Seeing things and thinking of you

  Just as Yuan Yi was meticulously perfecting the painting, he heard Su Mei let out a low "hmm" from the study room, put down his brush and turned to ask her, "Su Mei, what's wrong?"

  Su Mei took out an object from a Qing porcelain tube and asked in puzzlement: "Miss, where did this folding fan come from?"

  He took the ivory white jade fan from her hand, and with a "whoosh", the Twelve Galloping Stallions painting unfolded, with ink and color rendering, iron horses and golden spears, vast and majestic, writing out the unrestrained and free-spirited. In the blank space of the painting, bold brushstrokes wrote down the large characters "Twelve Galloping Stallions Picture", followed by a short poem in small script, the handwriting familiar, the same as the inscription on the "Rui Wang's Mansion" by the same person.

  This is Xiao Heng's dropped folding fan, she casually placed it in the painting tube, if Su Mei hadn't found it, she would have forgotten about it.

  Not to mention the charm of the painting, just that free and uninhibited, bold and sonorous brushwork made her love it so much that she couldn't put it down, constantly pondering over it in her mind, even after returning home at night.

  "Fourth daughter, are you lost in thought?" A smiling male voice suddenly sounded beside her ear, Yuan Yi's hand trembled and the folding fan fell sharply. She was startled, but unexpectedly a long and slender hand had already caught the fan, shaking it lightly with a sleeve, peach blossom eyes full of smile, moonlight fluttering independently, what a wonderful young nobleman in a mundane world.

  Originally annoyed and embarrassed, Qing shouted: "Don't spout nonsense, Xiao Cong, it's the middle of the night, what are you doing here again? Don't you have any shame?"

  Sneaking into someone's home at night, it's either theft or an affair, what else could it be? Looking at Yuan Yi's face with a faint blush, Xiao Heng didn't dare to say anything reckless and instead said with confidence: "My fan fell here, of course I need to take it back."

  That appearance is simply outrageous.

  She had already asked her father to increase the patrol guards, how did this guy still get in? She had gone to great lengths to explain the reason to her father, and now she was furious, "How strange, Mr. Xiao is still short of a fan?"

  Xiao Heng nodded and said with deep feeling: "Of course, it has accompanied me for so many years. How could I abandon it and favor new things?"

  She gave a scornful laugh and turned her head away, truly piercing to the eyes.

  Xiao Heng glanced at her, chuckled and leaned against the window, using his fan to poke her arm, asking: "You were so infatuated with my family's fan just now, were you thinking of me? It's not interesting to be infatuated with a fan, I can humbly indulge you, let you tease me."

  Her face suddenly turned bright red, she was just a bare-handed painter of the treasure map, where did he get that kind of nonsense, it's simply impossible for a dog to spit out ivory, so she coldly laughed and said: "A human-like dog appearance, touch you? I'm afraid I'll dirty my hands."

  Xiao Heng's peach blossom eyes narrowed, this doesn't sound right, a flash of inspiration, isn't this what he always says? Alas, retribution has come, his eyeballs rolled, and from his sleeve mouth, he pulled out a gold-edged ink bamboo handkerchief, handed it to Yuan Yi, saying: "This is easy, you use it as a pad."

  His dark, moist eyes were pure and clear, his expression sincere and innocent, looking at her with an expectant face, like a Teddy dog she had raised before, raising its front paws to show off its cuteness.

  She clenched her fists, suppressing the urge to touch his head, with a lump of air stuck in her chest. Having lived for two lifetimes, how could she let a young whippersnapper tease her?

  She slightly raised her eyelids, took the silk handkerchief from his hand, covered it with hers, and pinched his pale face in front of Xiao Heng's horrified eyes. After a long time, she finally loosened her grip, muttering: "The texture is really bad, so rough and coarse, like old tree bark."

  She had wanted to beat him for a long time.

  Xiao Heng stood still like a sculpture for a long time, then blinked his eyes, covered his pale and purple face with his hands, let out a loud wail, and suddenly disappeared into the darkness. Yuan Yi's mouth curled up in a triumphant smile, thinking to himself: "You think you can take on Xiao Heng? You're still too young for that."

  Let's not mention how much trauma Xiao Heng's young heart has suffered, but Yuan Yi, this old cucumber that has been painted with layers of green paint, is actually sleeping soundly with a pleased smile on his face, and the beautiful dreams he's having are not to be shared with outsiders.