Xiao Yan picked up a picture drawn by A Li and looked at it carefully. Don't ask the name, it was the kind that would definitely be harmonious. He was amazed and his eyes were straight.

In the painting, the arms and legs of the two people are all entangled and indistinguishable from each other, and their postures and expressions all reproduce the scene at that time, almost exactly.

Xiao Yan's throat tightened, and his full praise finally turned into one word, "Fuck!"

This is too similar! Look at this painting technique, life is a big touch!

Compared with the more explicit three-character pictures, A Li's paintings are "fragrant" but not "bright".

The touch points of his brush and ink are concentrated in the atmosphere and the expressions of the two of them when he is doing this. As for the movements, they are just simple sketches, half-hidden and half-present, without emphasizing details, but these rough strokes are easier to imagine.

Looking at such an intoxicated and blurred look, what kind of fairy pose does he have to do! Is she a little bit of paper? Expand it in detail, she can draw a whole wall as big as it is!

Xiao Yan squeezed the painting in his hand and kept looking at A Li. The other party's eyes were clean and pure, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with his painting, which made Xiao Yan feel embarrassed to speak easily, so as not to hurt him.

But look at this picture, there are mosaics all over the neck! In the end who led the bad who!

Xiao Yan never thought that A Li would be able to draw such a lustful picture with such pure eyes. It's so irritating that the wolf is so irritating!

I didn't see that Ah Li was still a little pineapple.

Xiao Yan looked down at the painting, the more she looked at it, the more she felt, she leaned over and asked A Li in a hoarse voice, "Friend, can I use Yiyi to speak?"

A Li tilted his head to look at her, his eyes were puzzled, and he obviously didn't understand.

"I'm just asking you, is there anything else?" Xiao Yan licked his dry lips, "I'll save it for you."

Seeing that Xiao Yan likes his paintings, A Li's eyes slowly brightened, and he took her hand and walked out.

A Li took Xiao Yan through the courtyard and stopped in front of a rockery. The mountain had a belly hole, and there was more than enough space for two people to stand in it.

"Here." After A Li said, he bent down and went into the rockery first.

Xiao Yan looked annoyed at such a good place for the sun to leave, why didn't she find it before? After wearing too many ancient costumes, her thinking is almost solidified. Obviously, there are other places suitable for juicing besides the bed! How could she only be thinking about getting out of bed?

"Ayan?" Ali's puzzled voice came from inside, urging her to ask why she didn't come in yet.

Xiao Yan only then recovered, and his heart was itching, feeling that it was not too late to find out now.

She got into the cave, but when she saw the scene inside, she couldn't help but gasped, and she was so surprised that even the desire just now disappeared.

The belly hole of the rockery is like a small studio, with easel drawing boards and brush paint coloring inkstones on it. A Li patted the two big boxes beside him, his eyes were clear, showing off a little, "It's all inside."

so much! Xiao Huang. Picture?

A Li opened the box and showed the painting to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan really thought about it too much, Ah Li was simple-minded and had never been in touch with love before, so the pictures in the box were just some scenery pictures.

Xiao Yan has always known that Ah Li has a habit, that is, he will be dazed after eating in the morning and then disappear for the last hour.

At that time, she guessed that Ah Li might have her own secret base. After Xiao Yan made sure that Ah Li was safe in the house, she didn't force her to find it, and wanted to wait for Ah Li to take the initiative to open her heart and bring her here.

Today, he brought her here.

Xiao Yan squatted down and unfolded the paintings in the box one by one. There were pavilions, flowers and plants, sunshine, rain and dew, birds, and almost everything he could see while sitting at the door.

The date of the painting is marked on the lower right corner of each of these paintings.

Xiao Yan only looked at the past few days. Seeing that these paintings of A Li were arranged according to the date, she took them from the depths.

The sun is rarely seen in the caves of the rockery, and the boxes are damp, which makes the scroll paper of some years feel wet and cold to the touch, with moisture, and even the ink is scattered.

This is a painting from three years ago. It is a dark and cold corridor with no end in sight. From the perspective, it should be Ah Li standing in the middle of the corridor and looking into the distance. The promenade without end.

The thick ink on this picture was smeared, and with the cool moisture, the atmosphere was cold and hopeless, Xiao Yan's fingertips were slightly cold, his scalp was numb, and his heart was heavy.

Looking at the date, this painting should have been painted by A Li after the Chen family's wife and husband had an accident. What he painted was not the corridor, but his own state of mind, which was dark and dull.

Li actually knows everything, he just doesn't say it.

Xiao Yan slowly rolled up the painting and carefully re-wrapped it with the red rope.

When Xiao Yan was looking at the painting, A Li sat quietly on the box next to her and looked at her. He noticed that her mood had changed, so he could not help grasping her index finger and shaking it, softly calling, "A Yan."

As if to amuse her, he patted the box under his butt and said, "I also drew you."

A Li found out Xiao Yan's paintings by himself, spread them out on the lid of the box according to the time, and placed them one by one for her to see.

At first, he drew a hand with a slender, slender and beautiful double-boned joint. This is what he saw on the way to the ancestral hall, and he drew it the next day.

Followed by the eyes, those eyes were gentle and light, especially when he was coaxing him to eat, the eyes were even more lingering.

In the end it was her whole person.

Xiao Yan in the painting is standing in the courtyard under the sun, dressed in white, looking at the artist with a smile on his face.

