For this friendship, Wen Lin and Vishiya hanged themselves in Meishan in Chongzhen, leaving behind a death edict, "I will die without a face to see my ancestors, I will remove my crown, cover my face with hair, and not hurt a single person." On the occasion, he took the risk and rescued Zhu Cijiong, the third son of Chongzhen.

For hundreds of years after that, Wen Lin and Vicia no longer had deep friendship with the world.

The treasure map left by Mrs. Gunneville is as predicted by Wen Lin. There are spare energy sources in the Metaverse. Relying on these energy sources, she and Vicia can live for at least ten thousand years. In a sense, They are immortals.

The price of immortality is to be stripped of history, to be alone and own.

The most basic principle of using the Metaverse is not to overly influence the development trajectory of historical civilization, otherwise it will be countered by the Metaverse itself.

The afternoon sun was warm, and through the thick leaves sprinkled on Wen Lin's face like broken gold, Vicia walked in quietly.

Seeing Wen Lin in a trance looking at the Ming Changdao on the shelf, without saying a word, Vicia already guessed what she was thinking.

At first, Wen Lin was worried that when they had endless time, Vicia would find it difficult to get used to it, but now it seems that Wen Lin is more affected.

Spring flowers and autumn snow, grass, trees, mountains and rocks, old age... Except for each other, everything else is old in the erosion of time, and it is inevitable to be sad.

Vicia put her hand on Wen Lin's shoulder and asked her softly, "Zhu Mingyuan sent an invitation over here. On the 15th of this month, do you want to come and have a look."

Zhu Mingyuan is Zhu Cijiong's grandson of unknown generations, and their business in China is handled by the Zhu family.

However, although they have close business contacts, the Zhu family has never seen them except Zhu Mingyuan who met Wen Lin and Vicia once when he was a child.

"Well," Wen Lin saw Vicia, the gloom in her eyes instantly disappeared, she pulled her to sit next to her with a smile on her face, and leaned over, "It's better to stay in China this time for more days. , try a more lively little day."

Seeing Wen Lin's happy mood, how could Visiah say no, she nodded, and then took the brush on the side and followed Wen Lin's composition.

During their time together, they learned a lot of things together, such as carving, painting, embroidery, musical instruments... and even modern fencing, skiing, rock climbing, etc. If they are interested, they will learn and try.

Maybe it's because they've been together for too long. For works like sculpture and painting, their styles are the same, and sometimes they don't even know who made them.

From Wen Lin's point of view, Vicia's back is straight, and the pale golden sunlight outlines her slender and white neckline. She leans down slightly and draws the pen, her loose neckline is hidden.

Wen Lin narrowed her eyes, and suddenly approached Vicia, her red lips lightly held her dark blue earrings, and said meaningfully, "Vicia, I want to appreciate plums."

"Plum appreciation?" There are still three or four months before the earliest plum blossoms in China, and Vicia looked back at Wen Lin suspiciously.

Without going around too much, Wen Lin suddenly leaned over and pressed Vicia on the back of the chair, took the paintbrush in her hand and threw it away, then picked up another clean paintbrush, and followed Vihiya to reveal the small paintbrush. A section of the collarbone was drawn down, neither light nor heavy.

"My custom edible paint, please don't move, I will let the plum blossoms bloom here."

The author has something to say:

Because Jinjiang's lottery has a time limit, if there is no accident, it should be the lottery next week. At that time, I will write it on the copywriting, and the Jinjiang coins will be fully booked, and then the Weibo will be forwarded to Weibo and followed and commented. (I haven't posted a Weibo related to the lottery yet, and it will be next week)

Then will write another chapter to pick up the welfare chapter of the main CP Mid-Autumn Festival~

Chapter 119

The pen body is entirely made of black jade.

As soon as the tip of the pen landed on the shiny skin, Wen Lin noticed a slight tremor under her palm.

Seeing Vicia, who seemed to have anger in her eyes, Wen Lin slowly hooked her lips, her fingertips rubbed Vicia's tightly bound wrist, and her soft lips touched her cheek, halfway. Is low coax, half is strong. force,

"Today, be good, let me finish painting the plum blossoms, and I will promise you to throw away the box of long and short strange things in the bedroom."

Vicia is angry and funny, perhaps because she is too indulgent to Wen Lin. don't know since when, Wen Lin began to try to use some novel things on her.

When she saw those things for the first time, Vicia had a rare shy expression on her face. Hong, although she didn't agree, Wen Lin still tried her best to use it.

Vicia's throat moved, trying to calm down, and asked, "Even if I don't promise you today, will you be willing to stop?"

The answer is of course no. Hearing the vague charm in Vicia's tone, Wen Lin only felt that her whole body was numb.

The cool fingertips slowly unraveled the soft fabric, and finally landed on the delicate skin, holding up with the fingers.

Wen Lin bowed her head and sniffed softly, dipping ink on the edge of her pen, and said with a smile, "Knowing from afar is not snow, but for the sake of dark fragrance."

I don't know if it's embarrassing or annoyed, Vicia gave her a fierce look, "Shameless."

Wen Lin just looked at her with a smile, her skin was a faint crimson, her blond hair was spread out, her flesh was well-proportioned, her lines were smooth, and everything was extremely beautiful.

Between the ups and downs of breathing, it seems that really smell the faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

Light and shadow flickered in Visiya's eyes, she moved her wrist that was bound and couldn't break free, and pursed her lips, knowing that Wen Lin would not give up until she achieved her goal today, she simply turned her head, closed her eyes, and planned to Come on out of sight.

After Wen Lin adjusted the colors, she straddled Vicia, got up, wrote and painted.

The nib of the pen was thin, thorny and itchy, and Vicia was about to struggle subconsciously, but Wen Lin held it down first. After finishing the strokes with great patience, all the colors made the two plum blossoms standing proudly in the middle lined with lustrous desire. drop.