Chapter 1086： 1086 story

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"Yeah, it's all painted by you?"

Hua Xiyun quietly walked into Yang Ning's room, and now their relationship is completely clear. Even if they go in and out of their rooms, they don't need to worry about other people's gossip.

Looking at the manuscript paper and the waste paper that was crumpled and thrown into the trash can, Hua Xiyun bent down and picked up a manuscript paper. After reading it for a while, his face felt fresh.

"What are you painting these? I feel that the architectural style is so strange. It has the European style of the Middle Ages and is filled with some fantasy colors. It feels similar to the scene in the mythological movie."

Hua Xiyun put down this piece of paper, then gently hugged Yang Ning's neck and said softly: "Wouldn't it be the intention to design an online game or make a movie?"

"Guess what?" Yang Ning put down the pen and paper in his hand, and then held Hua Xiyun's catkins, and smiled: "Sister Yun, it is rare to have a lunch break, why don't you take more rest?"

"I miss you." Hua Xiyun whispered, she found that she said these words more naturally, without the kind of shame.

Yang Ning loosened Hua Xiyun's catkins, then stood up and chuckled: "Let's go for a walk, it's just fine weather." After he finished, he glanced out the window.

"En." Hua Xiyun readily agreed to Yang Ning's request. The two held hands and left the apartment, strolling in the flower garden in the center of Qingquan.

"It's Grandpa Qi."

Walking and walking, suddenly, Hua Xiyun made a whisper, and then said: "Grandpa Qi is my teacher. I have been learning painting with him since I was a kid."

"No wonder you paint so well, go and look at it."

Qi Feihong, before the founding of the country, with the blood of loyalty to the country, he did not fear life and death, and repeatedly made warfare, but it was a pity that his middle-aged son suddenly became seriously ill and died, and he became a white-haired person to send black-haired people. The death ended in depression. At that time, the country considered Qi Feihong's life and the actual situation at that time, and made an exception for him to live in the Qingquan Center.

After retiring from his seat, Qi Feihong was alone and oligarchic. He seldom contacted others and sent his affection to poetry and paintings. There were often good works. This also added some like-minded friends.

"Grandpa Qi is good."

"Grandpa Qi is good."

Yang Ning and Hua Xiyun walked with a smile, Qi Feihong stopped writing and turned to smile: "It's Xi Yun, what a coincidence, you also came out for a walk."

After finishing speaking, Qi Feihong looked to Yang Ning, who was holding Hua Xiyun catkins, picked up the reading glasses with the nose bridge, and looked at the eyes.

For a while, Qi Feihong nodded: "A talent, are you the kid from the Yang family?"

"Yes, Grandpa Qi, my name is Yang Ning." Yang Ning nodded. He also heard about Qi Feihong's deeds, and he also respected the old man very much. After all, if it wasn't Qi Feihong who was not good at slipping horses, having a relationship with it. Then the seat he was sitting at that time could never stop at highs and not lows.

"Grandpa Qi, did you paint this?"

Hua Xiyun walked to Qi Feihong's painting, which was almost complete. It was a graceful back view of an ancient woman, dancing in a cluster of flowers.

The reason why it is nearing completion is that, on the left side of the painting, a relatively spacious space was intentionally left to align Hua Hong with Feihong's understanding, which was used as an inscription.

"Well, I have seen a wild history before, and today I was on a whim, intending to draw the master in my mind."

Qi Feihong laughed: "Are you interested in listening to this story?"

Yang Ning and Hua Xiyun glanced at each other and nodded, then they found a place to sit down.

Qi Feihong pulled out an old cigarette rod, arbitrarily put the shredded tobacco to light it, and while smoking, he tilted his head and told the story.

This is a poignant story. The protagonist of the story is a girl who was born in a poor family. She once picked up medicine on the mountain and accidentally rescued a wounded man. He was extraordinary and heroic. After half a month of careful care, she gradually recovered As always.

Lang was concubine and interested, and the two naturally had a good impression and sublimated to love. The girl knows nothing about the man’s family background, but this does not prevent her from telling him his heart. One month later, the man left, and before he left, he said that one day, he would go to the peak of his life. He would lift the big car to marry the girl, shelter her for life, and let her enjoy the glory.

Two years later, the girl met the man. He was surrounded by a large number of guards. He sat on a white horse and looked indifferently at the girl who walked in front of him. At this moment, the girl looked very rustic in his eyes, and beside him, there was also a beautiful and fair-skinned girl, who was her wife, a good friend of the prime minister's family.

She died of heart, facing the indifference of the man, she chose to leave, at the lake ten miles away, intending to end her life with Baiya, the cold part of her heart.

But at this time, a young man riding a horse appeared and shot the white damask on the girl's neck with one arrow, saving her. He is a distinguished person, but he is a prince who cares for the girl, but the girl is already dead. Even if the youth loves the girl deeply, Ye Ye plays the piano for them and tells the heart, but the girl always refuses to accept it.

The young man always resisted the arrangement of marriage. His heart always loved the girl. When the empress was angry, he sent someone to give the girl a death. When the boy knew it, he fell into madness. He killed several eunuchs who gave the girl at that time. Hedinghong, ending his life, until the moment of death, he chose to lie next to the girl, holding the girl's already cold hand.

At the end of the story, there are some myths, saying that the young people and the girls eventually turned into lovebirds and danced away. The iron tree at the foot of the winged bird, after they left, even gave birth to Lianli branch. Perhaps it was the attachment of the youth that moved the girl and let her accept his love.

Hua Xiyun listened, her eyes gradually getting wet, Yang Ning pulled out a tissue and wiped Hua Xiyun.

Qi Feihong sighed and shook his head: "The love between men and women in the world is always worrying. I was going to apply the ancients' wish for a long time, a thousand miles together, but finally gave up, I hope that I can summarize this Poor, so that people who watch the painting can feel the story behind the painting."

After talking, Qi Feihong looked to Yang Ning.

Let me go, what do you mean?

Yang Ning is not stupid. He naturally understands Qi Feihong's meaning. Does Nima want to kick the ball to his feet?

Soon, Yang Ning found out that even Hua Xiyun looked over. Are you not the first college entrance examination candidate in history?

Yang Ning is completely speechless, and secretly you are too worthy of me?

"Otherwise, would you try it?" Hua Xiyun gently pushed Yang Ning.

Yang Ning stood up in embarrassment, a little crying and laughing, but he still walked in front of Qi Feihong and took the brush that Qi Feihong handed to him.

With a light touch of ink, Yang Ning thought for a while, and finally sighed, letting herself fall into that kind of sad and sad emotion as much as possible, and then fell down one stroke at a time.

"The words are well written and the paragraphs are appropriate." For a long while, after Yang Ning dropped, Qi Feihong picked up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and his eyes flashed inexplicably.

Hua Xiyun came over, and as soon as she approached, she couldn't wait to look at Yang Ning's writing.

Gradually, her mouth began to whisper softly, her eyes were moist, and there were signs of spread again. When she finished reading, she chose to read the book again and felt deeper.

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What is wrong with autumn winds as the years are like.

Zeng Yanjun came to the world, Youjun I was glorious. Goodbye at the time of goodbye, speechless.

In the past there was Chaoge Yexian, and now there are Allure Dance sleeves. Hua Ruoli, sand with her fingertips, and her face is always red, and she will wait for the duckweed to do her best.

The pipa sounds, the flute rises, and the strings are turbulent, but it is the most chaotic.

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