Homecoming Speech

"Okay, as long as you have me in your heart." He frowned and looked at himself holding Fu Danggui's hand triumphantly, smiling purely and brightly, crisply and clearly like a child.

Reflecting the setting sun, the broken akebia and concoction in the garden pavilion have been cleaned up. The early summer breeze is blowing, warm and cold, and the red skull flowers are still blooming, as strong as a red fire, swaying with the breeze.

The black and blue evil ghost butterfly is still floating in the air, Chuhe stands beside the pure wooden carved pavilion, and the black and blue evil ghost butterfly is flying around him. .

In the garden hall, Fu Danggui left the black sandalwood table with a pen in his right hand, and looked at the Chu River not far away, gazing intently.

The breeze drifted through with the warmth and cold, rustling voices rose, and the setting sun shone on Fu Danggui's face half-bright and half-bright.

He took a deep breath and looked at Chuhe with a jade-like face. The lavender curtain beside the pavilion swayed in the wind, reflecting the mood of the two of them.

Chu He stood sideways among the green leaves and red flowers, his jade-colored hairpin was translucent and clear, he was shining sideways, his eyebrows were bright, his starry eyes were bright, and the corners of his eyes were hooked up, one black and one blue-green eyes with a bit of tinge. Exotic, with snow-white cheeks that are astonishingly stunning, a strand of temple hair swaying slightly in the wind, although his complexion is a bit sickly, it is still difficult to conceal his coquettish demeanor that conceals power, which makes people sigh what a handsome man with a cold face .

The increasingly dewy sunlight fell obliquely on Chuhe's plain hand. He raised his right hand slightly, and made a natural posture to tie his hair on the sideburns. He looked at him with deep eyes and ambiguous affection.

And the place he was looking at was the place where Fu Danggui was. Suddenly, Fu Danggui, who had been silent for a long time, raised his hand, his movements were flowing, and the fragrance of colored ink slowly lingered with the breeze. The satin fan surface of the folding fan.

The fiery red skull flower blooms amazingly, and the color ink is constantly changing, leading to lifelike, flying and scattered black and blue ghost butterflies. Bright smile.

Fu Danggui's face was full of worry, and he didn't express his concern, but he still only accelerated the movements of his hands.

Outlined by colorful ink, the setting sun, the leaves brought by the breeze, the lavender curtain, the fan surface of the jade folding fan, and the tip of the waving pen outline a beautiful picture. The beautiful man in the picture has an ambiguous look in his eyes. Not far away, there are plain hands and hair on the temples, with a calm demeanor, making it difficult to move one's eyebrows away.

Once the brush is down, it will be stunning.

The dew is getting deeper, the night is gradually approaching, and everything loses its luster in front of the night, only the half-blind and half-blind eyes look at the Chu River not far away with a strange light in his eyes.

With a silk lantern in his hand, he came slowly and walked up to Fu Danggui. There are thousands of flowers in his eyes, and the vast stars are fascinating.

With the light of the silk lamp, Fu Danggui painted the skull flower on the satin fan with red ink. The blooming skull flower had a strange color, as if it suddenly bloomed and wanted to suck people in.

Pieces of black and red withered petals fell on the blue slate floor. On the screen, there was a black and blue ghost butterfly standing on Chu He's plain hand. But because of Chu He's pure and beautiful smile, the whole picture seemed to be shining like sunshine. Become lively and spiritual.

Chu He begged for a paintbrush from Fu Danggui, trembling a little apprehensively, and her eyebrows were a little surprised.

Afterwards, he made up his mind and carefully adjusted the eyes of the person on the fan. Just like finishing touch, the whole picture came alive, and the ink color like crystal water droplets made everything amazing.

Fu Dangguisu gently passed Chuhe's hand with his fingertips, took the paintbrush and put it on the side of the painting table. The moonlight had already quietly risen, elongating the figures of the two of them, and they could be blended together.

"Achu." Fu Danggui watched the ink on the fan dry up, then looked at the Chu River, and looked at it against the light of the silk lantern. With a smile on his lips, he looked worriedly at the Chu River. With a bloody face, he yelled in a low voice.

Chu He stared at Fu Danggui's fan, and he really had excellent painting skills, and his hoarse and magnetic voice responded dryly: "Huh?"

Then, with a sense of scrutiny and judgment, he pretended to be joking: "As expected of Mr. Jing Zhaoyin, who is well-learned and rich, and his painting skills are also very good."

"Why is it so unpleasant for me to hear this?" Fu Danggui frowned.

Chu He raised his hand to face the gradually rising moonlight, with sincere eyes, and swore: "Heaven is above, the sun and the moon are witnesses, I, Chu He, told the truth, and I didn't lie to this idiot."

Although the oath was insincere, it made Fu Danggui laugh. His bright and relaxed smile with crooked eyebrows was comparable to the sun, moon and stars, which made Chuhe startled.

It turns out that there really is such a person in this world who can easily tickle your heartstrings with just one movement.

Dangerous yet unable to resist being approached by others, he is greedy and wants to get more.

"Ah Chu, after all, you are also a majestic prince, why do you speak so impeccably, like a street bastard." Fu Danggui put away the dry jade folding fan and said with a smile.

"Xiaofeng, remove the picture scroll and go to Nanguo grape wine and side dishes." Chu He said to the dark corner in a low voice.

Fu Danggui heard a rustling sound, maybe someone left.

"Who is the assassin?" Thinking of this, Fu Danggui asked with low interest.

Chu He didn't answer, but just took out a black-red pearl-sized pill from the cuff of his black shirt and handed it to Fu Danggui, "This is a pill with medicinal juice, and it can control Gu poison for a period of time after taking it. "

Fu Danggui took the pill and put it in his mouth. Xu felt that it was a bit dry and hard to swallow, so he frowned.

"This can be easy." Chu He took out the white porcelain bottle from his cuff and opened it.

He only felt a fragrant and mellow smell coming out, and he exclaimed, "It's sweet rice wine."

"Ah Chu, why did you prepare this thing?" Fu Danggui must have known Chuhe a lot better than before, and he relaxed when he spoke.

There was a smile on Chu He's sickly pale face, and he looked proudly at Fu Danggui, as if asking for credit, "I dragged someone to bring the special sweet rice wine from the mountain lake."

"How do you know that I'm not good at drinking, but I like drinking sweet rice wine." Fu Danggui looked at Chuhe and chuckled.

"As long as you want to know about the things in this world, there is nothing you can't know." Chuhe said inscrutably.

Fu Danggui pursed her mouth, took the small porcelain bottle from Chuhe's hand, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.

After that, he still licked his moist and shiny lips without any thought about how Chuhe felt.