My master is not good

Chapter 33 The Man in the Painting
Turning her head to look at Di Yanyi, and Di Yanyi also turned her head when she was looking at him, still smiling, Cheng Xinyan frowned and turned her head annoyed, apart from the fact that this guy mentioned his fiancée just now, Sometimes his expression is a little cold, but other times he always has that smiling look, as if he is afraid that others will not know that he is a kind and good person. Is he a poor and happy type? ...

He didn't think too much, because the old man An in front of him had already stopped, supporting the big tree with one hand, panting heavily, and then he stood still, carefully put down the burden in his hand, with a pious look.

I saw that he untied the bag and took out a long, unknown thing wrapped in a gray cloth about thirty centimeters in length. An Yaoxun slowly and carefully peeled off the piece of ashes. When the cloth, the gray cloth is uncovered, a black carved wooden faucet first appears, and further down, there is a piece of slightly yellow corners. Wrapped, there are two carved black wood, one with two dragon heads carved at both ends, and the other, which looks like a fox's tail, but when you look closely, it is not as fluffy as a fox's tail, it is in the shape of a straight line and long sweep .

Cheng Xinyan squinted her eyes, just wanting to know what it was. She glanced at the two black woods, and felt that the two dragon heads were carved very vividly, and there was also a tail. The dragon tail shouldn't be like this, but it looks The engraving is not bad, but the appearance of the faucet looks very familiar, but for a while, I can't remember where I saw it before, and I didn't pay much attention. I stared at old man An, hoping that he would stop dawdling. She moved slowly. I wanted to go down and help him.

Similarly, Di Yanyi saw it too. He blinked his eyes, turned his head slightly, and slowly glanced at the dark forest beside him, thoughtfully.

Old man An lowered his head, behaved like that thing, with a pious and respectful appearance, hung the rope on the hanging scroll on a branch, and then slowly pulled down the painting on the hanging scroll. There was a person in the painting, A purple gauze coat floats with the wind, one of the feet is slightly tilted, and the arms are slightly opened. There are clouds in the background, and the sky can be seen. The fair skin, coupled with the smiling face, is truly worldly. The rare appearance, the flying posture, noble, elegant, and a little mischievous, the depth of the painting is lifelike, and there is an inscription on the side of the painting: "Qiaoxiao and sweet flying, the purple yarn lingers like a dream" , if the skin is thick and fat, it can be broken by blowing, only for the sky and not for the world. '………………

Cheng Xinyan looked at the person in the painting in surprise, and didn't know what to say for a moment, she raised her hand to touch her face, the grown-up appearance of this body is no different than the one in the painting, right?So, who is the person in this painting?What does it have to do with the original body of this body?
Di Yanyi didn't change his face, but his heart was already turbulent. He had already guessed at the first sight of the scroll, but he couldn't help being excited when he saw the painting. How many years has it been? , How many years have you not seen that innocent and pure smile?It was so long that he almost forgot it in the depths of his heart. He subconsciously tightened his arms around the woman's waist, and a sense of fear of having lost it hit the tip of his heart, making him sting The pain is unbearable.

Mixed with pain and regret, I can no longer maintain that smiling posture.

Cheng Xinyan focused on the painting and didn't notice the expression of the man next to her. She was awakened instantly by the pain from her waist. She turned her head and looked at the man suspiciously. She said softly, "Don't hug me." It’s so tight, I won’t fall, I’ll cry out in pain like this, and the old man will find out.”

Di Yanyi regained consciousness, loosened her arms, lightly rubbed Cheng Xinyan's waist, frowned and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I won't let you get hurt again."

Cheng Xinyan: "..."~~What did this guy say?He patted his big palm gently rubbing her waist, indicating that he was fine, and told him not to move around. This, is he taking the opportunity to eat her tofu?
The white-eyed man turned his head away. In front of him, old man An had completely pulled down the painting scroll, and was stepping back step by step with his head bowed. After more than three meters, he suddenly knelt down, kowtowed three times, and said:
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