Si Mobai bit her fingertip lightly, looked at the portrait and said, "Let's go and draw a picture for you.
The numbness and warmth on her fingertips made Feng Tianlan blush with embarrassment.
She put the oil paper packet into her arms and glared at him angrily, "I won't let you eat it."
After feeding him, he even bit her.
Si Mobai chuckled lightly, walked to the table, took out the rice paper and color condiments, picked up the pen, glanced at the portrait, and then started writing.
Feng Tianlan stood opposite the table, blinking and watching him draw, then I would eat one and feed you one by one while eating the candied chestnuts.
This scene is really warm and happy.
She watched him slowly draw the outline, but why was the woman in red facing away, not even the side profile, and he didn't seem to have finished the drawing.
As if there was no one around, Si Mobai fell into another world.
He just picked up the pen and drew what was in his heart.
Even he himself didn't know what he was drawing at this time.
Half an hour later, after Si Mobai finished drawing the last stroke, he put down the pen and withdrew his thoughts from that world.
He looked at Feng Tianlan with a smile and said, "Okay."
"Mo Bai, do you know what you are painting?"
Looking at the painted portrait, Feng Tianlan turned pale and raised her eyes to look at Si Mobai.
Si Mobai nodded lightly, "No."
Before he finished speaking, he looked down at the painting he had just drawn.
He was stunned and his face turned a little pale.
The painting is full of enchanting red Bana flowers, with a clear river and a bridge next to it.
The woman in red is standing on this side of the bridge, so her back is facing away in the painting.
On the other side of the bridge, there was an extra person, dressed in white, like a god, looking at this side of the bridge expectantly, and this person's face was clearly the face of Si Mobai.
Flowers on the other side leading to hell, flowers on the other side of the Naihe Bridge, there is also a river, this scene, can it be said that it is the River of Forgetfulness, and that bridge is Naihe.
The two of them were clearly looking at each other, but they couldn't see each other because Wangchuan was so far apart, so they could only look at each other from afar. it's a tragedy "Husband, I'll tear it up now."
Si Mobai's face turned pale, and he reached out to pick up the portrait and was about to tear it up, but was stopped by Feng Tianlan.
She looked at him with a smile, "No, this painting is very beautiful. " "But" Si Mobai looked at the portrait and felt a dull pain in his heart.
He would never let anyone stop him from being with Lan'er.
Feng Tianlan chuckled and took the portrait into his hands, "Bianhuahua is just a legend, don't take it seriously, and this is the first portrait of Mo Bai and I together, so I should treasure it well."
She rolled up the portrait and put it into the world of Danjuan.
She was not taboo about this.
Si Mobai still didn't look good.
After all, such a painting was not considered auspicious, and he didn't know why.
He was completely immersed in it, as if he had seen the scene, so he only knew how to draw.
If it weren't for Lan Er reminded that he had no idea what he was drawing.
Feng Tianlan put her hands on the table, then leaned her head over and kissed Mo Bai's lips softly, "Mo Bai, our future is not above fate."
Therefore, don’t have any other thoughts because of such a painting.
This is just a portrait, there is nothing to care about.
"Lan'er."
The warmth on her lips made the pain in his heart dissipate little by little
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