"I'm going to draw a persimmon tree here, and it's full of persimmons." Jiang Xiao said.

Well done, what do you do when you suddenly want to draw such a picture?

"And your shoulder." Meng reminded her faintly in the past.

"I know, I know, but it's really better. It's better after a bath." Jiang Xiao is afraid he doesn't believe it, so he immediately pulls down some of his neckline to show him his shoulders.

Meng took a look at it in the past year, and saw that the swelling had subsided a lot and was obviously improved.

He said, "but you should pay attention to it. What are you doing in such a hurry?"

Jiang Xiao took him to the painting table and said, "this is what my uncle wants."

Li Hanzhong asked Jiang Xiao for such a painting?

Meng immediately felt very surprised in the past year. What did he want to do?

"Did he tell you what to do?"

Jiang Xiao took out his magic brush again. While he continued to draw the persimmon tree, he said, "I didn't say that it was urgent, but he had great use. He said that I would send it to myself at 3:00 p.m

I'm not sure who will take this kind of painting.

The question is, why does he have to be so anxious to get such a painting?

"You didn't ask for it?" Meng frowned in the past, "did he explain the need for medicine painting?"

"I asked clearly."

As a matter of fact, Li Hanzhong said that, and she understood.

Li Han said, J city white old that kind.

So Jiang Xiao naturally understood.

The painting given to Bai Lao at that time became a model.

It's all out now.

"I also asked my uncle whether I wanted to use it for myself or to give it to others. My uncle said," I'll tell you later. "

Jiang Xiao also has some helplessness.

Li Hanzhong, she can still be trusted.

The one that you don't believe or have to believe.

So she put down the phone and came to work immediately.

"What he asked for?"

"Yes, we need a farmyard with a half open door and a persimmon tree in the yard. The description is very clear and careful. I think it should be where there is such a place."

In the past years, Meng also thought it was a little strange, but he also chose to believe in Li Han.

If Li and Hanzhong can't trust them, they should be very dangerous now.

He did not ask any more questions, just stood by and watched Jiangxiao draw.

She draws very fast, but she is very good at drawing, especially vivid.

Soon, a persimmon tree was painted.

"I'm going to paint red persimmons on it."

Jiang Xiaozheng said that Meng had heard a slight footstep in the past, "someone is coming."

When he finished, Jiangxiao heard the footsteps outside.

"Little, major general Meng, come out and eat." The voice of Shi Xiaoqing.

"Let's go out for dinner and then come in and paint." Meng used to say.

Jiang Xiao put away the magic pen, Meng only went to open the door.

"Dinner."

Shi Xiaoqing stood a short distance from the door and called them.

Meng used to be a bit of an accident. She thought that Ding Haijing should stop her and come to shout.

He knows that when Jiang Xiao closes the door and paints inside, he doesn't let people get close to him.

"Where's Lao Ding?" Jiang Xiao came out, closed the door and asked the question.

"Someone is coming. Xiaoding is talking to others outside."

Someone's coming?

Meng Xinian and Jiangxiao looked at each other and walked over there.

When you come to the yard, you can hear Ding Haijing's voice.

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