Chapter 45 Cinnabar Rouge Ink

Because I know this person, to be precise, I have known him six years ago.

Yue Qinchuan, this name, belongs to the memory of six years ago.

That year, he saved his life by chance because of an accident, a chance encounter, and a budding curiosity. At that time, he was still a shabby-looking evil boy, but today, he has become a handsome teenager. What I didn't expect was that just five years ago, the owner of the old pavilion suddenly found his beloved son who had been lost for many years, and handed over the foundation of the pavilion for many years to his son Yue Qinchuan, which showed his trust in him. What's more, I didn't expect that the arrogant and unruly teenager I saved was also called Yue Qinchuan, and he was exactly the beloved son of the old cabinet owner. Today, Qin Chuan, the owner of the Tibetan Flower Pavilion.

"Brother, let me go!" He said to me almost casually. Even if there were many surprises in his heart, he seemed to be sure that I would eventually let him go.

Well, I admit that I did let him go, but not now.

I smiled ambiguously at him and immediately understood why so many strange things happened. It was this boy who made trouble behind his back.

I looked at the purple cloud soft brush, with dry ink, and held it in his stiff hand at this time. His body, because of being acupuncture points, has a little pale purple between his blood. Still dark ink, mixed with red cinnabar and rouge snow powder, when smelling, it has a faint fragrance.

It's a pity that good pen and ink are wasted.

I buried my head shallowly behind my body, touched my earlobe casually, and then showed a little curved sword eyebrows, as if smiling. I'm thinking about bad ideas, very bad ideas.

"Brother, what are you thinking? Let me go!" He blinked his thick black eyes, and the difference between black and white was clear and simple. In recent years, he has improved a lot and is much better, but his temper is still like a child, which makes people want to tease him.

A pair of confused eyes, mature, childish.

He likes to call me brother, but in fact, I don't have any blood relationship with him. Perhaps it can be said that I never call him my brother or name, because more or less, I feel that this kind of name, whether he calls me or me, is a particularly awkward thing.

I'm used to being alone and free. It's not suitable for a cold-hearted person like me.

I smiled faintly in response to his words, but I was still not in a hurry to help him untie the acupuncture point, but carefully pulled out the cloud purple soft brush from his index and middle fingers.

Good texture, the body of red sandalwood also gives this pen a lasting atmosphere of concentration. When holding it in the palm of his hand, he is still relatively good at it, although he hasn't moved his pen for a long time.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

“......”

"Brother, don't!"

“......”

"Brother, I'm really wrong, can't I?"

“......”

He kept shouting, but no matter how he shouted, he couldn't avoid it. He had to frown and be anxious. In the end, he simply gave up the struggle and let me paint his face, which was so uncomfortable.

I focused on writing on his face, like a piece of precious rice paper, spreading out the amazing picture axis.

It was only a flash, and the image of a broken child in those years had completely appeared vividly on his face. I looked at my masterpiece with satisfaction, which was lifelike, and the handwriting of a famous master was nothing more than that.

It's just... It's just a pity that the ink has not dried yet, and there are a few small shortcomings. I had to take out my fan and elegantly dry the excess ink stains on his face.

This method is called air drying, and the effect of cold air is probably better.

Yue Qinchuan maintained his original posture and couldn't move at all, but the expression on his face was clear and clear, clearly written four big characters: crying and laughing.

If you had known that you would still be caught today, why did you have to tease you like this at the beginning? Children's hearts are always inexplicably difficult to understand. I can't help asking myself that I didn't have much curiosity to play tricks on people. What's more, this is only a very small punishment, which is a small punishment and a big admonition, which is not too much.

I leaned against the hollow flower and wooden chair and drank a cup of tea. Unexpectedly, Piaobi was gone, and Ye'er was also sent away by me. At this time, the tea in the water cup was still hot, just like Piaobi's own hands, sweet and moist.

Looking at Yue Qinchuan's slightly painful and chagrin expression, I slightly raised two thick eyebrows. Several white candles in the room have been cut in half, and it has been almost time for fragrance. In this time, it is enough for him to have a sore back and neck. What's more, his two hands that are still hanging in the air should have been sore that they have been numb and closed.

I quietly covered the teacup, and a piece of flower pen flew out of my cuff at the same time.

The universe is upside down, and life begins at three o'clock.

