The refreshing mountain wind blew the calm spring water, making the willow branches by the lake sway.

When Song Wen saw Huang Xi's angry eyes and the teasing expressions of the two old men beside him, he thought to himself: Could it be that the two points and lines on Huang Xi's chest were discovered? It makes no sense! He just glanced at it, it was very secret, it wouldn't be so!

His mind quickly started to turn around, thinking about how to break the deadlock in front of him.

After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "Haha, the ancient beauty painted by Huang Xi is so beautiful. It is as beautiful as the book says, it can be said that it is 'great like a striking geese, as gentle as a dragon, glorious autumn chrysanthemums, lush spring pine. It seems (read: as if) is like a light cloud covering the moon, floating (read: shaking) is like the flowing wind returning to the snow. Looking far away, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow. I look at it with a rush, and it is as bright as a hilarious tide out of the morning glow. I look at it with a slim feeling. I feel as if the tide is coming out of the waves. The slimness is so firm that it is so short that it is perfect. If the shoulders are slim, the waist is as simple as the neck, the neck is stretched, the white texture is revealed, and the fragrance is unpleasant..."

? "Okay, don't think it's great to read a few lines of deciphering poems. I said, "What were you reading just now?" Huang Xi asked angrily.

When she was painting just now, she felt that his pair of thief eyes were aiming at her chest and drooling. Who is that person?

Song Wen wanted to divert her attention with this, but she saw it. He hurriedly said, "Am I just looking at the painting? Look at how beautiful the woman in this painting is and how beautiful the painting is."

Anyway, it’s impossible to admit his story even if he’s beaten to death. Isn’t there a saying that goes, “I confess to sit in the bottom of a lenient prison and resist going home for the New Year.”

"Is that true?" Huang Xi said with a smile. Song Wen didn't know if he was guilty. He always felt a murderous aura in her words.

"Of course, otherwise where else can I see?" Song Wen asked back.

Huang Xi's eyebrows twitched slightly when he heard this, and Feng's eyes glared at him and wanted to speak, but considering that there were two old men around him, he held back for a while, glared at Song Wen fiercely, and said, "Don't be too big or too young. You want to call me aunt, do you know?"

"Aunt?"

Song Wen glanced at her up and down, left and right, and said, "I don't mind calling you. But I'm afraid I'll call you old. Look at you at most in your twenties, and it's almost the same as being my sister."

Huang Xi heard it. He seemed to hear something big joke. He covered his mouth and laughed loudly, making the branches tremble.

The two old men next to him also laughed and said, "Awen, Ahuang is indeed older than you, but she is a little older when she calls her aunt. Just call her sister Xi!"

"Sister Xi?"

Song Wen looked at Huang Xi, who had white, greasy, warm and pink skin, and could not tell how old she was than him.

Huang Xi was a little uncomfortable when he saw it and said angrily: "What are you looking at? No one is big or small. If you dare to look around, I will dig out your eyes."

"Yes, yes, I don't look at it, I'll look at the painting, it's okay to look at the painting!" As he said that, Song Wen pretended to look at the painting. Huang Xi couldn't do anything to him, and he was so angry that he bit his teeth.

After looking at the painting again, she felt that the painting was really good. Song Wen said to Huang Xi with a shy face: "Sister Xi, can you give me this painting!"

Huang Xi glanced at him and said unhappy: "Why should I give it to you?"

When she was drawing just now, she felt a hot look at her breasts. When she took a look, she found that it was Song Wen. Unexpectedly, when she questioned her, he even refused to admit it. How could she not be angry? She still wanted to draw, but she had no way to do it.

"Because this is my home! Think about it, if you leave something here and come back in the future, recall a day in a certain year and month, a lot of you had a happy dinner here, how great it would be!"

"What are some good memories?"

Huang Xi gave him a blank look and thought to himself, do you want to recall that his little guy was looking at him?

"You can't say that. Look at the beautiful mountains, rivers, people, and scenery here, there are always some memories." Song Wen said.

Unexpectedly, Huang Xi just couldn't get in.

