Chapter 1452: The bullied she and the autistic male **** 18

Chapter 1452: The bullied she and the autistic male **** 18

Gardens, rockeries, waterfalls, beautiful European-style red buildings.

On Saturday morning, Shu Ange took a car to his home and saw a beautiful manor and villa in a suburb far away from the hustle and bustle.

This is where Ju Yongzhen rests and recuperates. He likes quietness and is tired of noise, and rarely lives in urban areas unless necessary.

This is also the reason why the home industry spreads all over the country, but Ju Yongzhen lives in Shilin City, which is not very developed, along with his mother.

The bright sunshine dispels the cold of winter.

The housekeeper brought Shu Ange to the front of the Xiaohonglou. Ju Yongzhen was wearing a light yellow sweater and light blue jeans. With a paintbrush in his hand, he concentrated on painting.

His eyelashes are long, and his slightly curly hair trembles in the wind, and he is as noble and elegant as a prince.

"Senior Ju, good morning."

Shu Ange said hello with a smile, but Ju Yongzhen didn't look up, she walked to his easel consciously.

Unexpectedly, what he is painting is not the scenery in front of him, but the streets full of the style of the Republic of China.

Rickshaws, old-fashioned Ford cars, traditional characters on the signboard, pedestrians wear long robes and watermelon hats, and some wear suits and top hats.

The more Shu Ange looked at this picture, the more familiar it became, and a picture that had been covered in dust for a long time appeared in his mind.

The car is like flowing water and horses are like dragons. After Ju Yongzhen painted the complicated background, he painted a girl in a dress and a satin umbrella.

Ju Yongzhen only drew a back view, the girl was holding her waist and she was wearing white lace gloves.

Memories emerged like a tide, Shu Ange's eyes were slightly stunned, and countless shocks filled his heart.

"I seem to know the person you drew..."

She said these words in a low voice, and Ju Yongzhen's pen stopped for a while, and then she continued to seriously describe the lace skirt and shoes of the girl's small dress.

He painted very meticulously, and the folds on the lace of the skirt were all drawn little by little.

After finishing all the drawings, Ju Yongzhen put down the pen and moved his eyes to Shu Ange.

"Want to visit my studio?"

"Really? I'm looking forward to it."

Ju Yongzhen left the easel and walked towards the Xiaohonglou, Shu Ange followed closely behind him.

The studio is spacious and bright, with retro and elegant decoration, and the types of paintings are even more dazzling. Oil painting, Chinese painting, sketch painting, fine brush painting, all kinds of categories are available.

But almost all the paintings have the same theme - the Republic of China.

Shu Ange stopped in front of a two-meter-wide scroll, which was a picture of a dinner party. The paper is drunk with gold, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed, and the style of the Republic of China is fully displayed.

Such a complicated, yet not cluttered painting, if it is brought to an auction, it will surely sell for a good price.

The familiar back came into view again, this time, there was another tall figure in military uniform.

Thousands of mountains and rivers have crossed, and the dawn and the twilight of the year.

Shu Ange did not expect that she would be here and see her and Liu Huaijin's past.

It's just that in all the paintings, all of them are back or side faces, and none of them are front faces.

"These are all my dreams."

Ju Yongzhen's eyes are distant, and her tone is cold, like dew dripping on lotus leaves.

With his character, being able to say so many words in one day is already very impressive.

"Can you lend me a pen? I have seen the person in your painting before."

Shu Ange's words caused Ju Yongzhen's calm eyes to have a few more cracks.

It's just a dream. Countless people have told him this sentence, and he will not explain it to others except quietly painting everything in the dream.

If he dreamed of the real world scene, even if he crossed the sea of ​​swords and flames, he would still find the person in his dream.

But this is the Republic of China. Even if he travels all over the seven continents and four oceans, he still cannot reach the Republic of China.

He also rummaged through the history books, but could not find any information about the person in the painting. Obviously in his dream, they should be heroic couples who turned the tide and saved the country from danger.

Ju Yongzhen opened an easel, put a new piece of paper on it, and brought a palette and brushes.

Shu Ange sat on the chair and picked up the paintbrush. After closing his eyes and meditating for a while, he lifted the paintbrush and drew a beautiful outline of the face.

Ju Yongzhen stood behind Shu Ange, silently staring at the gradually enriched canvas.

Time flies so fast when you are fully focused.

Shu Ange was completely immersed in the painting. When the last stroke was finished, she let out a long sigh of relief and put down the brush.

"My wrist is a little sore."

In the painting, a girl in a light blue dress is snuggling up on a man in a military uniform and a big-brimmed hat.

There is a clear age gap between the two, and the girl's eyes are bright and playful. The masculine temperament is stern, but the eyes that look sideways at the girl are full of hidden tenderness.

Two people with very different temperaments stand together, inexplicably harmonious, and even make the viewers have the urge to cry.

The figure of the person in the painting is almost exactly the same as that painted by Ju Yongzhen.

His fingers lightly touched the half-wet ink, and a voice in his heart told him that this was the person in his dream, what he saw in his dream.

Ju Yongzhen closed his eyes, and in those familiar scenes, the girl who always had her back to him finally turned around.

Her sweet smile looks like a sweet breeze with sweet osmanthus flowers, and her graceful and charming figure makes people dream.

In a blink of an eye, the girl's face seemed to be the face of the person in front of her.

"The target character's favorability is +30, and the current favorability is 50."

Ju Yongzhen opened his eyes and looked at Shu Ange deeply.

"Did you dream about them too?"

At this moment, Shu Ange didn't know what to use to describe his mood.

Moving? miss? Or reluctant.

It turned out that in the pursuit of life after life, he was also enduring the torment of lovesickness.

She smiled slightly, rubbing her fingers lightly on the canvas.

"Is it a dream? Do you want to hear a story, I can tell you a little bit every time."

"Um."

Shu Ange's eyes wandered, and Xianxian Su pointed lightly: "Let's start with that painting."

She was referring to the picture of the banquet that looked very lively. Who knew that there were murderous conspiracies and calculations hidden under the banquet.

"Okay."

Shu Ange is very good at telling stories. She stood in front of the picture scroll, closed her eyes slightly, and told the distant story.

"In the literati's pen and ink, the Republic of China, which is shrouded in romanticism, is actually an era of chaos and chaos. In that turbulent era, a naive and romantic girl with a dream of saving the country met an iron-blooded patriotic warlord..."

Her tone was soft and sweet, like a soft serenade.

The story she told killed Xiao Liang and brought people back to the Republic of China where blood was filled with blood and the country fell apart.

Ju Yongzhen listened very seriously. He always felt that she was not telling a story, but the magnificent life of a pair of legendary lovers.

"When the people were trampled by the iron hoofs of the invaders, the prosperous sea market sang and danced, and everyone indulged in this false prosperity. If you want to pacify the enemy, you must have enough weapons and troops, so Liu Huaijin took the risk and planned to have a banquet at the banquet. Get rid of two evil traitors and take over their turf."