Chapter 279

Ling Ziqing and song Xijiao didn't expect that their voices were stacked together. They couldn't help but smile at each other. Then, song Xijiao walked to Mr. Xiong without restraint, and took his arm affectionately and said, "master, elder martial brother has come to see you."

Mr. bear laughs and hums: "today is not the new year's Eve, and it is not a festival. It's really strange to see you."

Ling Ziqing ignored his sarcasm. After the grand ceremony of master and apprentice, he got up and said in a low voice: "in the past, I saw that my master was inconvenient, so I didn't bother you much. But from then on, if the master lived in the bamboo paper farm for a long time, Ziqing would come to see her and listen to his teachings

It's not difficult for him.

Once upon a time, he came to the bamboo paper farm day by day, and stayed for a whole day. Although song Xijiao bustles in and out, he sits at the table drinking tea and listening to the wind. Occasionally, he can catch her light figure, which is like the comfort of dew in his heart.

Only later song Xijiao refused his intention, knowing that there was no possibility for them. She felt that she was avoiding her own thoughts. In order to avoid her embarrassment, she gradually stopped coming.

"How dare I teach you? You are the famous son of Ziqing in Jinzhou City. Many people admire you like the sand of the Ganges River. Alas, what am I?" Mr. Xiong said as he let song Xijiao sit at the table.

Song Xijiao saw that his face was clearly written with surprise, but his mouth was not forgiving. She said with a smile, "master, today is the first reunion of the three of us. Shall we celebrate it?"

Mr. Xiong likes to have fun. When he heard her say this, he knew that she must have some interesting ideas. He looked up at her and asked, "how do you want to celebrate?"

"Let's make a painting by ourselves, and then draw lots, and we can get the painting of whoever we get! And leave it as a baby all your life, OK? "

Mr. Xiong laughed: "good, good, good idea!"

Ling Ziqing is helpless to look at Song Xijiao, really worthy of being a businessman, with her lips closed and everything she said was good for her.

When three people paint, the paintings of him and Mr. Xiong, no matter who they are, will be of great value, and she Ling Ziqing shook his head. Although he had not seen her painting, he knew that it must be hard to see her words.

Seeing Mr. Xiong's promise, song Xijiao, regardless of whether Ling Ziqing agreed or not, immediately ordered his staff to prepare ink and bamboo paper, and then asked Wu Er Ge to clean up two tables.

Wu Er Ge stood at the door, looking at Song Xijiao standing side by side with Ling Ziqing. He felt that he was a bit of a match. Song Xijiao in Ling Ziqing, like a butterfly on the snow, lit up the snow.

But it's a pity that Miss Song has been married.

Otherwise, the old man will be very happy.

Song Xijiao thought about what she was going to paint as she polished her ink, but she heard a slight smile in her ear. When she turned her head, she saw that Ling Ziqing was looking at herself, and there was a faint smile in her mouth and eyes. The smile was gentle, affectionate, and a faint smile.

Song Xijiao was used to his gentleness and ignored his deep feelings. She only caught his teasing and looked at him discontentedly: "what are you laughing at? Do you think my painting will be as bad as my words?"

Ling Ziqing said with a smile, "Oh? Would it be different? "

"Of course Song Xijiao raised her chin confidently.

Ling Ziqing smile deeper: "then I'll wait and see."

In his mind, Mr. Song Xijiao is not satisfied with his painting level, but he is not convinced by his painting level. Her idea was to give Mr. Xiong and Ling Ziqing a chance to get along harmoniously without embarrassment, so that they could get in touch with each other.

I didn't expect, but I put myself into it!

In this case, if you draw a picture carefully, you will surely become a joke among the two people. From now on, you will make fun of yourself by mentioning it a hundred times and a thousand times.

No, they can't be given this chance.

Thinking of this, song Xijiao immediately began to draw.

Seeing that she was serious, Ling Ziqing also collected a smile and drew.

The guests came and went downstairs. Many people who came to see Mr. Xiong in admiration were blocked at the gate by the assistants. There were also a few distinguished guests who wanted to read the list of books and samples. They were sitting in the elegant room and listening to the introduction of tea by the waiter.

Next door to them, Mr. Xiong and Lingzi are holding their breath and exerting their talents on bamboo paper.

I don't know how long it took. When song Xijiao straightened up, she suddenly felt a little sour in her waist. She looked down at her masterpiece. She was very satisfied!

Turning around, he saw that Ling Ziqing was giving his painting a title, a "cloud", which simply and clearly summed up the whole theme of the painting, because he was painting clouds.

Before seeing this painting, song Xijiao never knew that cloud could be painted. The mountains and rivers are far away. The green mountains are twined by floating clouds. The clouds are full of natural beauty. When the wind comes, the clouds are floating, as if they are alive.She has already seen many of Ling Ziqing's masterpieces, but she still stares at her eyes in amazement. This is a wonderful painting!

When Ling Ziqing saw that she looked at her own paintings, she felt a sense of satisfaction that had never been felt before. Although song Xijiao would not admit it, Ling Ziqing always regarded her as her confidant. As if she could understand what she felt and thought in her heart with just one look in her eyes.

He was smiling, drooping his eyes and just wanted to see her painting, but she was worried and immediately covered up his body: "don't look!"

"Well, I don't want to see it. You get up first and look for ink stains on your clothes." Ling Ziqing helped her to get up and took a close look at her light pink dress. Seeing that there was no ink stain on it, he looked up at Mr. Xiong at ease.

Mr. Xiong is still splashing ink and wielding his hair. He is clearly painting, but his movements are open and wide. It seems that he is practicing martial arts and boxing. Seeing this picture, song Xijiao finally understood the reason why Ling Ziqing didn't want to learn from him. Because if Ling Ziqing was painting like this

Bang!

Just thinking about it, she suddenly got a hit on her head. Song Xijiao couldn't help raising her head and pouting, "what are you doing with me?"

Ling Ziqing faint smile: "do not think nonsense."

Song Xijiao opened her eyes in surprise: "how do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Little fool, it's all written on his face."

"Good!" Mr. Xiong suddenly put the pen away, then slapped the brush on the table, looked up, and said with a smile, "my painting has been finished. How about you?"

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