kingnovel Chapter 888 Jing Yuan x Original Heroine 18
Chapter 888 Jing Yuan x Original Heroine 18
"Forget it, use it if you want." Jing Yuan showed a faint smile at the corner of his lips. He narrowed his slightly sleepy eyes and sighed helplessly.
After Jiao Qiu and Lin Qian turned around and left, Jing Yuan looked at Lin Qian's back as she walked away. After a long time, he slowly stood up.
Jing Yuan ground the ink again, then he took out the portrait of him painted by Lin Qian, which Yan Qing gave him yesterday, from the drawer and hung it next to it.
Jing Yuan then spread out a new piece of drawing paper. Then, he picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and turned the tip of the brush slightly like flowing water.
Jing Yuan glanced at the portrait and lightly painted on the paper, but he was not painting. Instead, he seemed to be imitating the pen-holding posture and pen-lifting habits of some old person.
Jing Yuan frowned slightly, as if he was confirming and verifying something about Lin Qian. His warm eyes were like a deep lake, making it difficult to fathom.
Here, Lin Qian and Jiao Qiu found a picturesque place in the Shen Ce Mansion, set up an easel, brought in chairs and stools, and built a small piece of heaven and earth.
Lin Qian and Jiao Qiu were really studying professional aspects of painting seriously. Jiao Qiu was a famous painter and patiently guided Lin Qian in painting techniques.
As the sky grew darker, they continued to discuss until night.
"You always like to add poems to your paintings. So which ancient poem do you think would be best to write on this painting?" After finishing a painting, Lin Qian stood up and gave the seat she was sitting to Jiao Qiu.
"Qianqian is a doctor in this field, but since you asked, I would be disrespectful to refuse."
Jiao Qiu glanced at Lin Qian with a smile that was extremely gentle and exuded charming charm.
Jiao Qiu sat where Lin Qian was sitting and picked up the brush. The brush in his hand was like a lively elf, jumping and dancing.
"Today, Jiao Jiao taught me martial arts, and I benefited a lot. Jiao Jiao, don't be so modest in front of me."
Lin Qian then told Jiao Qiu about the content of the painting. Simply put, she painted a scene of a woman rowing a boat with a man who was rejected by her unrequited love.
This is a classic scene from a famous storybook that Lin Qian has read.
Lin Qian used her brush to depict the scene truthfully, as if the woman's sadness and helplessness were about to overflow from the drawing paper.
After hearing this, Jiao Qiu smiled gently, and that smile was like warm sunshine, shining on Lin Qian's heart.
After a moment's thought, Jiaoqiu inscribed a poem on the painting, adding some emotion to it.
"Here, look." Jiao Qiu stood up, with a smile as warm as the spring breeze on his face, and looked at Lin Qian gently.
However, who could have expected that when Lin Qian walked closer and saw clearly the poem written by Jiao Qiu, a door to distant memories seemed to be opened in her mind.
In an instant, thoughts surging like the tide spread wildly in her mind.
"Two oars, the waves are calm, and the green mountains are on both sides of the bank. You go home and I go home, and we talk about how to live."
"I will never think about you, and you should not think about me. Give the heart you once gave me to others."
Lin Qian seemed to recall a similar experience from the past, long, long ago.
Jing Yuanyuan seemed to have responded and rejected her feelings in the same way in the past, and his words in response to her were exactly this poem.
"Can you give the heart you once held in my heart to someone else..." Lin Qian murmured these words softly. Today, her madness came on earlier than in the past few days.
In fact, since the moment Lin Qian stepped into Luofu, perhaps because he saw familiar scenery and old friends, the abnormal time became longer and longer.