Chapter 1477

Pan Xiangan looked at Su Hezhi and was stunned. Then he replied, "where is he? He has the reputation of painting saint."

"Painting saint?"

Duanmuya looked at her eyebrows and moved, "that's a high praise. Young master Su's painting should be much higher than I said?"

"I guess everyone is shouting."

Pan Xiangan took back his sight and said, "our hometown is not big, and the news is closed. Although there are many talents, it is a small place in the end. Small places are the standard thing, which is never credible."

Duanmu yawang shrugged, noncommittal, but looked at him thoughtfully and said, "Mr. Pan, I think Mr. Su treats you really well and cares about your brother very much. His method of painting this time is really good and attentive."

Pan Xiangan moved his eyelids, pursed his lips, pondered for a long time, and then reluctantly opened his mouth: "he really cares about my second brother."

"They have a good relationship?"

"Well." at least much better than him.

Pan Xiangan thought so and added: "according to zi'an's meaning, he and Su Hezhi can be regarded as heroes and cherish each other. His second brother worships Su Hezhi very much."

"Heroes cherish each other?"

Duanmu yawang was carrying tea to drink. When he heard the speech, he couldn't help laughing. "Your second brother classified himself as a hero. He didn't have a face or skin."

Pan Xiangan listened, but he was not angry. Instead, he smiled. "The second brother is really skinny sometimes."

Then he thought of something and sighed, "unfortunately, his body has been bad since he was a child, and there are few opportunities to play well. After he contracted a strange disease a few years ago, he even dared not go out and meet people."

Duanmu Ya looked stunned.

Pan Xiangan sobbed: "Gongyu, I believe in the word that heaven is jealous of talents. However, my second brother is too young. No matter how smart he is, God is jealous, he will give him a time. He is really too young to suffer such torture..."

Duanmu yawang was depressed and didn't know what to say.

He didn't know how to comfort. Suddenly, Su Hezhi's voice appeared in her mind. He said, "Gongyu, please change the topic. The more you say, the more sad he will be. This topic can't be touched."

Su Hezhi is talking to her heart.

Duanmu yawang glanced at Su Hezhi, but saw him write and raise his head. He solemnly nodded with her. Duanmu yawang smiled and said, "young master Su, you really care about young master pan."

Su he lowered his eyes and said faintly, "it's my cousin."

Duanmuya looked at the corners of her mouth, shrugged and said, "yes, but I think Mr. Pan seems to have been hostile to you?"

"... there's a little misunderstanding between us," Su Hezhi obviously didn't intend to say too much and said solemnly: "Gongyu, please change the topic."

People don't want to say that Duanmu yawang is not good either. He nods and gives a word: "good."

After that, she patted pan Xiangan on the shoulder, transferred the topic without trace and said: "Mr. Pan, do you remember what we did in Donggong mountain, that is, I found the Lingshi..."

Duanmu yawang and pan Xiangan talked about Donggong mountain. They talked about how Duanmu yawang knew where there was a spirit stone, and how she judged the level of the spirit stone.

Duanmu yawang shocked everyone when he found the spirit stone. Duanmu yawang took the initiative to talk about it. Pan Xiangan was naturally very interested and his attention was immediately diverted.

So Duanmu yawang talked about her original life in Jiuyou mountain from some things in Donggong mountain. Of course, she just said how she lived in Jiuyou mountain and what happened in Jiuyou mountain. She didn't say specifically.

However, it was difficult to survive in Jiuyou mountain. Duanmu yawang was eloquent and talked about things with ups and downs and dangers. So he chatted for almost an hour.

They talked happily. Finally, Su Hezhi finished painting and said, "Gongyu, please have a look."

"OK."

At the end of their conversation, pan Xiangan heard Su Hezhi's words, and his relaxed expression suddenly became nervous. He put down his cup with a thump, stood up and walked towards the desk.

Duanmuya saw that he was so anxious, so she had to put down her cup and follow him.

"Well drawn!"

Pan Xiangan looked at it and immediately cheered out. He raised his eyes to greet Duanmu Ya and said, "Gongyu, my second brother is what this painting looks like. It looks like there is no deviation."

"OK, let me see."

Duanmu yawang walked over and took a look at Su Hezhi's paintings.

A scene is drawn on the painting.

The scene is a bed, a teenager. The teenager is lying on a rather luxurious bed, his face is dry, his skin is like withered grass, and there is almost no nutrition.

Most importantly, the teenager's stomach bulges high.

The young man at the moment is struggling with his chest in pain. His face is distorted because of pain.

If Duanmu yawang didn't know it was a teenager, he thought it was a pregnant girl on the verge of death!

It is no exaggeration to say that Su Hezhi's painting is really good, and it is particularly meticulous. It uses dyes of various colors to truly depict the situation of the youth.

Duanmuya looked and felt that she was standing by the boy's bed.

After Duanmu yawang came over and stared at the picture carefully, pan Xiangan dared not go out. He stared at Duanmu yawang nervously and waited for her to say a word.

Duanmu yawang saw the portrait. His first idea was that it was well painted. His second idea was to say to the little white deer, "it really looks like the queen."

"Yes."

The little white deer looked at the boy in the painting and shivered, "but he is a boy. Now he looks like a pregnant woman. It's really torture for him."

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang's face was dignified. "Moreover, according to pan Xiangan, pan Zian has been ill for several years, that is to say, his situation has lasted for several years."

"Hiss!"

The little white deer took a breath and couldn't bear it. "It's too painful. How strong his will is that he can endure so many years."

"Yes."

Moreover, Duanmu yawang noticed that although the boy had pain on his face, he still had patience and firmness, and the fundus of his eyes was not all gray and dull.

Ordinary people, tortured by such humiliating diseases, may have been tempted to commit suicide for a long time.

The little white deer is always soft hearted. He stares at duanmuya and asks, "master, what can you do? He looks really pathetic."

"Not yet."

When Duanmu yawang said this, he also looked up at Pan Xiangan and said, "Mr. Pan, I'm sorry. I look at your brother's disease, but I don't have a clue at all. I want to go back and think about it, read some materials and see if I can think of a way?"