The Words of the Number One

"Rongrong is very familiar, and she especially likes strangers. Seeing that you are tall, she wants you to hug her around in circles. Does it scare you?" Xin Ran picked up Rongrong from the ground, and looked at her with a sweet smile. I.

She has a unique gentle and firm temperament, and her voice is low and gentle, which makes people feel like spring breeze.

I bowed to her and replied: "Ma'am, you are serious. I just don't have this kind of experience, so I am a little flustered."

She turned her head to look at me for a while, then smiled and said, "You are Ah Zhi, right?"

"yes."

"I've been thinking about preparing a gift for you, but I haven't met you before, so I don't know what you like." Xin Ran blinked and said meaningfully: "But now I think of it, there is a gift for you You should like it. There is a very good painter in my house, would you like to give me an hour every day to let this painter paint a portrait for you? Probably... it can be done in seven days, how about it?"

I was a little surprised, and said: "Madam, this is too grand."

Xin Ran shook her head with a smile, and said softly, "You don't have to be polite to me, just say whether you want it or not."

"...of course I am willing."

She seemed very happy, and said with a smile: "That's it!"

"That's it!" Rong Rong repeated after Xin Ran, clapping her hands.

I don't get paid for nothing, it's hard to fathom Mrs. Xin's kindness to me.

Qingning Lord's Mansion is backed by the South Lake, and a Xiayin Pavilion for viewing the scenery was built by the South Lake, and a large lotus was planted on the bank. Mrs. Xin invited me to come here the next morning. I got up early the next morning, thinking that I couldn't wear the little pink jacket, so I picked out a sky blue dress embroidered with lotus flowers. I held the cyan crescent-shaped jade pendant that Ji Yu gave me for the first time and looked at it for a while, but it was still tied around my waist.

Since Mrs. Xin is looking for someone to do my portrait, I naturally have to dress up to show my respect. In fact, I didn't like being portrayed very much since I was a child. I kept half a shelf of her portraits in my room, and I couldn't bear to look at her portraits after seeing too many of them.

I think the artist who painted me probably did his best, but with my appearance here, of course he couldn't draw the cat as a tiger.

I waited in the pavilion for a while, and the sunlight gradually became stronger. Under the shade of the forest, insects and birds are singing, water vapor is blowing from the lake, lotus leaves are swaying, and distant mountains are faintly hidden in clouds and mists. It is indeed a beautiful summer scenery. Hearing the sound of footsteps, I turned my head to prepare to salute, but saw a man in purple clothes and tied hair standing in the breeze under the steps of the pavilion, and I froze in place for a moment.

He looked up at me, his amber red phoenix eyes slightly widened, his light purple hairband and clothes fluttered slightly, as if he was standing in a silent painting.

"Ah Zhi came so early." The beautiful woman walking out from behind him, broke the silent picture. Xin Ran held up her skirt and pulled Ji Yu, who was standing there, up the stairs into the pavilion, and said to me, "How about the painter I invited for you?"

I was taken aback, and said, "What Ma'am said is..."

"The best painter in my house is my cousin, your master, Young Master Ji Yu." Xin Ran waved his hand, and servants brought paints and paints one by one, and then maidservants came with rouge and gouache. Ji Yu frowned slightly and looked at Xin Ran, but Xin Ran smiled as usual and pulled him to sit down, saying: "You promised me to draw a portrait of my friend, a gentleman is hard to follow, you can't Go back on your word."

"Since when did Ah Zhi become your friend?"

"yesterday."

Ji Yu narrowed her eyes and looked at Xin Ran for a while, shook her head and sighed, picked up the pen, and met my eyes. There was no emotion in that gaze, and it just slipped away for a moment.

"Sit down," he said.

I lowered my eyes and responded, sitting on the stone bench, only feeling a little stiff in my body.

Xin Ran asked the maid to put on my makeup, and she said seriously: "Ji Yu is very serious and responsible once he starts painting, but he is usually too busy and can only paint for one hour a day. But you cooperate well, I think This portrait must please you."

I looked up at her, Xin Ran smiled and patted my shoulder and blinked, then said that she was going to find Rongrong to learn painting from her cousin and left first.

Zikou said that Xia Wan has served Ji Yu since she was a child, and has a good relationship with Mrs. Xin. Presumably, Xia Wan saw that Ji Yu and I were angry, so she told Xin Ran something and asked her to arrange it. Although it is a good intention, this situation is really embarrassing.

The servants left by Xin Ran stood far away at the foot of the pavilion, and there was only the sound of the wind, birdsong, sunlight, me and Ji Yu in the pavilion.

Since that night, I haven't seen him face to face or talked to him for about half a month. At this time, there was an easel in front of him, and he looked up at me from time to time, moving his eyes from my cheeks inch by inch and then up again, as if they were real. It made me more and more uncomfortable.

I sighed softly, and my eyes fell on his hand holding the pen. The white and slender hand with well-defined joints held the pen firmly, just like holding a chess piece and plucking the strings before, without any abnormality.

"Can your hands still draw?" I asked.

Ji Yu chuckled, looked at me and said jokingly, "What does this have to do with you? This is my hand, not A Yao's."

I was speechless for a while at his angry words, paused and laughed: "You are the one who painted me, not Ayao, I want to know if my painter is capable of drawing good works, and this also annoys you Are you angry?"

Ji Yu frowned. He looked at me for a while as if he was really angry, and then put on his usual half-smile expression, and said: "If you are really worried that the painting is not as good as adjusting the posture, so stiff as a stone, then No matter how skillful the painter is, he can't draw a masterpiece."

