Chapter 62 62%

Ji Qingzhuo lowered her eyes, she looked at the blood stained seriously, along the lines of the animal hair on the edge of the pen, intricately and delicately.

But after looking at it for a long time, she felt that her eyes were a little stinging, she blinked and looked away.

Shen Rongyu held her hand tightly, his fingertips pressed slightly against her knuckles, and took her to hold the brush tightly.

The wrist was turned over, the back of the hand was touching the palm, rubbed slightly, the tip of the pen was bent, and with a slight twist, the color was soaked in a pool of blood.

Even though Ji Qingzhuo is now facing Shen Rongyu, her back is against his chest, logically speaking, he should not be able to see her expression.

But Shen Rongyu bowed her head and whispered a word in her ear, the heat steaming her auricle.

"Zhuozhuo seems to be a little careless." He was referring to Ji Qingzhuo not looking at the pen.

Ji Qingzhuo even knew that when he said "not serious", he meant that she looked away, and she explained honestly: "The color is too bright, Brother Xiaoyu, it hurts my eyes after looking at it for a long time."

Shen Rongyu chuckled: "Then close your eyes, if you don't look at it, I will show you the painting."

When Ji Qingzhuo heard that he was taking her to paint, he didn't even have to look at it, so he closed his eyes immediately, and he didn't do anything if he could.

This kind of atmosphere is really... It's so weird, it's like being in a space with a higher temperature than the appropriate temperature, and everything around her is gently and slowly infiltrating her consciousness, like the bloody color on the edge of the brush. , she also seems to be melting slowly in this temperature.

——Maybe it was because of the cold, Ji Qingzhuo thought, she felt her limbs were weak, and she just hung down lazily, like a doll with its limbs hanging down, waiting for its owner to lead it and make various movements.

Her body was a little weak and she could only lean back slightly against Shen Rongyu's chest. Unlike the red airflow in the practice space, the airflow was cold, while Shen Rongyu's body was warm.

Ji Qingzhuo can't say he likes it, he can only say that he is adapting to such a temperature, but for a person with her character, adaptation is more important than liking.

She closed her eyes, the bright red color, she couldn't look any longer.

Shen Rongyu raised his head slightly, the raised line of his Adam's apple moved on his raised neck, and he felt Ji Qingzhuo approaching him.

He chuckled softly, his laughter was low, and it got into Ji Qingzhuo's ears.

Ji Qingzhuo's ears turned red instantly. She felt a large goose bumps on the back of her neck. It was strange to say that she was so close to the red air in the practice space. Logically, she should have gotten used to it. Yes, but every time she approached Shen Rongyu, it was clearly a simple action, but it still made her face warm and heartbeat.

There was darkness in front of her eyes, only Shen Rongyu held her palm and the back of her hand became hot. He guided her and hovered the brush dipped in blood over the red umbrella.

The edge of the upcoming brush stroke first outlines the outline of the falling flower, so the brush stroke should be gentle, and the drawn lines will be slender and elegant.

"Zhuozhuo, be lighter." Shen Rongyu's voice sounded again, he pressed Ji Qingzhuo's hand and slowly fell.

Ji Qingzhuo obediently let go of her strength, she had no strength at all, Shen Rongyu took her hand, pressed down gently, and the tip of the pen fell on the umbrella.

When Ji Qingzhuo's brush fell on the umbrella, even though he was as calm as Shen Rongyu, his breath was a little chaotic.

On his back, a shudder came, and the animal hair on the tip of the pen was soft and slender, dipping his blood, almost equivalent to painting on his body.

——Shen Rongyu felt that he would always do things that he regretted recently.

But the flower is still to be painted.

At this moment, Ji Qingzhuo felt that Shen Rongyu's movements stopped, she heard his breathing, it was a little different from usual, and some rhythms were out of order. Messy hair.

She panicked and was always worried that she had done something wrong. Her hand holding the pen moved slightly because of nervousness, trembling slightly on the umbrella surface, and a bright red mark appeared.

Around the spine, the original soft touch separated the brush, paused, and then stroked it gently.

Shen Rongyu's breathing stagnated, he hardly thought about it, he held Ji Qingzhuo's hand, led her to drop the pen on the umbrella, and then turned his beautiful wrist bone.

Ji Qingzhuo's movements were soft and her reactions were slow. Her hand was dragged by him, and she slowly turned around the umbrella. The brush was sharp, and she drew the end of the falling flower petals. .

She closed her eyes, not knowing what she had drawn, she was looking forward to it.

Ji Qingzhuo thought that her eyes were getting better, so her eyes opened a slit, and she peeked at the outline of the falling flower that she had drawn.

Shen Rongyu came with a slightly dumb voice: "Why did you open your eyes?"

Ji Qingzhuo was facing the umbrella, and at such a close distance, he could naturally get the umbrella's vision.

One after the other, two eyes, the same person, just looked at her like this.

Of course, Ji Qingzhuo didn't know how Shen Rongyu found out that she had opened her eyes. Anyway, it didn't seem strange that a big villain could do such a thing, but after looking at the bright red outline, her eyes hurt again.

