The gallery is a little dim.

Wang Gu held the painting, his hands trembling uncontrollably...

In the backyard and in front of the door, the old man's body was shaking even more violently.

Ye Bei put his hands behind his back.

They looked at each other with faint eyes... There was no wave in those deep eyes, they were very calm.

This is a kind old man. His hair is combed very carefully without any mess, but the silvery white hair is still clearly visible in the dim light. In the slightly sunken eye sockets, there is a pair of dark brown eyes.

, quietly telling the years and vicissitudes.

If not the outlines are similar.

Who would have thought that this old man, eighty years ago, was so graceful and versatile that countless beautiful women lined up in a long line to boldly pursue him regardless of the strange eyes, resounding throughout the ancient street?

"you……"

Looking at Ye Bei, he slowly stretched out his hand and spoke for a while before uttering such a word. His pupils were full of shock and disbelief, but there was a lot of hesitation deep in his eyes.

"Old man, why are you here? I have good news for you. The painting has been found. Look, it's in my hand. I've seen you paint it many times... It's very similar to this painting. It's definitely not the same.

There will be something wrong!" When Wang Gu saw the old man, he hurried over with the painting in hand, saying excitedly, with mist in the corners of his eyes, clearly crying with joy.

Can……

When Wang Gu held out the painting in front of the old man.

It’s obviously something that people dream of…

But the old man slowly pushed him away without even looking at him. His eyes were still all focused on Ye Bei.

"It's me!"

Ye Bei looked at the old man. When the atmosphere in the gallery became extremely silent, he spoke softly.

Not much to say.

Two simple words...

The voice is hoarse and vicissitudes of life, but it is extremely rich.

After the old man heard this, his already trembling body began to tremble even more violently at this moment...

It was as if at this moment, he traveled directly through countless time and returned to eighty years ago.

He was wearing a cloth shirt, sitting at the door, painting a girl.

A young man wearing a white gown came with small steps, stood with his hands behind his back, did not speak, just watched quietly...

The young man looked indifferent.

Those eyes, as if hiding stars, hold countless stories!

And now, when the old man saw Ye Bei again, he felt that the two images had magically overlapped...

It’s as if there is an illusion that a thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye!

"My guest, my name is Wang Xiu, and my nickname is Yingchun. I wonder if your guest is here to paint for himself or to buy a painting?"

That day, Wang Xiu was very young and graceful. When he spoke, his voice was clear and full of confidence.

"Portrait of a person!"

The young man in white shirt spoke softly.

"Oh?" Wang Xiu was puzzled.

The young man in white shirt: "I describe it, you describe it!"

"Difficult!" After Wang Xiu understood the meaning, he looked thoughtful and looked cautious.

The young man in white shirt: "Yes?"

"Get it!" After thinking for a few seconds, Wang Xiu nodded seriously.

The memory of that year became extremely clear at this moment...

Standing in the gallery, Wang Xiu's trembling body couldn't stop at all...

The air was almost solid at this moment.

Wang Gu was a little confused, but in this situation, he just held the scroll and didn't know how to speak.

After a long time, Wang Xiu finally came to his senses.

He lowered his head, stretched out his hands, and found that his hands were already covered with traces of time. They were extremely old, and his eyes could not help but feel a little disappointed.

He raised his head, looked at Ye Bei again, and sighed softly: "Such similar people can actually exist... Guest sir! Are you a descendant of that person? He once said that he will definitely come to see you a hundred years later.

I!"

"I am that person!"

Ye Bei opened his mouth. When he looked at Wang Xiu, who had been eroded by time, his eyes were extremely indifferent. There was no wave in his eyes. He expressed something again, but as soon as the words fell, the center of the gallery was instantly occupied by a kind of sadness.

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Wang Xiu said nothing, staring straight at Ye Bei with his dry eyes.

Doubts. Confusion. Vicissitudes of life...

He is thinking.

He couldn't believe it and couldn't accept it.

This old friend from eighty years ago has no trace of age on his face, and even his voice and clothes are exactly the same as before!

Is it true that time wears people out? Is there anyone in this world who can escape time?

"Old man, and this gentleman, what are you talking about? Why do I feel like I don't understand you well? Also, where did this painting come from?" Wang Gu next to him could no longer hold back and spoke, breaking.

This silent atmosphere.

Ye Bei said nothing and stood with his hands behind his back.

The corners of Wang Xiu's wrinkled eyes trembled slightly: "Agu, you go to the backyard first. I have something to ask this guest!"

"Old man?" Wang Gu became more and more puzzled.

Wang Xiu: "Go!"

"Yes! Old man!"

Wang Gu did not dare to say any more and put the painting on the table. In his heart, Wang Xiu was not only his father, but also the person who disciplined him the most severely... Even though he was now nearly seventy years old, facing

He did not dare to disobey this father.

When Wang Gu left, only Ye Bei and Wang Xiu were left in the gallery.

Wang Xiu looked at Ye Bei and spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes of life: "Your Majesty! My name is Wang Xiu, and my name is Yingchun. I wonder if your guest is here to paint for himself or to buy paintings?"

The same words, but the voice is completely different from the clarity it once had.

Ye Bei said calmly: "A portrait of one person!"

"Oh?" Wang Xiu's body was shaken. He put one hand on the table and tried to stand firm.

Ye Bei's voice was slow: "I describe it, you describe it!"

After hearing this, Wang Xiu was finally convinced and no longer had any doubts. He remembered the original conversation with so much emotion that only an old man could answer it.

"It's really you! It's been eighty years since you left with the painting that day. I've been repeating that painting every day. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I try or how carefully I carve it, I can't paint the same thing.

A sign of perfection...but why?"

When he said this, Wang Xiu stared at Ye Bei. Compared to painting, Ye Bei's unchanging appearance undoubtedly surprised him more.

"I'm also looking for this answer! If I'm right, it's in this painting... I have a hunch that the girl in the painting will appear at No. 32 Ancient Street in the near future!" Ye Bei did not hide anything and spoke calmly.

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"The girl in the painting? Eighty years..."

Wang Xiude looked at Ye Bei blankly. He had a premonition of everything eighty years ago. What kind of strange person is he?

However, Wang Xiu understood that there were some things that he did not need to know at all.

"No matter... Sir, since you are here again, there is only one thing I want to ask for in Yingchun!" Wang Xiu was very serious.

"good!"

Ye Bei nodded and immediately agreed without waiting for Wang Xiu to tell what was going on.

Wang Xiu lived for a long time and was already over a hundred years old...

Ye Bei looked at his old face and immediately judged that his time was running out, and since he was already half-destined, he couldn't refuse.

"Why don't you ask?" Wang Xiu was surprised.

Ye Beiqing replied: "Painting!"
Chapter completed!