The color of the whole painting is based on a gentle warm yellow color, and the white clothes are covered with a hazy golden yellow. Xiao Yan in the sun looks like a fairy falling from the sky, and even his hair is full of light.

This painting, A Li, is the most precious, and it took him half a month to complete it.

Looking at the date, after Chen Yin was kicked out of the house, Xiao Yan took Ah Li to the teahouse to drink tea and listen to the book before he started painting.

Xiao Yan's fingertips wandered around her eyes in the painting. She didn't even know that when she looked at Ah Li, her eyes were as soft as spring and warm as winter sun.

Aiguo really can't hide, no matter how good the disguise, it will run out of her eyes, not to mention her love for A Li has never been hidden.

Xiao Yan's heart was swayed by these paintings, one was stronger than the other, and the other was stronger than the other.

Xiao Yan looked at A Li and asked him in a hoarse voice, "This is all me now, what about me before?"

Xiao Yan wanted to know what the original owner looked like in Ah Li's painting.

A Li frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, then unfolded the picture of the corridor that Xiao Yan had just seen, pointed to the pitch-black place, and said softly, "Here it is."

That man was the darkness that enveloped the promenade.

Two paintings are spread on the box at the same time, one is a dark and cold corridor picture, the other is a portrait of the rising sun and sunshine, one yin and one yang, the contrast is obvious.

To Ah Li, Xiao Yan is like sunlight, shining into the corridor through the layers of haze, dispelling the darkness for him. That's why Ah Li was able to see the pavilions, flowers, plants and birds in the courtyard, and the lively streets outside the mansion.

A Li doesn't talk much, but he expresses all his strong love through this painting vividly.

He could feel Xiao Yan's love and responded.

Xiao Yan's heart was full of sourness, and he couldn't help reaching out and hugging A Li tightly into his arms, stroking his back with the palm of his hand, unable to say anything for a while.

She thought that he didn't understand love, and all the reactions were just physical instincts.

Because Ah Li's situation is there, the door to his world is closed, and there is only himself in it. Xiao Yan thought that she was just stuck in the crack of the door, but he didn't know that he had already been greeted by Ah Li's door.

She buried her face on Ah Li's neck, hot breath sprayed on his neck, the hot Ah Li breathed lightly, and reacted uncontrollably somewhere.

A Li raised his hand and hugged Xiao Yan's back, resting his chin on her shoulder, his long eyelashes fell gently, and said softly, "It's uncomfortable."

Thanks to Xiao Yan's good enlightenment, A Li has always been straightforward about this matter, and will tell her when she is uncomfortable.

Maybe this is the reason why Ah Li painted the tiger and wolves. He felt that this matter was not obscure, and he could resort to the nib to keep it as a souvenir.

After all, the two of them didn't waste the cave, and they played on the two boxes twice before the painting moved out.

It's all even, auspicious!

Xiao Yan is a businessman and is very particular about it. If it wasn't for this place slumped and afraid of A Li's freezing, she would have come twice.

Afterwards, Xiao Yan personally took out the two boxes and spread them out in the sun, and together with A Li, took out the paintings inside and put them on the bluestone slab to dry.

Some paintings are old, and they have not been properly preserved and collected. They have already been wet, moldy and yellow. Even if you are careful, they still fall off like shortbread, and they all rot as soon as they are unfolded.

It's a pity for Xiao Yan, these are all Ah Li's past, and together with him painting and reminiscing about the past, I feel like I have also integrated into that period of time and accompany him to go through it again.

A Li has been fond of painting since he was a child, so Chen's wife and husband specially invited a famous master to teach him. The first picture A Li painted was so rotten that it was impossible to see what the original picture was.

A Li stared at the painting and recalled it for a while, but he couldn't think of it, and finally had to give up.

After the painting was removed from the moisture, Xiao Yan spent a lot of money to find a master who repaired and maintained the painting and calligraphy, and repaired these worthless but very meaningful paintings and carefully preserved them.

At first, when the master came, he thought that the restoration was the work of which dynasty or famous person. He was so pious that he had to bathe and burn incense before starting work. Works of the ancients.

After inquiring with Xiao Yan, she realized that these were all painted by her husband.

After hearing this, the master laughed. He didn't know whether to say that Xiao Yan was a prodigal or to praise her favorite husband. He was willing to spend so much money and two to repair the paintings that her husband made casually?

Maybe this is the daily life of the wife and owner of the banknote ability, and others can't envy it.

Although it is not a famous ancient painting, the master is not sloppy. He takes the money and does things seriously. He gives the painting to Xiao Yanxiu and tells her how to save it before leaving.

Xiao Yan collected these paintings by date. In addition to these two large boxes, she also prepared an exceptionally beautiful wooden box. Just looking at it, she thought it was used to store valuables such as money, land deeds, etc.

Xiao Yan opened the box, there was neither money nor land deed in it, there was only a picture of tigers and wolves, which looked empty.

A Li's eyelids twitched, "..."

The drawing paper is so thin and the box is so deep, if you want to fill it up, you may have to draw for a lifetime!

A Li was a little worried, would he still be able to stand up at that time?

The author has something to say: Xiao Yan: You can

Call my friend late at night

If you don't accept me, I won't accept it. When will someone accept "Hugh (Women)"?

If you don't look at me, I won't look at it, when will someone see the Posui Floating Figure!