Xu Huanxi thought, and later found that he was still in Chu Rushi's arms, "you let me go, how long do you want to hold me? You want to be a monk and do it yourself, but I'm not going to be a nun."

Chu such as timely release, and did not prepare too much, in case of bottom rebound, angry how to do.

Xu Huanxi turns his back to Chu Rushi, jumps down the two steps in front of him and leads Chu Rushi to the lobby of the main room.

Although the decoration around is desolate and empty, leaving only some old tables and chairs, we can still see the full details, whether it is the painting on the wall or the carving on the tables and chairs. X

as if thinking of something, Xu Huanxi took out a pile of old paper from a gap under a table.

It was a long picture, which was finally torn up by her anger.

She quietly stroked, some emotion, "did not expect these things are still, no wonder I did not throw it away, in fact, I do not want to throw it away."

Chu Rushi opened one of the pieces, like a mechanism, which instantly aroused his memory, "Red Mansion"

Xu Huanxi's body, unwilling to follow the sour and astringent rush to her internal organs, did not expect that Chu Rushi still remember, just looked at a small corner, and thought of the painting Red Mansion.

For Chu ruse, this painting must have been engraved in his mind, just like the person who made this painting in his mind, he never forgot for a moment.

It's beautiful.

Xu Huanxi suddenly felt a little cold, and even her body shivered.

However, Chu didn't notice that his eyes were all on those pieces of paper, like falling into the memories at that time.

He recognized the red chamber at a glance.

Because, when he went to Florida more than half a month ago, he saw Xu Huanxi's hand written flowery characters. At that moment, those dusty memories of teenagers were opened by him.

He not only remembered the flowery script of the heroes in the world, but also the magnificent picture of Red Mansions.

He could be sure that the flowery script was definitely written by Xu Huanxi, but he could only say that he had guessed and did not confirm the painting.

Now, Xu Huanxi from the bottom of the table in the crevice out of these were angry torn paper.

He probably knew that not even that red chamber was written by Xu Huanxi.

He gazed at the yellow, worn-out and torn paper, and his heart was filled with feelings

it was because of the bold spirit in the flowery script that he admired, and he was moved by the flowery posture.

Later, because of the red chamber, he admired the painter's talent and mind.

However, I never thought it was because of you!

Joy.

Chu Ru Si turns to see to Xu Huan Xi, the wind and clouds surge in the eyes, hide behind, all is the deep feeling of scorching hot hand.

Xu Huanxi lowered her head and put together the pieces in her hand. This is the picture she wanted to draw after she gave the red chamber to Qu huazi.

But I don't know whether it's because of mood, inspiration, or her anger. The worse the painting is, the more sad she is. X

in the end, she tore it off in anger and hid it in the crack of the table.

Once you hide it, you have been hiding it for more than ten years.

Now, she just wanted to put it together, and she wanted to see how Chu responded.

He'd better be smart and ask, you painted the red chamber.

no matter how hard it is, can you paint the red chamber too.

of course, if Chu Rushi dares to ask you, is this the red chamber imitating the flower posture,

she will insert the dagger into his heart with her backhand!

She asked, as usual, "don't you think it's strange to see this picture of Red Mansions?" div

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