Chapter 321 Plain Pen Love

All night, I sat in the study, and the wind outside the house was like a roar of a horse.

Suddenly, when he raised his head, Yang Yanzhao found that the oil lamp covered with paper-cutting on the table had already withered, and the light was getting weaker and weaker, and it seemed that it would soon go out.

The wind gradually stopped, and it was already dawn. He rubbed his drowsy forehead. Yang Yanzhao blew out the oil lamp, opened the door and walked out. The fresh cold air rushed to his face, and he suddenly felt a little awake.

Taking a few deep breaths made most of the depression and irritability in my chest disappear. I didn't think about that difficult thing for the time being. I practiced a set of fists in the courtyard, and people also got up one after another.

After washing up, Chen Moer's little girl happily hugged the rabbit to play with Yang Yanzhao. She was dressed in a long floral jacket, combed with two cute double-ring buns, and inserted a butterfly silver hairpin. As she jumped, the butterfly decorated on the silver hairpin swayed happily on the bun.

Seeing that Chen Moer was dressed beautifully, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help pinching her face, "Muer is really beautiful today. Is this going to be the little fairy that day?"

"Gig..."

The little girl smiled extremely happily and stretched out her little hand to hold the hairpin on her head for fear that she would mess up the bun just now. Seeing that the bun was not messy, a pair of clear big eyes narrowed into an extremely beautiful crescent moon. "Sir, have you forgotten? It will be the beginning of the year in two days. Today's father... Housekeeper Chen took us to the street to buy a holiday. Goods, so that you can play in the market at the end.

In this house all day long, Chen Moer is still a little bored. Now it's good for Housekeeper Chen to go out to buy New Year's goods and take her around.

It's just a pity that there are heavy soldiers outside the house, and Yang Yanzhao also needs to endure and sneak, otherwise he can relax.

After breakfast, Housekeeper Chen went out with Chen Moer and two servants. The little girl wanted to pull Zuo Posi forward, but the latter refused with a smile, but Yang Yanzhao still saw a trace of desire in her eyes.

Perhaps, this saint, who is respected by the Liao people and the witch religion, has never been like a girl's home, walking in a variety of cities, carrying those beads and jade rings.

Everyone, in addition to getting it, always has his own loss.

I just didn't expect to start the year so soon. Yang Yanzhao was alone in the yard with his hands on his back, and the lounge chair beside him was full of intoxicating golden light, but today he was no longer idle and lazy.

Looking up to the south, there are layers of clouds and mountains and rivers. I don't know if they are safe now?

Yang Yanzhao here missed Bian Liangcheng more than ever before. His mind was full of a smile of several women. In a trance, he saw Zhang Qian and Li Zhi walking towards him with books and drinks.

Unconsciously, the corners of his eyes were slightly wet, and he sighed deeply. Yang Yanzhao whispered, "Every festival, I miss my relatives, I miss my relatives..."

With that, sleeping on the lounge chair, the sun was very warm, but the body curled up together, as if it felt extremely cold.

not far away, Zuo Posha, who relied on the handrail of the corridor to bask in the sun, naturally saw this scene. Looking at Yang Yanzhao's lonely back, a trace of intolerance flashed in his eyes, sighed in a low voice, and then looked up at the boundless sky, with a little confusion between his eyebrows.

Perhaps, it reminds me of the uninvent past.

Housekeeper Chen didn't come back until sunset. They bought a bunch of big and small bags. Although the little girl Chen Moer was a little tired in her eyes, she was still happily talking to Yang Yanzhao about what she had seen in the market.

Which side has opened a new restaurant, beating gongs and drums, and the street is bustling; or whose house has replaced the old peach charm; or a brand-new big red lantern is hung in front of the inn.

The little girl said happily, and Yang Yanzhao listened carefully, occasionally saying a word or two to echo, which was also quite a happy conversation.

And on their side, Zuo Po Sa sat there, looking at the chattering Chen Moer silently, and a trace of vague memories emerged.

That year, she was still a child. The master seemed to take her down the mountain to see the dimly lit market and eat the delicious snack. When she rose up, she would ride her on her neck and watch the vaudeville surrounded by the crowd.

It's just that all this is too far away from her now.

Since the master became the master, she has become a saint respected by everyone. Since then, no one will take Zuo Po to play down the mountain, and no one will care about the sadness and joy in her heart.

All she can do is to carry the aura of the saint behind her back, not to laugh, not to be happy or sad.

For a long time, Zuo Po-she heard a call in her ear and came to her senses, but saw Chen Moer pulling the corners of her clothes, and her little face was full of concern, "Sister Zuo, what's wrong with you?"

Reaching out her hand and gently stroked the little girl's face as if she had been herself, and Zuo Posha showed a smiling face, "Sister is fine. Is it okay for you to talk to your sister about the scenery in the market?"

"Of course," the little girl got into Zuo Po's arms. Her dark eyes turned around, and then smiled and said, "That's right, Sister Zuo, I saw juggling people from the Western Regions in the market. They dressed so strangely, but what's more interesting is that they can spit fire out of their mouths..."

Chen Moer seemed to be talking about happiness. As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes with a smile, and Zuo Bashi, who listened to her, seemed to be a different person and laughed from time to time.

Seeing this situation, Yang Yanzhao touched his chin. It seemed that the mother-in-law was a little different today.

After dinner, Yang Yanzhao nestled in his study quietly, holding a dark charcoal block in his hand, staring at the lights, and his eyes were full of sadness.

