Chapter 447

Nuoyu looks back at the painter kneeling on the ground. The warm spring breeze can't compare with the warm breath on her body, which makes people can't help being close to her.

"Painter, I wonder if you can go out with me later. I want to draw what I see?"

He was just making an excuse to stay with her a little longer.

Qian Jin did not look up, so he did not see the lonely and lonely look, did not see that moment of dim eyes.

Nuo and did not let Qianjin look up, so he did not see Qianjin mouth proud smile, did not see her twinkling eyes.

They didn't see each other inside.

At this time, Qian Jin can't see the person standing in front of her. Instead, she is the teenager who reaches out to him in the bone cold world.

She remembered how she came to her that day in Washington, D.C., and how powerful and proud the once dignified teenager was.

In the past, the gaudy clothes were changed into coarse cloth clothes. There was only a dilapidated old house in the courtyard of the former hall. The spirited people in the past were already thin and bony.

That's why she came back.

At the beginning, she watched Nuo and was bullied by other family members, which was not reconciled. At last, she met the hidden door by accident, and she joined in.

Once warm soul has been distorted by five years of misery, Nuo and character endure a lot, no longer so high spirited.

However, it is still Qian Jin who swore to protect her life.

A few days later, the auction in the city

"Qian Jin?"

A call finally calls back Qian Jin's consciousness of wandering outside the sky. The noisy but lively atmosphere around her suddenly wakes her up.

"Sorry, young master."

Nuoyu is quite uncomfortable with this kind of address, but he doesn't know what to say.

"Forget it, nothing?"

Then he turned his face to the other side.

That way, how to look like a child in anger.

My brother talked to him this morning. He said that he liked the painter very much.

Qian Jin silently smiles in her heart and says nothing.

Qian Jin doesn't know what's wrong with her today. Since she left the mansion, she has been wandering around the world for no reason.

"Qian Jin, you see this hairpin is quite suitable for you. I'll take it as my young master's reward."

As soon as Qian Jin regained her mind, she saw that the young face was full of excitement and happiness. The pure light was like the ultimate light, which made Qian Jin feel stunned.

"Here, I'll put it on for you."

This is the age of expression.

She, suddenly a little confused.

Was her departure right or wrong?

But people from other families are eyeing her. If she leaves at this time

At night, the bright stars twinkle in the sky, just like the lingering dimple in Qianjin's mind during the day.

With the opposite warmth of the stars, nuoyu approached her without any trace.

"When I go out with you, I have a different flavor."

Qian Jin's face, which was constantly flashing in her mind, suddenly appeared in front of her at the moment, which made her suddenly stagnate.

"In fact, there is nothing good in the world."

That year's famine made him really see the so-called hell on earth. People were competing to change their food, struggling to save their lives, fearing that they would be eaten, and living deliberately.

There was a long silence, and neither of them spoke.

"I've been in the mansion since I was born. My father always asked me to practice. Alas, I don't like it, but for the sake of my family If I can, I hope I can travel around the world when I am old. "

Of course, it's best to be with you.

In fact, he was also testing whether she was what she was.

That pair of pure eyes twinkled with the light of hope, so that the stars in the sky are dwarfed.

"If the young master does not give up, the little girl will accompany his majesty."

At the end of the speech, the face with a touch of sadness suddenly blooms a touching smile, which makes Qianjin's heart suddenly surge with a throb.

Inexplicable feelings, diffuse between the two.

Moonlight, like glass, spreads all over the place.

However, there was an unexpected storm. Two days later, the sound of sword collision outside suddenly broke the glass in a room.

One after another, the sad cries shook Qianjin's eardrum. She remembered that it belonged to the Lord's guard.

"Nuoyu, please get out of here. It's no longer safe here."

At the end of the speech, Qian Jin didn't pay attention to Nuo Yu's reaction. She took his hand and flew out of the window.

The shadows of Shuangshuang shuttling through the woods are so close, as if they have a tacit understanding for many years.

"I didn't expect that Qian Jin would also practice." His eyes flashed.

"When I was young, an old friend once taught me to practice."At the end of the speech, they looked at each other and laughed. Qian Jin suddenly found that two people are tightly clasping hands, blushing, quickly released, provoked that person more brilliant smile.

After that day, nuoyu gradually got used to the warmth of the beautiful and dignified painter.

They are really similar, but so different, but they warm each other's souls.

After going back, master Nuo has solved the people who attacked. It's other families.

"It seems that they really intend to destroy us."

The old man looked dignified.

"Dad, they're going too far. They want to annex our family by relying on the summit of Shenxuan." The elder brother spoke indignantly.

"Go down, all of you. The painter will stay." The old man waved his hand, and a trace of worry flashed through his eyes. Qianjin nodded to him, indicating that he was relieved.

"I don't know what the old man left me for?"

A trace of curiosity flashed through Qianjin's eyes, but she knew it in her heart.

The old man thought for a while and pondered slightly, "this matter will be discussed later. I still need you to monitor someone."

In black and white, Qian Jin's pupils suddenly shrink.

A few words, then excited Qianjin heart surging waves.

Nuo and

"I know your identity and I know who you are here for, so it depends on you whether you go or not..."

The voice falls, the old man leaves directly.

How can a man spy on his son?

Did he find out?

Qian Jin takes a breath of air conditioning. This old man is not simple.

The next day, she was doing what she had been doing for a year, but that person was the one she didn't want to watch.

The wind of early spring is blowing the willow branches in front of the window. The people in the room are sitting in front of the window, holding a Book of martial arts, infatuated. Spring breeze from the open window blowing into the house, stroking the person's hair, stroking the thin face.

Qian Jin silently raised her pen and drew the beautiful scene.

As everyone knows, what she drew is the prelude to their death.

With a few strokes, the scene was recorded. Then, Qian Jin just looked at the man, all the time.

I want to learn painting for this man, and now I can finally use this painting skill to my best use.