Chapter 13

Nangong Manwan, general manager of Qiudong Beauty Co., Ltd.

"I'm a rich man." Ye Buqiu looks at the ordinary business card in his hand, records the following number in his head, smiles at Nangong Manwan, and puts it in his pocket in front of her.

Nangong Manwan also asks for ye Buqiu's contact information. Without hesitation, ye Buqiu gives his new number to Nangong Manwan.

Because Nangong Manwan is in a hurry, so it's inconvenient to stay more. After saying goodbye to ye Buqiu and others, she leaves the game city in a hurry with a reluctant connection. Ye Buqiu four people see the sky is late, coupled with empty stomach, also did not continue to stay in the game city to play interest, also left the game city.

After they found a restaurant for dinner, Nan Luochen took his little girlfriend Ju nianqin to their world. Hu Yuan left one after another after receiving a call from a friend.

Ye Buqiu came out of the restaurant, looked around him and said with a bitter smile, "it seems that I'm alone. Well, in that case, let's go to the campus alone. "

The Pearl of September, at six or seven o'clock, is still a touch of red sky. The hot and dry air quietly receded, and became cool and fresh. More and more students came and went in the campus, including the elder and elder students who were huddled in the dormitory with air conditioning all day.

Looking at the men and women passing by, and feeling the strong atmosphere of learning and the breath of youth, ye Buqiu still has a little joy in his heart.

"It's good not to fight, not to be afraid."

The area of Mingzhu campus is twice or even several times that of ordinary first-class universities. After wandering around the campus aimlessly for nearly an hour, ye Buqiu still sees the novel scenery and buildings. It has to be said that Mingzhu university not only has first-class teaching, but also has exquisite and unique buildings. Among them, the famous buildings in Mingzhu city and even in China are Guanghui building and Xianghui hall.

Passing by Xiyuan, ye Buqiu stops and walks to Xiyuan when he sees the students reading, running or making love on the riverside of Xiyuan.

Behind Xiyuan is a back mountain, which is surrounded by the river. There is only one entrance for climbing. I just don't know why, there is a sign "no entry" on the entrance. Ye Buqiu took a look at the iron lock on the iron door, then looked up at the lush back mountain, squinting. He didn't know what he was thinking.

After seeing that no one was passing by, ye Buqiu lowered his head and fiddled with the iron lock. With a click, the iron lock was opened by Ye Buqiu. Open the iron gate, while there is no one around, ye Buqiu rushes in like a thief, and helps to lock the iron gate.

Ye Buqiu is not a thief. He doesn't want to challenge the rules set by the school. He just wants to go to the back mountain of Xiyuan to have a look.

Because he had just heard an ethereal song, which came from the back mountain. The singing is so weak that ye Buqiu can hardly hear it, but the singing is like a kind of water penetrating the human soul, full of emotion and very natural and fluent.

He was, so to speak, curious.

I wonder what kind of face is behind such a mysterious veil!

The back hill of Xiyuan is closed all the year round. Moss and weeds grow on the edge of the stone road which is not well cared for. Although the sound of birds from everywhere makes people close to nature, it seems a bit frightening on the dark road.

Ye Buqiu didn't shrink back. His pace quickened and he finally reached the top of the mountain.

At the top of the back mountain is a huge stone platform, surrounded by iron railings, and outside the iron railings are the branches and leaves climbing up. The back hill of Xiyuan is located in the most remote northwest direction of Mingzhu University. There are no tall buildings or towering hills around it, so that no one can see the scenery of the top of the back hill of Xiyuan.

The top of the hill behind Xiyuan is not unusual, which is not a scenery. But for ye Buqiu now, the peak of the back mountain is a beautiful and unattainable beauty.

On the huge stone platform at the top of the mountain, a girl in a snow-white skirt turns her back to ye Buqiu. In front of her is an easel with a sunset picture hanging on it. From the ink on the painting, it seems that the painting is almost finished.

Her clothes are like snowflakes, and her skin is white and flawless. Her hair is tied into numerous braids and scattered on her shoulders. It looks a little more pure and lovely. The back of her clothes is close to her with delicate and beautiful butterfly bones. She is as holy and serious as a fairy when she is nimble.

Since stepping on the top of Houshan mountain, ye Buqiu has smelled a touch of incense from a distance. Incense enters his nose, moistens his body and gives people a comfortable feeling. When ye Buqiu looks around, he only sees a piece of incense burning beside the girl in the white skirt. This kind of incense is very strange. The material should be the best choice, and the most important thing is that this kind of incense can make people calm down quickly.

A touch of incense.

Clothes are like snow.

Even ye Buqiu, who has seen a lot of beautiful women, is attracted by the girl's background, the girl's quiet temperament and the incense around her at this moment.

