Chapter 92

The buttons of Shen ruochu's cheongsam are matched with red agate, which is different from the old-fashioned coil buttons. The red agate buttons and the red and green threads on the cheongsam are embroidered with rich flowers. This cheongsam is bought for Shen ruochu.

It's custom-made in Rongji. Every piece is embroidered one stitch at a time. Even the sewing machine is useless. It's time-consuming and labor-consuming. That's the expensive expense of this dress.

Originally worn on Shen ruochu, Shen ruochu is exquisitely shaped.

It's very good-looking. Li Xing likes Shen ruochu wearing a qipao very much. When Lin Rui brings his clothes, Li Xing is very happy, especially looking forward to Shen ruochu wearing it for him.

Today, he put it on and fulfilled his wish. However, he always felt that these red agate buttons were an eyesore, but he couldn't tear them. It was a small matter to tear his clothes.

This is my mother's western style building. Shen ruochu has no clothes to change. His only reason makes Li Xing's face so tight. Shen ruochu suddenly wakes up, pulls Li Xing and stares straight: "Li Xing, what do you want?"

"I ran away with you, of course!" This also uses to ask, the firm execution smiles, on the good-looking handsome face, that share smile has kind of dandy's feeling quite, under the lamplight, more and more charming.

Then he put his arms around Shen ruochu's waist and was about to take Shen ruochu to jump down from the window on the second floor. Shen ruochu just poked his head and took a look at the two-story western style building. There was a lawn downstairs, which was very empty.

Shen Ruochuan shivered with fright and immediately pushed away his execution and retreated.

"Li Xing, if you want to jump, I won't stop you, but I, I tell you, I won't jump!" Shen ruochu didn't want to shout to Li Xing. It's a two-story western style building, and there's another piece of open space under it.

If she falls down like this, if she doesn't die, she'll have to break half her leg. She won't go crazy with Li Xing. Li Xing doesn't kill her. She's still afraid of death.

“…” Li Xing can't help but roll his eyes. Is it because husband and wife are birds in the same forest, and they are in great difficulty to fly separately?

Immediately, he pulled Shen ruochu forward and said patiently, "Chuer, you have to believe that young commander, I won't let you have anything to do. What's more, I don't want you to have an accident."

He would not hurt Shen ruochu by jumping down the two-story building with Shen ruochu in his arms. He still has a little confidence.

"Who knows, a fool believes you." Shen ruochu hooked the corner of his mouth and glared at Li Xing. She believed that she was a fool. Even if Li Xing was lying under such a tall building.

It's not necessarily unhurt. What's more, she came up with Li Xing to find calligraphy and paintings for the governor's wife. So she ran with Li Xing. What would the governor's wife think of her?

She is not as bold as she is.

“…” This is not even the basic trust, Li Xing felt particularly helpless, estimated that Shen ruochu had no good impression on him.

Without waiting to speak harshly, a servant knocked on the door: "young commander, Miss Shen, did you find your painting?"

"No, we're talking about some classic works. Let's look for them." It's not red face and heart beating to panic.

The servant outside didn't dare to push the door to come in. He only agreed: "yes, young commander, I'm going to tell my wife."

Shen ruochu glanced at Li Xing. She was surprised that he could read some books.

Shen ruochu realized that the buckle of the cheongsam had been untied. He hurriedly opened his back and quickly buttoned up the collar. He thought that he and Li Xing had just been in the study, and his face turned red to his ears.

Li Xing walks up to Shen ruochu and reaches for Shen ruochu again. Shen ruochu pushes him away: "Li Xing, don't be ridiculous. Let's find Gu Kaizhi's painting."

If you don't find Hua'er and go downstairs, I'm afraid the governor's wife will come up and shout. That's really humiliating.

Li Xing looks at Shen ruochu's appearance of refusing him thousands of miles away. He is depressed and walks towards the bookshelf, in a carved nanmu cabinet.

Li Xing turned out a brocade box for painting, took it out and put it on the table. This painting was very popular with his aunt, so he knew where to put it. There was no need to look for it at all.

Shen ruochu didn't expect that Li Xing would know the place of the painting. He walked towards the table, opened the brocade box and reached for the painting.

"You can't use brute force like that. It will hurt the painting." Shen ruochu went over and opened the painting together with Li Xing. "The painting is very fragile. Gu Kaizhi belongs to the people of Wei, Jin, southern and Northern Dynasties. The painting can be preserved until now. After so many years, it will be more fragile. One by one, it will hurt the painting."

So those who collect paintings will only open them for the last time unless they can't help it. Otherwise, they usually put them in the brocade box and don't show them to anyone.

Li Xing looked at Shen ruochu's gentle appearance, and then he was much more gentle. He couldn't help asking Shen ruochu, "do you still know how to draw?""No, my grandfather does." Shen ruochu whispered back to Li Xing. In her vague memory, her grandfather's study was covered with calligraphy and paintings.

Those are my grandfather's treasures. My grandfather is very rare. When she touched them at that time, my grandfather would blame her. My mother said that they were my grandfather's flesh and blood.

She also asked her mother, then I am compared with those calligraphy and painting, is not grandfather's heart?

My mother also made fun of her for not learning well at a young age.

Now that she's back in mysterous City, she hears that her grandfather's former house has been sold. She doesn't know whether those calligraphy and paintings will be preserved by Shen Wei.

Or be sold by Shen Wei, are unknown things, think of these, Shen ruochu hate not.

Li Xing nods and spreads the picture on the table with Shen ruochu. Shen ruochu looks at the picture and is shocked to death. On it is the picture of Luo Shen Fu nominated by calligraphy.

This is Gu Kaizhi's representative work. There are a lot of seals and calligraphy inscriptions on it, which shows that the painting is unusual.

"This is my grandfather's painting!" When Shen ruochu stood there, his eyes immediately turned red. His whole son was shaking with gnashing teeth. Shen Wei was not worthy of being a human being.

Li Xing was stunned and immediately asked, "what did you say?" Grandfather Shen ruochu's painting? I'm a little puzzled.

"This is my grandfather's painting." Shen ruochu choked her mouth, and her tears fell uncontrollably. Shen ruochu lost control. "This is my grandfather's favorite painting."

In her vague memory, her grandfather liked the painting very much and always took care of it by himself.

Sometimes my grandfather took her in his arms and sat on an old-fashioned wooden chair, studying this picture of Luo Shen Fu. Sometimes he would take out a pen and copy it. He would spend a whole day in his study without eating or drinking.

So she had no memory of other paintings, but she was deeply impressed by this painting. Her grandfather always opened the painting carefully and put it away carefully.

Li Xing watched Shen ruochu cry, quickly pulled Shen ruochu to his arms, and coaxed him: "is this your grandfather's painting? Yeah. What are you crying about? If you like it, I'll help you to ask my aunt to come. If she doesn't give it, I'll try to steal it to you. Don't cry. My crying brother's heart aches. "

In his memory, Shen ruochu was always proud and strong. He hardly saw her shed tears, let alone cry like today.

Let him see, is really heart and liver pan pain.

"You don't understand. How can you understand the meaning of this painting to me, to my grandfather?" Shen ruochu felt the pain in his heart was the same as people's scratching with knives.

She is so eager to kill Shen Wei that she can get rid of her hatred.

Shen ruochu let go and took a breath, which made his mood more stable.

Shen ruochu barely stood up and raised his voice slightly: "this painting, this painting of Luo Shen Fu, is my grandfather's burial painting!"