I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

"Long time no see, Xi."

"Ah, it really is you, Mr. Miaobi, don't come here without any problems."

Being called that, the memories in Bai Zhou's mind emerged, and the identity of the person in front of him was called out by him.

"Miaobi... sir?"

There was a strange look in the painter's eyes.

Little ghost...how did he know her?

"Sir, this is the teacher who taught me how to read, Mr. Miaobi."

Seeing an acquaintance, Bai Zhou immediately introduced him to the painter on his body.

"Teach you how to read?"

The painter looked at Bai Tian, ​​and then at that annoying guy.

"It's just that this little guy has a lot of wisdom. I got acquainted with his father again, and I took a pair of rare calligraphy from his father, so I took the time to teach him. Fortunately, it is still a piece of jade, and I didn't waste my time for nothing. "

"but……"

The other party looked over.

"Can you explain why he is here with you, my sister, Xiyou."

"Tsk."

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"It turned out that you saved him. No wonder... this time, you did the right thing."

After listening to Xi's brief story of "saving people", the wonderful pen praised her once in a while.

"You don't need to say that."

Xi stared at Miaobi in distaste, obviously feeling awkward with her admiring attitude of "old girl is awesome".

Miao Bi didn't refute, she walked slowly to Bai Tian's side, looked at him a few times, and then patted his head lightly.

"Why is the horn broken?"

Ok?

Xi could not help but widen her eyes.

Just ask?

"Ah, I made a big mistake before, the corner was broken by my second uncle."

Bai Zhou felt the broken left corner embarrassingly.

Uncle?What kind of second uncle would be so cruel to his nephew?

Xi also saw surprise in Miaobi's eyes.

She doesn't know either.That's right, it's just the kid's family business after all.

"Your father..."

"Father got sick and passed away. Now the second uncle is in charge of the house. He said that he will give me the head of the house after I reach the crown."

Miaobi frowned, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed.

It's another struggle for power among mortals.

So, was the kid kicked out by his second uncle?However, being abandoned by his relatives...why can he still laugh?

The painter didn't want to take care of this kind of thing, and she thought she couldn't do it either.

"Well, if you follow Eleven, although you have to endure her bad temper, it's still a safe choice."

Miaobi's words made the artist couldn't help but want to draw his sword and cut her.Obviously the little ghost gets along with her very easily, but she wants to say that, as if she has a bad temper.

"Well! Mr. is very kind to me!"

"Mister not only saved me, but also taught me how to draw. Mr. also taught me many principles..."

Seeing Miaobi mentioning the painter, Bai Tian's expression instantly became extraordinarily energetic, and even his tone of voice became cheerful, with a small mouth "beeping" non-stop, and all the words he spit out were good words that praised the painter.

"...?"

Miaobi looked strangely at her sister who was praised for being so excellent.

How well a painter paints himself knows better than the day.She could understand every word Bai Tian said, but why couldn't she see the characteristics described by the painter at all?

This self-willed, autistic, inexplicably arrogant guy... is really as gentle, caring, and kind as he said?

Oh~!

Your ears are red, Xi.

"Cough. Time to go."

The painter coughed lightly, then turned and left first.

Let the kid go on like this, and this will become black history.If you are asked to attend a party in the future, this guy will definitely say it as a joke.

"Oh. Mr. Miaobi, there will be a time later."

"There will be a period later."

Seeing that the painter had already left, Bai Tian hurriedly asked Miaobi to resign, and then ran to the painter quickly.

"This is really..."

Miaobi looked at Xiang Xi with a deep joy in his eyes.

but……

Is it really okay for these two people to walk together?

"Sir, you and Mr. Miaobi are relatives. Mr. Miaobi didn't mention relatives when he taught me how to read."

"Sir, why don't you talk to Mr. Miaobi more? If you haven't seen your relatives for a long time, why don't you talk more?"

"Sir, do you and Mr. Miaobi have any other relatives?"

"Sir... woo... Don't hit me, sir, I know I was wrong!"

"Where did you go wrong?"

The painter held the pen and stared at the white day crouching with his head in his arms.

This brat kept saying "Mr. Miaobi this" and "Mr. Miaobi's that" with his mouth shut. He liked the one who wrote so much, so why didn't he follow the one who wrote it?Anyway, I know each other, so I don't have to be afraid of being tricked away and thrown into the river, why bother to follow her and endure her bad temper.

"me……"

Seeing the stuttering appearance of Bai Tian, ​​the painter raised his pen.

The brat didn't know what to say to appease her, and was thinking of an excuse.

"I shouldn't have..."

"What shouldn't?"

Push it in a little more so he can't speak, and then...

"I shouldn't waste your time, let you take me to listen to books. Sir, hit me!"

"..."

Did you get off topic?

It seems that the guy's status in his heart is not low.

For some reason, the painter suddenly lost interest in collecting pictures, and just wanted to go back and paint a few paintings to vent his depression.

"gone."

"Ah, sir, how do you go this way? That's the way back."

"Tired."

"Oh."

"Sir, what do you want for lunch?"

"...don't eat."

"That can't be done, you have to... well... even if you hit me, you have to eat lunch."

"If you are so tired that you faint, I really don't know what to do, sir, just listen to me and have lunch."

"Tsk..."

"Sir, why are you walking back again?"

"Go collect the wind."

"what……"

"Ah what? Come on."

"Oh! Wait for me, sir!"

Go back to the Nine Silver Scale River, the Mojiang River with snow

"Sir, this is the lower reaches of the Silverscale River. I heard that there is a beautiful waterfall in the upper reaches of the river. Do you want to go there and have a look?"

Bai Lian pointed to the silver line in front of him, and Bai Lian asked the painter beside him who was looking at the scenery here.

Fall?

The painter has seen many waterfalls.

Among them, it is as magnificent as the white waterfall falling from the sky, half competing with the Milky Way;

The waterfall here...

She glanced at the daylight.

"Speaking of which, I've never seen a waterfall when I'm this big. Sir, what does the waterfall look like? Is it beautiful?"

Those eyes were full of expectation.

"Go and see for yourself, and you will know."

If the waterfall here is just a little taller flowing water without any good intentions, she will throw this kid into the painting to let him see what a real waterfall is.

"Yes! Sir, let's go quickly!"

The upstream is neither far nor near, and after walking for about a stick of incense, the painter saw the silver waterfall from afar.

From far to near, it is: the void falls into the spring, and the thunder rushes into the river without stopping.

From top to bottom, Fang Nai: The present and the past are as long as Bai Lianfei, and a boundary breaks through the green mountains.

"Paper, pen."

As soon as the painter spoke, a pen and paper and inkstone were placed in front of him, and he stood by during the day, quietly and expectantly waiting for the painter to write.

A few strokes outline like a cloud brocade, and a little ink draws the feelings in my heart.

The pen in his hand is so interesting that even the painter himself can't stop it.

It is done in one go, flowing like clouds and flowing water.

When the last stroke was drawn, the painter Fang slowly let out a breath.

"Sir, your paintings are so beautiful!"

The little devil's praise came from beside him, but the artist didn't respond to him.

It's not that you don't want to, it's that you can't.

The painter raised his hand, pressed his hair, barely stood still with his size, and gasped for a few times under the doubtful gaze of the daytime, only then did the painter feel that his body had become conscious.

"Sir, are you tired? Sit down and rest for a while."

Bai Tian's worried voice sounded, and the artist shook his head lightly.

"It's just too serious, and it's just a momentary loss of strength after a sudden slack."

The little ghost is so thin and can walk all the way with the bamboo box on his back, how could she fall down just because she drew a picture.