She closed her eyes again.

Shen Rongyu held her wrist, and after drawing the outline of the petals, the brush tip left the canopy.

The feeling of clinging to the back disappears, but the soft nib feels inseparable, scratching gently.

Shen Rongyu's movements were still steady, only Ji Qingzhuo, whose hand was in his palm, could feel the trembling of his fingertips.

It's just the pattern of the umbrella, he seems to be a little cautious...

Ji Qingzhuo spoke to comfort Shen Rongyu: "Senior Brother Xiaoyu, don't be nervous, if the painting is broken, I will continue to use it."

Shen Rongyu held her hand tightly and closed her slightly open fingers.

The tip of his tongue rested on the roof of his mouth, and he uttered two words: "Fool."

These two words always have some special meaning. Ji Qingzhuo felt that his soul was about to float out in the darkness with his eyes closed. At this time, Shen Rongyu, who was leading her painting, seemed to have collapsed, and blood was flowing down. It turned into the familiar red airflow.

She raised her head and rubbed against Shen Rongyu's chest, she couldn't tell the reality.

Although Shen Rongyu felt his slightly intimate touch, he didn't speak, only led Ji Qingzhuo's hand to slant to an angle.

The tip of the pen was slanted and submerged in the blood in the inkstone. In an instant, the dry tip of the pen was stained with wet blood.

Ji Qingzhuo couldn't see it, but Shen Rongyu's eyes stayed on the edge of the brush, and a drop of blood was condensed on the edge of the brush that was moistened very thinly.

His movements stopped, and he didn't move any more. It was very stable. The blood beads on the tip of the pen were just hanging in the air, not yet dripping.

Ji Qingzhuo waited for a long time, she couldn't hold the pen, her fingers trembled, and blood beads fell from the tip of the pen, dripping into the center of the inkstone, causing a circle of waves.

Shen Rongyu led her, opened the pen edge sideways again, and pressed it down obliquely.

His thumb was on Ji Qingzhuo's wrist. At this moment, Ji Qingzhuo was actually very nervous. The pulse he felt was beating suddenly.

"What are you nervous about?" Shen Rongyu asked.

Ji Qingzhuo won't lie: "There's nothing to be nervous about, but... it's just that my heart is beating so fast."

She really doesn't know what's going on, why is this happening, isn't it just painting?

Shen Rongyu turned his head to the side, and his attention was now on the brush again.

The hands of the two people fall together, and the brush is placed sideways in the center of the drawn outline of the falling flower.

The brush just clicked, and the faint peach print fell on it, and then moved away immediately.

Such a short and rapid touch was even more intense, and Shen Rongyu's long eyebrows were slightly raised.

"Finished?" Ji Qingzhuo couldn't wait, the current atmosphere and Shen Rongyu's embrace were unfamiliar to her, so she wanted to leave first.

But Shen Rongyu lowered her head and put her chin on top of her head: "Does it look good?"

Ji Qingzhuo didn't open her eyes, but she knew it must be good-looking, because Shen Rongyu took her to control the ink pen to the extreme, so she nodded and said, "It's good-looking."

"If Zhuo Zhuo thinks it looks good, just paint a few more flowers." Shen Rongyu's tone was a little pleasant.

Ji Qingzhuo: "?"

Although she was puzzled, she still let Shen Rongyu continue to paint, but she listened to Shen Rongyu's breathing carefully. She found that although his movements were stable and skilled, his mood seemed to be not very calm?

Shen Rongyu... what happened?

He feels to her now, just like she gave her a jade pendant that night.

Villains are always so weird. Ji Qingzhuo came to a conclusion.

Finally, Shen Rongyu had enough painting—maybe not enough, but not enough blood, just painting a flower, he didn't pretend that much.

Ji Qingzhuo's hand was dragged by him, and on the umbrella surface, a light and shadow of falling flowers smeared by residual ink was drawn, which also dried up completely.

Shen Rongyu sighed softly in Ji Qingzhuo's ear, the meaning of this sigh was unclear, but the ending sounded a little trembling.

He didn't let go of Ji Qingzhuo's arms. Ji Qingzhuo was sick and weak, so he didn't retreat.

She opened her eyes and looked at the extra fallen flowers on the umbrella's umbrella. The layout and shape were excellent. She couldn't help sighing, "Senior Brother Xiaoyu, it looks even better."

Ji Qingzhuo lowered his head, directly holding the umbrella of the umbrella, touched it carefully, and looked very satisfied.

Because of her behavior, Shen Rongyu took two steps back abruptly, and he said, "Try to take it to the space in your purse in the future."

As long as Ji Qingzhuo doesn't touch it, he won't feel the touch and other information from the umbrella.

Ji Qingzhuo said firmly: "No."

Shen Rongyu's laughter was still a little hoarse, he said with a smile: "Then no."

He was about to take back the inkstone, when Ji Qingzhuo looked at the trace of blood left in the middle of the inkstone and asked, "Senior Brother Xiaoyu, what color is the paint?"