After a long time, he put away his thoughts. Yang Yanzhao quickly drew the charcoal block on the rice paper in his hand. In a short time, he could see the outline of a small yard.

He stopped, frowned and sighed, and his hands danced quickly. Soon, the peach tree in the corner of the courtyard leaped on the paper, and the shy flowers full of jade attracted a few bees and butterflies. Under the breeze, a few green leaves swayed in the wind.

The eight sisters under the tree and Pai Feng are smiling and counting a few sweet and crisp peaches this year. not far away, next to the stone table, Luo's skirt reflects the beautiful shadow. Chai Qingyun is holding a scroll and is looking attentively, frying slightly, as if he is thinking about some important sentences.

Next to the steps in front of the yard, the Luo girl in a skirt was fiddling with the herbs. The jade hand held the herbs in front of her nose and gently sniffed the nose to distinguish the medicinal properties.

On the side of the corridor, Biyue sat on the pony and carefully picked up the vegetables. The smoke rose in the room. Aunt Zhang, who wiped her hands, poked out her face, and her eyes were full of happy smiles.

At the door, Zhang Qian and Li Zhizheng, who came back, raised their feet and stepped into the yard. Perhaps Li Zhi played his mouth again, which made Zhang Qian stare at him angrily.

The charcoal pen wanders like a snake, and it was completed in one go. This once most familiar scene appeared on the rice paper.

After drawing these, Yang Yanzhao's hand was deadlocked in mid-air. His white fingers tightly pinched the charcoal pen, and the silky of charcoal ash fell on the desk.

After the murder in the blood-red eyes, it was heartbroken and sad.

After a while, the charcoal pen danced deftly again, and there were more than a dozen more people in the yard. Guo Huai looked at Xiao Muchun, Zhu Li and others who were practicing martial arts in front of them, either punching or kicking. It seemed that they had been practicing for a long time. Each of them had sweat beads on their foreheads, and their bodies were also shaking.

The charcoal pen stopped, but the tears fell down.

At this time, Yang Yanzhao became more and more aware that happiness is ordinary, but this ordinary life also made him feel out of reach.

His hand gently stroked the sketch of rice paper. For a long time, Yang Yanzhao folded the rice paper and put it in his arms and put it in his heart. Maybe in this way, home is in his heart.

After calming down, she took another piece of rice paper, and the charcoal pen continued to fly. Soon Chen Moer, who was holding the rabbit, appeared in front of him. The little girl's big eyes as usual smiled into a crescent moon, which was extremely cute.

After painting Chen Moer, Yang Yanzhao hesitated for a moment, and his hand gently raised and fell down. Under the swaying of the light, Zuo Po sat next to the little girl, just like tonight. The two talked and laughed, and were extremely happy.

When the last stroke was finished, the charcoal pen in his hand could not be picked up. He threw it aside and looked at the blackened fingers. Yang Yanzhao sighed faintly.

When it's time for the family reunion at the beginning of the year, this painting can be regarded as a gift for the little girl.

"Sister Zuo!"

The next day, in the yard, Chen Mo'er shouted and rushed into Zuo Po Sa's room, and was really shocked by the latter who was dressing up. He quickly left the mahogany comb in his hand and asked, "What's the matter, Mo'er?"

The little face is still a lovely smile. Chen Mo'er's baby seems to take the rice paper in her hand in front of Zuo Po-pa. "Sister Zuo, look, this is the New Year's gift from the prince to Mo'er!"

Looking at the beautiful eyes, I saw a faint black ink-like ink on the rice paper, but a few strokes brought her and Chen Moer to lifelike, and even the three-winged warbler feathers on yesterday's phoenix bun were so lifelike.

In the painting, her smiling face is like a flower, and her eyes are tender.

Is this still her?

Zuo Po said in a low voice. In his memory, he hadn't seen such a smiling face for a long time.

"Sister Zuo, what's wrong with you? Isn't this painting beautiful? The prince is really amazing. He is really omnipotent, but he is very powerful!"

Hearing the words, Zuo Poqi came to her senses. She did find the unusualness of this painting method. The writing was extremely simple, but she grasped Shen Yun. Obviously, it was everyone's work.

Touching Chen Moer's head, Zuo Poqi nodded gently, "Indeed, the painting is very beautiful."

It seemed to have noticed her strangeness. Chen Moer raised her little head and stared at Zuo Po for a moment. Finally, she gritted her teeth and handed the rice paper to the front. "Sister Zuo, Moer gives this to you."

"Give it to me?"

Zuo Poqi obviously didn't expect that there was a trace of surprise on her beautiful face, and then she smiled and whispered, "This is his gift to Mo'er. How can my sister receive it?"

Shaking the corners of Zuo's clothes, Chen Mo'er said very seriously, "Mue'er likes the prince and sister Zuo, but Mo'er knows that there should be a misunderstanding between the prince and the left sister. Although the prince smiles all day long, his heart is extremely bitter, and Sister Zuo is also hiding her mind. I really hope you can be happy.

Speaking of this, the little girl's face was a little gloomy. "Although this painting was given to Mo'er, it is difficult to see Sister Zuo's smile on the painting, so Mo'er gave this painting to Sister Zuo, hoping that Sister Zuo can laugh like this every day."

Her eyes were a little sour. Zuo Po-ah hugged Chen Moer into her arms and muttered to herself, "Thank you, Mo'er..."