Let's pull one city each, and temporarily stop the drums and flags.

Not long after the pavilion was silent, a clear female voice sounded, and Rongrong called her uncle and ran all the way over. Ji Yu put down the pen in his hand very presciently, and caught Rong Rong's flying pounce. She looked up at Ji Yu and said, "Mother said she wants to prune flower branches, let me follow my cousin today to watch him paint!"

"Then you sit by the side, and when you get tired of watching, go to play with the nanny." Ji Yu seemed to have expected that she would not be able to sit still, and her voice was soft and smiling.

Looking at this scene, I felt that he might be a very good father in the future.

He is very gentle and sincere towards his relatives.

Rongrong saw me in a blink of an eye, her eyes lit up. She jumped off Jiyu's lap and ran to me, saying, "The new big sister!"

She smiled innocently and cutely, just like a New Year's doll. I couldn't help laughing too, and bent down to look at her: "Miss Rong, my name is Ah Zhi."

Rong Rong graciously called me Sister A Zhi, then ran back to Ji Yu and sat down beside him to watch him draw. Such a young child didn't know if she could understand it, but she looked very serious, she took a pen and laid a piece of white paper next to her to draw. Ji Yu glanced at her and let her go.

After drawing for a while, Rong Rong excitedly dropped her pen and ran over to show it to me. There was a big-headed doll on the paper, which made people laugh, and the immature brushwork didn't look like mine, but I clapped my hands and praised: "Miss Rong Very well drawn, I can't even hold a pen steady at your age."

Rongrong was very happy when she heard the words, and folded the painting several times and handed it to me earnestly. I took the painting and asked Rongrong: "Your cousin draws so well, why don't you show the painting to him?"

The little girl glanced at Ji Yu, and said with a moaning voice, "My cousin will definitely say that my paintings are ugly! My cousin always says that."

I looked at Ji Yu in surprise, and Ji Yu glanced at us and didn't speak.

He is obviously a master at coaxing, but it seems that the more sincere he treats people, the less coaxing he is, such as Gu Ling, Shen Baiwu, and the young Rong Rong.

Rongrong ran to Ji Yu's side for a while, and ran to me for a while, the atmosphere eased a lot, and I gradually relaxed. After an hour passed, Ji Yu put down her pen and turned her wrist.

Seeing him put down the pen, Rongrong jumped onto Ji Yu's lap to ask him to hug her, but Ji Yu smiled and looked at me. I suddenly had a bad feeling, and I heard him say: "Sister Ah Zhi is also very good at flying. , Rongrong go find Sister Ah Zhi and give her a hug."

I was just in a daze for the little girl to jump up to me, hugged my leg and said, "Sister Ah Zhi, hold me and fly!"

...I really can't.

I knelt down and she hugged my neck, I patted her on the back and looked at Ji Yu: "Master, I have never held a child before, I am afraid..."

Ji Yu put her hands behind her back, but smiled and said nothing, as if she didn't intend to help me at all.

I suddenly realized that he rarely put his hands behind his back. The last time I saw him was when his sword was knocked off by Gu Ling, and the last time was when Mu Yun was playing the piano.

Presumably his hands were weak, and he didn't want Rongrong to notice.

I was stunned, then sighed, and clumsily hugged Rongrong resignedly. Fortunately, she was still light and hugged my neck obediently, but when I straightened my body, I froze. Ji Yu saw my awkward look and said, "Hold her leg with your right arm, and protect her back with your left arm."

I moved my arms according to his instructions, and managed to hug Rongrong firmly and comfortably, Ji Yu looked at me for a moment and couldn't help laughing, shaking her head and said: "You are too stupid. "

There was a faint fragrance of milk on Rongrong's body. She put her arms around my neck and looked at me, followed by her cousin and said with a smile: "Sister Ah Zhi is so stupid!"

I was amused by her appearance, and I made a gesture to let go: "Then I threw Miss out?"

Rongrong immediately hugged my neck tightly, giggled and said no. I hugged her around several times, and Rongrong let go of one arm excitedly and shouted, "You are flying so high!"

Wei people are generally short, and I am tall from the north, no wonder Rongrong has been catching me and Ji Yu, who are the tallest, for a hug. Rong Rong was happy for a while and asked Ji Yu to hug her again, but Ji Yu still shook her head and said, "Then my uncle wants to ask you about your homework, and he will only hug you when you answer the questions."

Rongrong pursed her mouth and said, "No, my cousin hugs me!"

Ji Yu smiled and circled her. I saw his hands behind his back from the side. His left hand grasped the wrist of his right hand, and the slender fingers of his right hand seemed to be trembling uncontrollably.

Just a very, very slight, imperceptible tremor.

His hands don't seem to be able to do delicate work for a long time, such as playing the piano and drawing pictures, but he has always been well camouflaged. Since Xin Ran asked him to take a portrait of me, she didn't know that there was something wrong with Ji Yu's hands.

What kind of mood would this person feel when he just found out that his hand was useless?

He couldn't play his favorite tunes, couldn't hold a sword, and had to draw intermittently. Did he break down in pain at night and be fragmented, but during the day he cleaned up and tidied up all the pieces and greeted people with a smile on his face.

Ji Yu looked at me, narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled, "What are you thinking about?"

I looked up at him and replied, "I was thinking... the pictures you drew for me must be very nice."

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