Star Dome Railway: Give the man you love a home

"Jingyuan, this is too unlucky, let's throw it away." Jingliu picked up the photo frame, glanced at Jingyuan not far away and said.

Then Jing Yuan chuckled: "You can throw it away, but you have to compensate me with one."

Jing Liu raised an eyebrow: "Compensate you?"

"Well, the paper and pen are there." Jing Yuan smiled, tilted his head, and motioned Jing Liu to get it himself.

Although Jingliu didn't understand why Jingyuan was so obsessed with his writing, he walked to the position Jingyuan pointed to, sat on the table on the side, spread out a piece of paper, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.

"Is this the only brush you have? There are no other portable pens." Although Jingliu was asking a question, his tone was affirmative. It was obvious that this was the only brush. Jingliu showed a slightly disdainful look and began to draw on the rice paper.

"You know I'm not good at brush and ink." Although he said that, Jingliu still started to paint carefully on the rice paper.

Jing Yuan on the side had already finished dealing with the paperwork. He propped up his head with one hand, turned his head and looked quietly at Jing Liu, who had a serious look on his face. His brown eyes were filled with a strong smile.

About a quarter of an hour later, Jingliu put down the brush, picked up the rice paper and blew on it.

I noticed that Jing Yuan had been standing behind me at some point, bending down, and a furry cat head gently moved towards me.

Feeling the burning sensation in his ears, Jingliu's body was a little stiff. He didn't dare to turn his head. He just looked at his painting and said softly, "Is it beautiful, Jingyuan?"

Jing Yuan looked at the painting. What was painted on the rice paper was the scene of the lantern festival twelve years ago. The two little figures in the middle were holding hands. They were obviously Jing Liu and Jing Yuan. Although only one color was used to outline them, the overall painting level was not bad. It was vivid and lifelike on the paper.

Jing Liu actually drew the scene of that night! This surprised Jing Yuan a little.

Thinking of this, Jing Yuan looked at Jing Liu with even gentler eyes, and his heart was filled with love and affection that he had never felt before. After a long while, Jing Yuan chuckled and said, "This is truly a rare masterpiece by a famous artist."

Jing Liu raised his lips slightly after hearing this and gently put down the rice paper: "Is that really the case? When it comes to attainments in writing, I am far inferior to you."

Jing Yuan smiled, took a brush from his desk, dipped it in some red ink, and came forward.

Jingliu looked at Jingyuan and saw Jingyuan picked up a pen and decorated a moon lantern on one side of the little man's hand. The two little men were instantly illuminated, which was the finishing touch of the entire painting.

Jing Yuan smiled and looked at Jing Liu: "That's good."

Jing Liu looked at Jing Yuan's brilliant idea and nodded: "That's great."

Just at this moment, lunch was delivered. The servant who delivered the meal had a gossipy look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare to, as if he was hiding something.

Jing Yuan looked gentle and said to the servant: "Just say whatever you want to say. There are no outsiders here."

The servant nodded, glanced at the woman next to him, then glanced at General Jing Yuan, and spoke as if he had made up his mind: "General, the matter between you and your wife has become a hot search, and it is number one on the hot search list. Everyone in Luofu Xianzhou is spreading this matter!"

"Okay, I got it." Jing Yuan waved his hand nonchalantly, signaling the servant to leave. No one noticed the momentary satisfaction that flashed across Jing Yuan's eyes when he heard the word "Madam".