"If you look at it from a distance, it is as beautiful as the sun rising in the morning. If we observe it, we will see another wave Ye Buqiu suddenly thought of the verses in Luo Shen Fu. Although he still can't see the girl's true face, he believes that if he can have such a quiet posture and temperament, what's the difference in her appearance?

Ye Buqiu hesitated again and again, and finally walked lightly. The white skirt girl is still painting seriously. She doesn't seem to realize that there is a man behind her and she is painting wantonly on the drawing paper with a delicate brush.

Ye Buqiu's eyes fall on the painting paper, which depicts the scene in front of the white skirt girl. There are endless buildings, from far and near, from small to large. Under all kinds of buildings, there are people, cars, rivers and pavilions. All that can be seen by the naked eye, these are all in the painting. It's lifelike and vivid, even for those famous painters in China.

There are mountains on the paper. The ink of the mountains is very light, as if there is no general. But at first glance, I find that these mountains are the soul of the painting. These mountains don't really exist. It's obvious that the girl in white skirt imagined them out of thin air and played the role of finishing touch.

Painting is perfect.

There is movement and stillness, people and things, charm and nature. But when ye Buqiu appreciates this painting, he always feels that there is something missing. Ye Puqiu frowned and held his chin to think about it. He thought about it and looked around, but he still couldn't figure out why. He thought that such a perfect painting should have no time.

When his eyes fell on the white dress girl, he had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed excitedly.

White skirt girl heard the movement behind, startled, pretty eyebrows slightly wrinkled, smart eyes seem to be a little dissatisfied, when she turned around to see a face of excited ye Buqiu, cherry like mouth slightly open, want to scold a few words, but did not expect ye Buqiu ran to her side, a grab her hand brush.

The white skirt girl was a little annoyed and wanted to scold her, but she was stunned when her eyes fell on her painting.

The white skirt girl's original painting is about to be finished, but she always feels that her work is not perfect, and she can't think about it. In the end, she can only give up. However, when she saw that ye Buqiu suddenly added something to her works, she realized that there was a soul missing in her works.

Ye Buqiu adds a few strokes to her works, which are vague but just like finishing touch. Ye Buqiu added it. That's her back.

He integrated her into the landscape.

Poetry, the poet can be the soul. In the same way, a painting can be a soul.

At this moment, ye Buqiu added the author of the painting, not only adding some color to the painting, but also adding soul to the painting.

The white dress girl's perfect, delicate and pretty face was a little more surprised. She didn't expect that a man suddenly appeared behind her, or that this man robbed her paintbrush to paint on her works without authorization. What's more, she didn't expect that this man could brighten the whole painting with just a few strokes.

Ye Buqiu put the brush in the nearby pen holder and looked at his "work" with satisfaction. However, when he remembered that there was another person nearby, he turned his head quickly.

In the air, the four eyes are opposite, and the atmosphere is strange. Ye Buqiu's old face couldn't hang on, and he said awkwardly: "just now, I was so excited that I grabbed your brush and drew on your works without authorization. It's so reckless. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

With these words, ye Buqiu has a chance to look at the girl close at hand. The pink and white skin, the smart eyes, especially the manners give people a sense of calm and leisure.

Smelling the faint fragrance of the girl, ye Buqiu can't help blushing... Yes, this is a feeling that ye Buqiu has never had since he was young.

"Who are you?" White skirt girl did not blame ye Buqiu's recklessness, but calmly asked who he was.

The girl's voice is sweet and quiet, which is very nice.

"My name is ye Buqiu. I'm a student of Mingzhu University. I'm still a freshman." Ye Buqiu suppressed the strange feeling of youth in his heart. His face quickly recovered, and he said with a smile: "just when I heard the song at the foot of the mountain, I was curious to come up and have a look. As a result, I saw you painting... As a result, I couldn't help changing your painting without asking for your permission. Please forgive me."

"It's perfection, isn't it?" White skirt girl side head said.

Ye Buqiu smiles on the surface, but is relieved in his heart. If a beautiful woman blames him and yells for compensation, he really doesn't know what to do. His beauty master didn't teach him this kind of thing.

The white skirt girl looked at ye Buqiu, thought about it, wrote her name on the painting, then handed the pen to ye Buqiu, and said aloud, "I didn't finish the painting alone. At least half of your credit is due to you. You can sign on it."

Ye Buqiu looked at the girl in the white skirt and thought about it. She took the pen and wrote her name on it. The handwriting was flying and flowing. It was a bit of a taste.

Ye Buqiu's eyes moved to the name of the girl in the white skirt. Looking at the beautiful handwriting on it, he whispered: "Ji Yan'er, it's really a nice name

Ji Yan'er takes a look at ye Buqiu, and a trace of surprise flashes in her eyes.