Chapter 186

Yuan Yuanyuan returned to the room expressionlessly, released the illusion, and then lay on the bed on his back.

She has been thinking about a question in her mind, am I being too sensitive, or did I automatically become sensitive after coming here?

Yuan Yuanyuan drank Coke at the moon and heard a sudden knock on the door. She was silent for a while, walked over, and saw who was standing outside through the cat's eyes.

It was the white-bearded old man.

Yuan Yuanyuan was a little stunned. After the old man left last time, she didn't expect that the other party would come to look for her early, so she didn't expect that her door would be knocked on at night.

The white-bearded old man was holding a wine jar in his hand, and the wine jar was a very rough one. It was the most common rough shochu jar, the kind that is usually used to hold a burning knife in TV dramas.

Yuan Yuanyuan watched the old man's movements and slowly opened the door. The old man glanced at her and asked, "Lord Yuan, the moonlight tonight is very beautiful, it is very suitable to go to appreciate the moon... Can I have a drink with the old man? ?"

There was a person standing behind him, a very beautiful woman. Although the wine is very ordinary, the female monster behind her doesn't look ordinary. She is a very bewitching woman. Just standing there, she is very dazzling.

That woman has a very beautiful point of beauty, a face like a perfect peach heart, a very classical beauty, and the peach red on her face is like flying xia.

She was wearing a bright red dress and held a huge tray in her hand. There were two wine bowls on the tray. The bright red dress and this outfit suddenly reminded Yuan Yuanyuan of herself in Qiu Ying.

Yuan Yuanyuan felt that this scene was a bit weird, it looked like it happened in Qiu Ying, and the woman in the red dress at the back should be herself... But she was standing here at this time.

As soon as the woman came, she knew what she was going to do. The old man probably wanted to invite her to a drink. This is the way Yuan Yuanyuan was familiar with inviting people to drink among the monsters. Just like the way that Lan family master invited her to drink before, it was like a fool.

She opened the door and let the two of them in. The old man looked at Yuan Yuanyuan and asked her to clean up.

When he came out, Yuan Yuanyuan was stunned.

Yuan Yuanyuan always felt like she had seen this movement in a certain costume drama... Although don't remember which one it was, it should be a very particular movement.

Yuan Yuanyuan wanted to imitate the old man's actions and give him another one, but she couldn't do it. After thinking about it, she thought it would be shameful to do it, so she stopped her actions.

The woman in the red dress walked in slowly. Every movement of hers was very slow, but with an extremely beautiful feeling. Usually, every movement she made would pause slightly. It is like a painting, but the time is very short, and the next action is quickly continued.

These two...

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the two of them vigilantly, and a word came to mind slowly came to mind.

What the hell are you doing in someone else's bedroom at night? Yuan Yuanyuan thought vigilantly.

...

In fact, if the old man knew what she was thinking about, the old man might press her to death in the toilet.

Half an hour later, Yuan Yuanyuan sat in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, maintaining a dazed look on her face.

For the first time, she knew that the small European-style window next to the house could be turned into such a huge floor-to-ceiling window. The woman in red took just five minutes to turn the neighborhood into this huge table. She groped for a while at the window, pressed a switch, and a mist gradually appeared around her. Two small futons were placed on the table, and everything around her seemed to have changed abruptly.

There seemed to be a trace of good-smelling water vapor in the surrounding fog. The woman slowly pulled down the curtains that were originally behind, and all of a sudden the modern facilities behind were cut off, and only this one was left like a poet who admired the moon in ancient times. A small pavilion when drinking.

Yuan Yuanyuan was sitting on the futon, watching the woman in red beside him pouring wine for her, she was still confused.

They are also accompany wine workers... Why is the other party's business ability so strong?

She looked at the woman in red next to her. The woman in red noticed Yuan Yuanyuan's gaze, and suddenly smiled tactfully. The layer of Feixia on her face seemed to turn redder. She slowly raised her wide sleeves. Covering half of his face, he seemed to chuckle.

Yuan Yuan Yuan turned his head sharply.

Good! I can't be so decadent anymore, this kind of talent is the goal of my own evolution!

The old man and the woman still didn't know what Yuan Yuanyuan was thinking... In fact, if they knew, there might be more than one person who pressed her down the toilet right now.

Yuan Yuanyuan was wearing sports clothes, which was obviously incompatible with the two people next to her. They all came after dressing up. Yuan Yuanyuan in sports clothes always felt like a person who broke into the dance wearing pajamas.

The old man said to Yuan Yuanyuan silently, "It's been a hundred years... a hundred years, my lord."

Yuan Yuanyuan lowered her head, slowly finished the wine in the cup, and then put down the bowl. This wine is very strong, so it is best to drink it in this huge and crude bowl.

In such an occasion, this kind of bowl reveals a sense of delicacy from simplicity. The woman in red has a strong skill in setting up the occasion, and the surrounding feeling is very elegant, but it has a kind of monster inside. There is no sense of gloom.

Yuan Yuanyuan put down the bowl and was silent for a long time. The old man looked at her. The woman pouring wine beside her kept her head down and didn't move. After a while, Yuan Yuanyuan suddenly said sorry to the old man. ...to pull out my phone...

