Gu Zhengxun got up from the table and looked at his apprentice, "little girl, in order to please the master, I don't want to say that. I'm old."

"Shifu is not old, and he has a smell of immortality."

Gu Zhengxun said with a smile, "now that you young people have seen many novels and TV dramas, you will be able to use immortals."

"No, it's not the spirit of immortality. It's the spirit of master. It's the uncle model that everyone likes very much now. I think if the nun cares about you, she should be with you."

Gu Zhengxun looked a little hurt and said, "in fact, Shifu is not young. He is from your father's generation."

After a pause, Gu Zheng said, "maybe older than your father."

Yunbiliu opened her mouth in surprise. "Master, you're not joking with me, are you? You look like you're in your early 40s at most, and that's what everyone says about you. "

Gu Zhengxun laughs. Just now, the sadness in his heart is gone. He thinks that this apprentice is still a pistachio sometimes.

"Little girl, Shifu is also afraid of getting old, so other people recognize Shifu's age wrong. Does Shifu have to go up and correct it?"

Cloud Bi Lu nods, "that pour is also."

As she said this, yunbilu looked at her master. In fact, she was a little sad. She was so old that she felt sorry for her master.

In the past, I always felt that I could find my father in Shifu, but I would feel that Shifu was young and unrealistic to be a father.

But now that I know it, I feel sad. Master should have had his wife and children by his side, but he can only look at one picture without any pictures.

"Little girl, what's your expression? Does Shifu look poor?"

Yunbiliu shakes her head. She just thinks that she must help Shifu find her mistress in the future.

It should be very good to let master think about such a person. Besides, seeing the painting just now, the teacher's wife should be very beautiful.

People say that face comes from heart. When she looks at the portrait, she thinks that she must be very good.

In the evening, yunbiliu finished his exercise, finished his meal and went into the study.

When she sat at her desk reading, she also tried to pick up the pen to write and draw.

But at this time, she only had Huang Yize's figure in her mind. As if she closed her eyes, his perfect and noble figure would be engraved in her mind.

Yunbiliu almost did not need to think about it and began to draw huangyize.

In fact, her mobile phone is broken, and now there are no photos and portraits of Huang Yize. I miss her before, but I just recall it in my mind.

She also saw the portrait of the teacher's wife today, and then she felt something.

The expression of yunbiliu holding the pen is very serious. After a while, Huang Yize's figure is on the paper.

Looking at Huang Yize with clear eyebrows, yunbiliu feels very close to him.

In fact, people's feelings can not deceive themselves, especially in such deep feelings, Huang Yize is also good to her, she is easy to think of him.

When taking a bath, I would think that she didn't take the change of clothes, but he took them for her.

He also blew her hair when it was wet.

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. She patted her head and was thinking of tearing the portrait, but she couldn't bear it. Finally, she folded it up and took it back to the room.

After coming out of the study, yunbiliu looked at the moon in the sky and exclaimed, "I don't know what he is doing now?"