The flower pen rotates upward in the air from low to high. After hovering a few laps higher, he finally flew behind his back and gently tapped him three times, but he pulled away in an instant and flew back to my cuffs.

Yue Qinchuan breathed a sigh of relief and didn't have time to tell me anything. He ran straight to the inner room, and the big basin rushed to his face. I snickered. The cinnabar rouge ink can not only make writing much smoother than ordinary ink, but also the biggest feature is that everything written by it can remain colorless for a long time. It is the favorite treasure of all talented writers.

I think Yue Qinchuan should know this better than me, otherwise, at this moment, he would not have been so anxious to lean against the edge of the basin and make a large action.

If it can really be washed away, it really has nothing to do with me. Usually, everyone is used to the handsome appearance of the owner of the Tibetan Flower Pavilion. If you change your appearance, it is also a kind of freshness, isn't it?

It's all my fault that this child has set so many traps for me. I suddenly remembered the kidnapping blackmail letter he sent that was not like a kidnapping letter... flower letter... Hey, why didn't I think of it? At that time, he already liked to play with my flower sticks, and naturally knew the size of the flowers clearly. Except for him, I really can't find a second person who can imitate my flowery so precisely that even I can't distinguish it very carefully. That's my own.

When Yue Qinchuan ran out of the inner room, he was wet and ticking sounded water constantly exposed from his clothes and spilled on the ground. The female ghost climbed out of the ancient wells of Jingxianju, but that's what it looks like. I really doubt whether he went to wash his face or accidentally put himself into the wooden basin to swim.

"Waka..." I held the folding fan against my eyes. The long eyelashes touched the fragrance of the fan and tried very hard to restrain my smile.

Look at that face again. How can I say? It's half washed, because the original clear picture has become a little blurred under the immersion of hot water and his continuous *. To put it bluntly, that is, his face became a piece of black flowers.

This appearance is really similar to what it looked like back then.

Yue Qinchuan looked at me and laughed, subconsciously covered his cheek, and then laughed. This makes me feel a little guilty. It seems that I'm really bullying him. However, this child is also very good at bullying me.

In the middle of the night, laughter was mixed.

Two big men were in the room with warm yellow candlelight, a blue shirt, black ink on their faces, blue lips half covered, and fan bones covering their faces.

He covered his face, put his buttocks on the hard bench, and gently wiped the bronze mirror.

With every subtle movement, there will be a rustling sound on his body, which should be the bell sound I have been hearing.

"Hey, why do you keep hanging a bell on yourself?" I looked at him curiously. Didn't he think the sound was too loud?

Yue Qinchuan curled his head, looked at me, then put down a piece of silk in his hand, and knotted something between his neck.

"Is this what I'm talking about?"

A small silver hollow sachet was held in the palm of his hand, and a small bell could be faintly seen in the middle of the sachet.

Light silver, shining light. At first glance, it has a sense of familiarity. This... should be Siwei's craftsmanship, right?

The sound comes from here.

I nodded slightly. If it hadn't been for this thing, I thought I would never have found him so soon.

"It's so big, and you still hang a sachet, although this thing is really special." I answered lightly, just a small question, and he didn't have to show it to me.

Yue Qinchuan stood up and looked at me angrily, "Brother, this was given to me by you back then!" If you hadn't said it, I wouldn't have brought it!"

As he spoke, he tied the bell back to his neck, looking very precious.

I sent it? Ha ha, no wonder I feel so familiar.

"Brother, take me with you."

"No, I'll leave this little sachet to you. You can tie it around your neck so that it will make a rustling sound. In this way, no matter where you go, I can find you as soon as possible."

......

Thinking of that conversation in a daze, it has been like a different world.

It's just a joke of a big child to a small child. I didn't expect him to remember it for so many years.

I fooled this paragraph with a smile. If he knew what happened back then, it was just a joke and I didn't know how he would react.

"Hey, where's my floating girl?"

I suddenly remembered this serious question. This boy, after playing, really robbed Piaobi.

"Biaobi? ..." He looked embarrassed and stopped talking. He couldn't say a complete word at all.

"What? Is something really wrong with Piao Bi? I looked at him nervously.

Yue Qinchuan shrugged his shoulders and looked at me helplessly, "There's something... But... I'd better come with me!"

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