"It's blood." Shen Rongyu told the truth to frighten her.

Ji Qingzhuo actually believed: "Is mine okay then?"

"No." Shen Rongyu said, he didn't expect what Ji Qingzhuo said and believed.

Ji Qingzhuo said slightly disappointedly: "Okay."

"Zuozhuo want to try?" Shen Rongyu asked unexpectedly.

Ji Qingzhuo has read a lot of cultivating texts, in which the protagonist uses blood as a contract to bind the magic weapon. She thought that what Shen Rongyu said "is blood" meant this, and she remembered that she had not used blood to reach a contract with an umbrella. .

She thought, why don't you try it, if you can, then even if the umbrella she likes very much has a contract with her, it belongs to her completely.

"Think." Ji Qingzhuo nodded, she was purely influenced by some immortal cultivation novels.

"Okay." Shen Rongyu agreed.

This umbrella, ordinary pigments cannot be colored on it, after all, this is an invulnerable magic weapon.

Ji Qingzhuo's blood will naturally fall along the umbrella surface like the rain falling on it.

Shen Rongyu helped Ji Qingzhuo cut his fingertips, it hurt a little, but Ji Qingzhuo could bear it.

She closed her eyes, and the blood from her fingertips slowly dripped into the inkstone, making a subtle "tick" sound.

When it was almost enough, Shen Rongyu closed her hand, rubbed the powder on her fingertips, and the wound was instantly healed.

Ji Qingzhuo could briefly look at the bright red color, and she asked Shen Rongyu, "Senior Brother Xiaoyu, what are you painting?"

"Draw whatever you like." Shen Rongyu said, of course he let Ji Qingzhuo play at will, after all, she couldn't succeed.

When Ji Qingzhuo was carving a short-lived jade pendant for Shen Rongyu, she first practiced the drawing method of short-lived flowers for a long time. Although the final engraved product was not very good, her initial draft of short-lived flowers was still good.

So she dipped some of her own blood and said softly, "Senior Brother Xiaoyu, can Epiphyllum be okay?"

"Okay." Shen Rongyu looked at her with a smile, the out-of-control emotions when he was painting have dissipated, and now he is calm.

Ji Qingzhuo held the pen in his hand, trembling and landed on the umbrella. When the edge of the pen was no longer controlled by Shen Rongyu and came into contact with the umbrella, Shen Rongyu regretted it again, and Ji Qingzhuo could not predict the direction of the pen that he controlled. The way of writing is a completely different experience.

She deliberately found a corner to draw Epiphyllum, because it would not destroy the original drawing of the umbrella. She drew it carefully, and Shen Rongyu's breathing became more and more chaotic.

This place is exactly on the back of Shen Rongyu's neck, the spine is down, and it is hidden a little under the collar. If the dignified collar is a little messy, it will reveal a little of the skin here.

Ji Qingzhuo's drawing speed was very fast, because she couldn't look at the color for a long time, Shen Rongyu's eyes stared at her, he was silent, but clenched his hands slightly.

- He is indeed a model of asking for trouble.

The edge of the pen is soft, even with some of Ji Qingzhuo's unique laziness, just brushing the back of the neck so softly, it is a different feeling of comfort.

Mingming Ji Qingzhuo felt that he was drawing fast, but Shen Rongyu felt that the time was extremely slow.

After a long time, Ji Qingzhuo showed the umbrella to him, revealing the little red Epiphyllum in the corner - in this complete drawing of the umbrella, it is more like the artist's signature.

"I drew it." Ji Qingzhuo said to Shen Rongyu.

Shen Rongyu's voice was hoarse: "It looks good, but don't touch the water."

He clearly knew that if it touched the water, the little epiphyllum would be washed away.

"Okay." Ji Qingzhuo said happily holding the umbrella.

Shen Rongyu quickly left, while Ji Qingzhuo continued to close his eyes for a while in his small courtyard and open his eyes for a while to appreciate his paintings.

The Epiphyllum she painted is really beautiful, except for the wrong color, but the temperament is in place.

Shen Rongyu returned to his residence and went to take a bath. In the autumn, the water was cold.

Cold drops of water fell down his skin, and he came up from the small pool in the courtyard and tore the wide robe off the truss.

He entered the room, facing the mirror, and was about to dress neatly, but when he turned around, he saw a long black slender scar along his spine in the mirror.

Now at the end of the scar, at the back of the neck, where Ji Qingzhuo painted the Epiphyllum just now, there is a bright red color, in the mirror, it is like a dream.

This time, the thin ice that had always been calm in Shen Rongyu's eyes was completely shattered and shattered completely.

In the mirror, above the ugly scar, there is a small immortal tan, which is as red as blood.

——This shape and line are exactly the same as the one drawn by Ji Qingzhuo.

The author says:

Sorry I already started laughing hahahahahahahahaha

Zhuo Zhuo: Make a mark.

Xiaoyu: Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Takuto: It's mine.

Xiaoyu: ???