Chapter 74 Wolf Husband (3)
The little maid came to Han Ruomei's boudoir with the scroll in her hands and whispered: "Miss, the master has sent the portrait."
"Who wants to see what portrait?" After Han Ruomei opened the door, she angrily knocked the scroll in the maid's hand to the ground. In her opinion, those matchmakers were all liars, and no matter how good they were, the young masters were actually inferior. His eyes were just like the prince she saw last year. The portrait looked handsome, but when they met, he turned out to be fat and vulgar.
The little maid was frightened and hurriedly went to pick up the scroll that had fallen to the ground. Unexpectedly, as soon as her hand touched it, a gust of wind suddenly blew. Wind in April must be a sign of rain. For a while, the flowers and leaves in front of the house were flying. , the wind made it difficult to open one's eyes, and the scroll was unfolded in front of Han Ruomei with the power of this wind. For a moment, Han Ruomei was stunned. The young man in the painting was handsome and mighty, with a smile on his face, as if he were alive, as if he was still looking at her. This made her face slightly hot, and she hurriedly instructed the maid: "Pick up the scroll and put it on my desk."
"Miss..." The maid didn't understand what Han Ruomei meant.
Han Ruomei became even more shy when the maid asked, and pretended to be angry and said, "Put that portrait in my room, don't you understand?"
"Slave, go pick it up right away!" The little maid finally understood, feeling indescribably happy.
When the maid sent the scroll into Han Ruomei's room, Han Ruomei pushed the maid away and closed the door and window. She did nothing but stared blankly at the scroll on the table. She recalled over and over again the time when the wind started blowing. The moment she opened the scroll, she felt her heart skip a beat. She didn't know whether it was because the person in the painting was too lifelike or for some other reason, but she was so embarrassed that she didn't even know it. Dare you open that painting again. Sitting like this lasted an afternoon. This was the longest afternoon she had ever spent. She didn't read or write, she just sat like that. But she didn't feel bored. The girl's heart was both shy and bold, just waiting. When night comes, she can see Lang Yan again.
In the evening, Han Qingmu ordered food to be delivered to Han Ruomei's room, but Han Ruomei withdrew the food without taking a bite. Han Qingmu thought Han Ruomei was still losing her temper, so she didn't interfere. Who would have known that Han Ruomei would actually miss the person in the painting. After everyone in Han's house fell asleep, Han Ruomei held the oil lamp and opened the scroll. It was something Han Ruomei had never heard of that such vivid characters could be drawn on white paper and black ink. The people in the painting became more active after nightfall, sometimes smiling and sometimes silent. What surprised Han Ruomei was that they were just Why did the painting change so much?
"How could it be..." The oil lamp shone on Han Ruomei's blushing face, and the cherry mouth became even more red. The image of the person in the painting appeared in his mind unconsciously, as if this person was standing in front of him, making his breathing quicken. . Touching her hot face, Han Ruomei felt that she could no longer watch it. She couldn't bear to roll up the scroll, so she lay down on the bed, covered herself with quilt and closed her eyes, forcing herself to stay away from the boundless imagination. However, the more I tried to control it, the harder it became, and that longing actually stole into my dream. In the dream, there was a peach blossom forest surrounded by fairy mist. Han Ruomei didn't know that when she was lost, she actually saw the young man. The young man was standing in the middle of the peach blossom forest, smiling and saying nothing.
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