...No way, it was already half past eleven when she looked at her watch, and now that Yaoji has been posted, it's really uncomfortable not to see her.

Yuan Yuanyuan didn't care about the feelings of the old man next to her. Anyway, she must watch this Yaoji. The old man really didn't have too many emotions for her. Maybe in his eyes, he could read Yaoji for the first time. It is also a very responsible thing...

Under the beautiful moonlight, there was an old man in ancient costume and a woman in red, next to a man in sportswear, who kept pressing a mobile phone in his hand, and the light of the mobile phone reflected on "his" face... ...looks even weirder.

...

The moment Yaoji opened, Yuan Yuanyuan felt that today's cover was extraordinarily good-looking, and it was the kind of feeling that even if it was placed in this environment, it would not be too inconsistent.

On the screen are all kinds of flowers that are splendidly clustered... There is no one who has a dream to see his face clearly, only a figure can be seen vaguely sitting in the flowers, with a bamboo curtain covering his face.

His seat is very upright, from the side he should look like a very thin person, but there is a green bamboo-like person sitting there.

Yuan Yuanyuan took a few serious glances, and suddenly saw what was behind the group of "flowers" in this painting. It was a group of flowers made of dead bones. The flying petals blurred the surrounding shadows, and let the At first glance, people can't notice the truth of the flowers behind. Yuan Yuanyuan thought that although this painting was very beautiful at first glance, it had a ghostly feeling. 's tricky.

She was stunned for a moment, her first reaction was not how scary the painting was, but how creative the painting was... Because those withered bones are so beautiful and they look very artistic, so even if it is Yuan Yuanyuan A person who is very afraid of those weird things can't help but appreciate this painting more than he is afraid.

The person behind the bamboo curtain looks very gentle, but sitting in this bone flower is inexplicably strange. He is dressed in elegant clothes similar to the Wei and Jin Dynasties, with a high hair crown on his head, faintly Jojo can be seen as a man.

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at today's comics, and felt that today's content might be a little interesting, a little interesting, but the woman in red behind took a look, and suddenly seemed to be frightened, covered her mouth and whispered " Ah" said.

The old man looked back at the woman in red, and the woman in red immediately lowered her head again, Yuan Yuanyuan didn't care, she clicked on the comic, but suddenly found that the scene in the comic was inexplicably familiar...

This first scene... After a closer look, it turns out that he had just put on his vest and went downstairs to eat, and suddenly felt a little speechless... There was also a little shame in his speechlessness.

Damn, why even draw this kind of thing... for me, I was wrong, boss, I won't dare to bully children next time!

The whole picture is roughly explained, that is, from the perspective of three little rookies, watching a good-looking person walk to his side, and talk to them for a long time, and finally leave slowly.

Then the perspective turned to the "very good-looking" person, and the more "he" walked up, the colder his face became, until it slowly turned into an expressionless face, and that face gradually became more Transforms, becomes more aggressive, and becomes a face that readers are all familiar with...

This... you still cut the angle of view! You still cut the angle of view! It's obvious that you are embarrassing me! Yuan Yuanyuan's face was flushed when she looked at it, but she didn't dare to look at the front, so she turned over in a hurry and looked at something else .

There are very few things in front of me... It looks like it's less than two pages, a bit like a "set poem", Yuan Yuanyuan turned two pages and found that there was nothing, and he was slowly relieved.

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the picture below that "Yuan" walked upstairs slowly, and after a while, the picture slowly faded, and it became a feeling like fog but not fog, a bit like an illusion.

Is this... The memory kill again? Or the future kill? Yuan Yuanyuan was not sure at first, because the next scene was someone calling Yuan to drink. She thought it was a few autumns and speculated about the future, and then began to draw blindly. , but when Yuan Yuan appeared in the comics, Yuan Yuanyuan realized at once that this is not the future... this is the past.

Because one of Yuan's hands reappeared in the manga.

The hand was slender and snow-white, and he held a simple fan in his hand with a very white handle.

He walked slowly down a corridor, Yuan Yuanyuan couldn't see his face, only his back, very straight, a jade pendant beside him swayed gently with his movements.

Every step is a freeze, like a painting.

Ji Qiu's paintings are all about details. His "camera" gradually shifts from his hands to his black hair, his white ears, and the slender ends of his eyes that occasionally catch a glimpse... Yuan Yuanyuan's heart is itchy.

These freeze-frames are not only the freeze-frames on the paintings, they can even be freeze-frames in the three-dimensional space. Yuan Yuanyuan looked at Jiqiu's paintings and vaguely felt that she saw a moving picture. Passing by in the corridor, leaving a white back.

Although she herself is now "this person"... but I have to say that she has become interested in this person in the comics now.

Because she knew that person was not her, just someone with a similar face to her.

She watched "Yuan" slowly walk to the end of the corridor, and suddenly Ji Qiu drew his entire figure... and suddenly appeared on the screen.

At that moment, Yuan Yuanyuan was suddenly fascinated by this face that she had always felt a little disgusted with.

The kind of feeling she had never felt swept over her, and she had never clearly realized at such a moment that the person in the painting and her were actually two completely different people.