Chapter 2999

Wonton didn't write. After he got the pen and paper, his small face made a picture tightly.

Zhang Yuqi, Chen Qiaoqiao and Han Laogui didn't make a sound or stop wonton even though they were surprised. After so much experience, many seemingly unreasonable things happen in front of us, and there is no fuss.

"Not good-looking!" Noodles stared round all the time, and even tears rolled down a lot. Still I couldn't understand what my brother drew. Noodle wanted to grab his brother's pen and draw himself at the end of the more than 100 steps.

If you stand at the highest place and your brother climbs below, you will surpass him.

Mother said that when she surpasses her brother, she can fall in love. My mother fell in love with my father because she was tall enough. Falling in love is fun. My mother fell in love with my father and gave birth to herself. When you fall in love. Have another one, and then someone will chat with you.

"Finished!"

More than an hour later, wonton looked tired and finished drawing the picture. At the moment he put down his brush, he said in a weak voice. As soon as the body is soft, pour it back into Zhang Yuqi's arms.

Zhang Yuqi didn't panic. She hugged her son and put the palm of her right hand behind the wonton. At the same time, Chen Qiaoqiao quickly sealed the sleeping acupoints of noodles, hugged her and sat down.

Han Laogui stared at the picture, his face pale, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

A hundred steps, inclined upward. Between the clouds, the man lay on the 91st step.

The picture is very simple. There are no words, no names, and no special lines and symbols.

Use a black pen to simply outline the landform around the eagle soul tomb. In the sunken terrain with only a few hundred meters, wonton actually outlines the visual sense of tilting upward.

Zhang Yuqi and Chen Qiaoqiao have never entered the eagle soul tomb. Even nearby, the two women only passed by a few times. Han Laogui is right. The terrain of Eagle soul tomb is complex and surrounded by white fog all year round. In addition, a magic array is arranged at the entrance of the eagle soul tomb, which ordinary people can't enter at all.

At that time, Han Laogui was ordered to guard the eagle soul tomb and arrange a magic array. Later, after Han Fei grew up, he arranged the magic array again. Han Laogui thinks he is familiar with the eagle soul tomb. But the picture in front of me——

I don't know, I can't even understand.

Seeing wonton painting a strange place, Han Laogui was relieved at first. The child talks nonsense. He can draw whatever he wants.

However, when wonton finished the 100th step, Han Laogui's eyes fell on the first step.

Just look at it and find a familiar feeling. When staring at the second eye, Han Laogui's face changed, and then he was deeply trapped in it.

Wonton has never studied painting. It is the most suitable age to learn painting. Yancheng is turbulent and China is turbulent. Zhang Yuqi and Zhang are busy with all kinds of things. Where can they still have time to tutor wonton to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

When everything returns to normal. Wonton is obsessed with cultivation and has no interest in calligraphy and painting.

In Zhang Yuqi's memory, her son never painted. Even if you poke a branch on the ground, wonton won't draw. Zhang Yuqi was in a tense mood when she saw her son drawing. Not worried about the content of the painting, but worried about the humiliation of his son. It's brave of my son to choose painting.

It's all family. Shame is shame. So Zhang Yuqi let wonton paint seriously.

I don't understand!

Although Zhang Yuqi's painting is not outstanding, she knows how to appreciate it. When wonton drew the first stroke, Zhang Yuqi knew that her son had no talent for painting. The lines were in a mess, and the outline of the mountain was drawn for a quarter of an hour.

It took a quarter of an hour to draw a person and lie down in the blank.

Finally, draw the steps. Not from the first step, but from the place where the man lay prone. The crooked steps are like a mentally disordered patient, from 91 to 1, and then from 92 to 100.

Each step of wonton painting actually has only one horizontal line. At first sight, there seemed to be no difference in the horizontal lines like matchsticks. However, if you stare for a long time, you will find the difference of each horizontal line.

Zhang Yuqi's eyes fell on the second step, and the expression on her face gradually became rich and colorful.

That picture is very artistic!

