After Zhang De looked, Chengyi looked again. He had begun to look at his clothes and read snow. He knew he couldn't go completely. He also stood at ease on the beach and looked at Yi nianxue and Chengyi.

"Uncle Zhang De, big ice. Listen quickly, you two. The sound of the waves doesn't sound like a violin concerto. It's quite rhythmic and good to listen to. It's like sitting in a concert hall listening to the performance. It's a wonderful feeling." the sound of Yi nianxue came from far and near, like accompanying the sound of the waves of the sea, which complemented the sound.

Sure enough, Hou Chengyi and Zhang dedu listened to Yi nianxue's wonderful violin playing sound. Originally, they had never heard such a beautiful sound as Yi nianxue said. Is it true that you can hear any sound around someone? By Yi nianxue's side, Hou Chengyi and Zhang De, two experienced veterans who have seen everything on the battlefield, seem like children. They are very curious to listen to Yi nianxue's voice.

"Well done, you two come and have a look. It's really beautiful. I think you two will like the scenery I painted." Yi nianxue looked at her painting with great satisfaction.

As soon as I heard that I could move freely, there were also portraits of two people. Even Zhang De, who has always been gentle and elegant, felt a little excited. He followed behind Chengyi and went to Yi nianxue. When he passed the beach in front of Yi nianxue, he was very careful for fear of stepping on the portrait that Yi nianxue had painstakingly painted for himself.

"How's it going? OK." Yi nianxue is like a naughty child. She looks at Hou Chengyi and Zhang De nervously. She is afraid to hear from these two people's mouths that her painting is very general.

Later Chengyi looks at the portrait Yi nianxue painted for himself. He almost doesn't pull Yi nianxue over and beat him up. Yi nianxue portrayed Hou Chengyi's arrogant and cold look vividly. She tightly closed her thin lips, showed deep and cold eyes under her long eyelashes, and told the world that the cold face of this person's character is not easy to get along with.

Zhang De also saw Yi nianxue's look after Chengyi, which was lifelike, and looked at his own. Yi nianxue's painting is very elegant and gentle. Like a warm father, his eyes are full of care and love for children.

"Silly girl, come here. Why? I asked you why. You painted Zhang De so beautiful, so cold and heartless, and so proud. Am I such a person?" later Chengyi grabbed it and tried to sneak to Yi nianxue behind Zhang De.

"Uncle Zhang De, save me quickly. I don't want to be frozen to death by the big iceberg of Hou Chengyi!" Yi nianxue struggled with her calf for help.

Zhang De looked at Hou Chengyi with anger in his eyes, and then looked at Yi nianxue held by Hou Chengyi. He picked it up like a chicken: "Young master, I think Miss Yi's painting is still very similar to you. It should be said that these expressions of you are vividly portrayed. At a glance, I know that Miss Yi is painting you. Miss Yi is still very weak. Don't scare her!"

Hearing Zhang De say that Yi nianxue is still very weak, later Chengyi released his hand a little, and then grabbed Yi nianxue's small arm to escape from the scene: "Stay with me honestly. Otherwise, it will be ugly for me to lose my temper. I won't let you leave me half a step. You see which is more important. If you insist on leaving, I will make you ugly. Do you believe it?"