it is simpler and quieter.”

After a while, Qiuqiu said, "It would be great if I could go and take a look with you. The Seventh Peak is so mysterious that it cannot be described in a few words."

"Well," Shi'er said softly, "My mother was also... the palm of the Seventh Peak."

"I used to think about what the Seventh Peak looks like? It would be great if I could see the places she used to hang around."

Qiuqiu held his hand.

This is a simple matter for others, but it becomes very difficult for Shi'er.

Maybe this wish will never come true.

"Then, I'll take a closer look for you next time."

Shi'er said seriously: "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome."

The two smiled at each other.

"How does it feel to practice these days?"

When the two were together, Qiuqiu always felt that time passed quickly, and before he knew it, a long time had passed. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

ps: My heart is very confused. .It rained suddenly today and the temperature dropped, it was freezing enough