From left to right, there are crooked horizontal lines. This step painting is really a failure. Even if you want to reflect the fragility of the steps and the lines can be concave, there should not be a large block on the far right.

But. When I looked at this step again, the painting style suddenly changed.

incorrect!

It's not the style of painting. To be exact, the artistic conception has changed. That step broke into countless black spots, which became heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, flowers, birds, insects and fish, fresh people, lively cities and simple towns.

The place where the steps began to write was winding like a roaring train. The clang of the tracks vibrated, and Zhang Yuqi's memory was forcibly pulled back to the train.

In the noisy green car, I sat with the man. The man was eating instant noodles. He looked cautious and greedy. In the distance, an old woman swayed and squeezed through the crowd and was approaching the man

Zhang Yuqi's eyes were blurred, and her breathing became rapid, but she didn't know it. Even, fine sweat slipped down her cheeks, and Zhang Yuqi didn't want to raise her hand to wipe it.

The train from Yancheng to Hangcheng was many years ago. If I hadn't taken the train, I wouldn't have met Han Fei. Nothing will happen later.

If I didn't meet Han Fei, I might finish college and find a school to become a teacher. When you are tired, tired. They fall in love, have children, and then live a boring life of firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.

If there were no Han Fei, he would not practice. In that case, the turbulent time in Yancheng. I may have become a body. The body swelled and smelled in the immersion of the flood, then collapsed, disappeared in the corner, or was eaten by unknown birds and animals.

The emergence of Han Fei has forcibly changed his life trajectory. Because Han Fei, he learned to practice. Because he swallowed Yangyan Dan, he still kept the look of his youth.

Where's Han Fei?

Zhang Yuqi suddenly became flustered. The kind of panic that gets lost in a dream and cries out alone in the fog, but can't find anything to rely on,

"Pengpeng -"

Is that a heartbeat or a running sound? Everything around quickly retreated back. I was already floating in the air. I could even hear the sound of vitality rubbing my clothes. However, the road ahead was long, extremely difficult and long.

Tired, tired. Exhausted, landed on the ground and turned running into walking. Finally, it turned into crawling, crawling towards the man lying on the ground.

So tired!

Chen Qiaoqiao's eyes were attracted by the third step. It was a small hotel. The runaway knocked on the door. Han Fei opened the door and ignored his beauty after seeing himself.

Chen Qiaoqiao, why are you so cheeky! It's not proper to enter a man's room late at night.

Chen Xiaohu appeared, and the smiling Jin entered the room, so. From that night on, I had a younger martial brother and a man in my heart.

He sold wonton and sold noodles himself. While he was away, Chen Xiaohu stole the money. At the beginning of the Lantern Festival, the cries by the river were mixed together, and the rising heat narrowed the distance between them.

Residual shadows and intermittent pictures are like dense raindrops. Chen Qiaoqiao wants to resist and doesn't want to think about the past. However, seeing Han Fei's face, Chen Qiaoqiao gave up all resistance.

I cried because I was jealous, because I cried separately, because Han Fei liked Zhang Yuqi and Bai Liyan, and Chen Qiaoqiao also cried. However, after his mother's unfortunate sacrifice, if there was no Han Fei, it would be difficult for him to solve that hatred in his life. Chen Xiaohu is so naughty. If Han Fei didn't help discipline him, he would certainly make trouble.

If Han Fei had not appeared in time, Chen Xiaohu and his father would have been afraid of the disaster in Yancheng——

Chen Qiaoqiao's eyes became obsessed, but there was helplessness in that obsession. Chen Qiaoqiao tried to look at other steps, but his neck was stiff and disobeyed.

No, not the neck. To be exact, it is an invisible pressure. Force yourself not to look up, but to run in confusion. But where should we go?

It was quiet around, the air solidified, and the cold wind swept through the picture, blowing and floating towards the direction of the eagle soul grave.

Han Laogui and Zhang Yuqi hold wonton while Chen Qiaoqiao floats up with sleeping noodles and follows closely.