Chapter 1147

Song Zhi didn't seem to respond to the three questions Jingrong asked just now.

One is forced.

Second, siblings.

Third, brothers.

The tone was helpless.

He didn't know what Jingrong had experienced?

But he knew that the past must be full of holes, enough to make a tough man like Jing Rong unable to cross it.

But what kind of story is it?

Confusion sprang up in his heart.

But it's hard to ask.

At the moment, the snow is getting heavier and heavier. With the cold wind, several grains are blown on his head, shoulders and clothes

He brushed it away and wrapped his sleeve.

I'm going to leave

But inadvertently looking in through the outside window, I just saw Ji Yunshu painting.

A pen in one hand.

Pinch the cuff with one hand. She leaned down slightly and looked down. The long hair that had not been pulled up slowly swept over her shoulder from behind and hung next to her arm. The wisps of green silk were blown up by the cold wind and jumped happily like a child wearing dancing shoes. At the same time, her fingertips holding the pen were also swinging slowly, and the fine brush was there

The paper faints out color bit by bit, bright and beautiful.

The portrait in the painting is slowly colored, more and more true!

Although the painting is still only a general outline and a few colors, the appearance of the woman in the painting can be seen as small and beautiful.

However, the one who looks better than the picture is the one who is drawing with a pen!

Ji Yunshu!

Song Zhi looked at her and became more and more distracted!

That man is really handsome. He is not only handsome, but also thin skinned and tender. Where is the appearance of a man? He is clearly a woman.

But Song Zhi's head can't turn and his temperament is very rigid.

When he saw Ji Yunshu dressed in men's clothes, he decided that he was a man. Although he looked like a woman, he just looked like a woman.

There is no doubt that she is a woman.

However——

After staring at Ji Yunshu for so long, his heart beat faster.

This feeling has never been before.

He touched his chest and tried to press down his beating heart.

But the more it is, the faster it jumps.

It's possible to jump out of your mouth at any time.

It's horrible!

I thought, is it... I'm sick?

He was immediately startled.

Although he is not afraid of death, he is afraid of illness.

Especially those who are half dead.

First, suffer and second, burn money.

He is so poor that he can't afford to see a doctor.

The more I think about it, the more I feel terrible.

He quickly took back his eyes on Ji Yunshu.

In case you're tortured to death by that feeling.

Take a breath.

"What's the matter with me?" He whispered.

Because it was quiet around, he just stood at the window.

So the little noise still startled Ji Yunshu who was painting inside.

With a pause in her hand, her fine brush immediately left the paper.

Hearing the sound, I saw Song Zhi standing outside, pressing his chest with one hand, lowering his head and muttering something.

"Son song? What are you?"

"Er!" As soon as Song Zhi looked up, he met Ji Yunshu's delicate eyes.

The gradually recovered heart beat violently again.

As if he was about to jump out of his mouth again.

Ji Yunshu screwed off his eyebrows.

A little worried.

"Young master song? What's the matter with you?"

"I'm fine."

"But you don't look like you're okay."

"I'm... really fine." Song Zhi lowered his head, but his cheeks were red. He didn't know whether it was shy or frozen. He said, "I'm here to send you porridge."

"Porridge?"

"But it's cold. If you want to drink, I'll bring you something hot." Song Zhi hurriedly picked up the two bowls of porridge put aside by Jing Rong.

Cool!

No heat at all.

Some are even frozen!

Ji Yunshu said, "no, I'm not hungry."

"You've been painting for so long, you'd better have a rest."

"Nothing."

"Mr. Jing is right. Mr. Ji, you can really forget yourself when you draw."

"Oh? Is that what he said about me?"

Song Zhi said, "that's not true, but... It probably means that."

Ji Yunshu smiled and looked out. How could she remember that Jing Rong was still there before, but she disappeared at the meeting.

He asked, "by the way, where is Jingrong?"

Song Zhi pointed in a direction and said, "he's gone."

"Oh!"

"Well... I won't bother you anymore. You can continue to draw. If you're hungry, call me anytime and I'll cook porridge for you."

Ji Yunshu saw him standing at the window with two cold bowls. The picture was very funny, and he quickly refused, "it's really not necessary. It's so cold outside. Go and have a rest, childe song."

"OK, I'll go."

Song Zhi bowed to her inexplicably.

He left.

Ji Yunshu was slow.

How does it feel that Song Zhi is different from before?

But it was different, and he couldn't think of it.

Simply——

Shake your head.

only!

Also began to continue painting.

In two days, she had probably found out the face of the dead.

There is basically no difference.

After all, she drew many portraits of the face outline of the dead, kneaded many bone blocks with clay, and then came together in a group.

As long as there is no accident, wait for her to finish the color, and then adjust it slowly. She can come out tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

……

the second day.

Duke of Pingyang.

Today, Gong Zuxiang and his son Gong Shilin came to visit in person.

Also brought a lot of gifts.

To put it bluntly, I came to talk about my son's marriage.

I also plan to let two young people meet today.

A face in the snow inside the carriage.

Gong Shilin sat on his father's side, silent.

Only the sound of the wheels of the carriage rolling over the snow outside could be heard.

It's like a piece of paper is torn.

The cold wind blew in from the outside and lifted the curtain.

Gong Shilin hugged his arm, pursed his lips, and looked at his silent father for a while.

about to speak , but saying nothing.

Then——

Summon up the courage to say, "Dad, in fact, you don't have to worry so much."

Huh?

Gong left a frown.

"What?"

"I mean, don't worry about today."

"How can you not worry?"

"What happened with Manjusri..."

Gong Zuxiang interrupted him. "I know it's a little fast, but since you like her and our two families are family friends, we can't delay it. When you arrive at the Duke's house in Pingyang later, you should pay attention to yourself and don't lose your manners."

Irrefutable.

Gong Shilin never likes to explain.

Therefore, I can only say a few words.

But he was unhappy.

It felt as if someone was stirring in his heart.

Do you really love Li Wenshu?

Is it really acceptable?

But what if you don't love?

What if you don't accept it?

The fate of him and Li Wenshu was doomed long ago. Not a "no" word can choose.