She opened her mouth, but in the end said nothing.
Just as she turned and walked out of the cave, the corners of Zhou Yang's tightly pursed lips lifted slightly.
After a while, her light voice could be heard echoing throughout the mountains.
In the mountains and forests,
When Song Li heard the news brought by others, he was overjoyed, but he suddenly stopped after running only two steps.
He pounded his legs in frustration and cursed with a smile: "Song Li, Song Li, are you stupid?"
Afterwards, he called on the villagers who were looking for the person to go down the mountain. His excitement made many people wonder if there was something wrong with his brain.
On the mountain peak,
Shu Miao returned to the cave and saw that it had stopped raining, so he took off his raincoat, shook off the water on it, and put it on the ground as a cushion.
The moment she sat down, she couldn't help but sigh.
So comfortable~
It would be even better if I could lie down...
After resting for a while, Shu Miao couldn't sit still anymore as he watched the sunset sinking further into the west.
"Zhou Yang, can you draw faster? You're so slow, it's almost dark, don't you know?"
"It's almost there, just wait a moment." He glanced at her with a smile, his smiling eyes seemed to be filled with tiny starlight.
Shu Miao was stunned. Is he so polite?
no!
Since you are so polite, what else can I, a wicked person, do?
She looked away a little uncomfortably and closed her mouth angrily.
But there is nothing to kill time in this cave. She is so bored.
My eyes unconsciously fell on him again, and were quickly attracted by his hand holding the pen.
His hands were as slender as jade, and with every turn and dip of his pen, he exuded an aura of confidence in victory.
In a flash, I thought of his sharp handwriting and couldn't help laughing.
That’s right, calligraphy and painting are inseparable!
I just wonder what kind of surprises a person with such unique handwriting can create in painting?
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