Song Wen glanced at the painting again, feeling that the painting was indeed beautiful, so it would be great to take it back and hang it to appreciate it. There was no reason to give up. After thinking about it, he said, "Or I'll change it with you."

"Oh, what to exchange for?" Huang Xi became interested.

"Try chestnuts, pointed chestnuts, wild ones. I picked them in the mountains last year. I exchanged ten kilograms for a painting for you, how about it?"

Song Wen said that there were some I picked up on the mountain last year, and he didn't feel sorry for taking out some, and he also exchanged ten kilograms of chestnuts for another painting, which was worth it.

Huang Xi seemed to be moved when she heard the wild pointed lee, but she said, "Hmph, I want to change to my paintings? Are the paintings I painted so cheap?"

"That twenty pounds."

Song Wen said again, seeing Huang Xi still unmoved, he added a little more chips and said, "Otherwise, what if you add one pound of acorns? Twenty pounds of wild pointed chestnuts and one pound of acorns are already a lot, they are all wild, and there is no need to buy them outside."

"Acorns are not delicious, they are bitter and astringent." Huang Xi said.

"I'll take it back for you to cook. The acorns I made are absolutely delicious and sweet. Otherwise, I'll make some for you to try."

"Okay." Huang Xi nodded, "But I feel like I'm still losing money. My painting costs more than twenty kilograms of chestnuts."

“It’s vulgar to say that money is too much.”

Seeing that Huang Xi's tone had loosened, Song Wen was still hesitating. After thinking about it, he leaned over her ear and said, "I'll give you another can of peach nectar. It's not honey, but ant honey. There is no one to sell on the market. What do you think?"

Unexpectedly, Song Wen leaned into his ears and spoke, and the heat he exhaled made her ears itchy.

Somehow, Huang Xi's ears turned red. He pushed Song Wen away, lifted his hair and said, "I can't speak well, why are you so close?"

The two old men next to him looked at each other, smiled ambiguously, and walked away.

Isn’t he just afraid that others will hear it? Otherwise, he wouldn’t have spoken so quietly. Song Wen thought helplessly in his heart.

A while ago, he took out a little ant honey from the ant box and found that the ant honey was like a peach blossom, which looked like a pink colour. It was not only beautiful, but also very delicious, so he carefully treasured it. In addition to giving it to his parents a little taste and giving it a little to Song Hu, he put it away and couldn't bear to give it to others. Now, in order to change the painting, he has issued a heavy book. He is afraid that someone will hear it, so he runs over and asks it, so he has to speak carefully.

But thinking about it, he felt a little unbalanced. He exchanged three things for a painting, and seemed to be suffering a little, so he said, "Sister Xi, why do I feel that using three things for a painting for you seems to be suffering a loss? You have to exchange at least two paintings."

Huang Xi laughed at him, "Do you think the painting I painted is the cabbage on the market, you can buy as much as you want! I will suffer a loss by changing three things to one painting, but I will suffer a loss?"

She remembered the ant honey that Song Wen mentioned again. She had never heard of it before, so she asked curiously: "What is your ant honey?"

"It's just a kind of honey made from flying pink ants. I accidentally discovered it. I probably only have it in this world. Drinking this ant honey will ensure that your skin is white and tender, the water is soft and soft, and you will always be like an eighteen-year-old little girl."

"Are you still a little girl in your teens?" Huang Xi glared at Song Wen angrily and asked again: "Are you saying true?"

Women, especially older women, are always irresistible to those things that can keep themselves young.

"Really, why am I lying to you?"

In the end, he couldn't stand Song Wen's obsession, so Huang Xi had to agree to draw another painting for him.

On the fishing platform in the distance, two old men were sitting in portable chairs and catching fish intently. What was strange was that they could catch fish by just getting the hook, but today, they didn't know what happened, but they couldn't catch fish for a long time. The two of them didn't feel strange.

Suddenly, the fish marker on the water next to Song Wenfu moved, and after a while, it sank down, and even the fishing rod inserted on the shore was pulled up.

After seeing it, the old man hurriedly shouted to Song Wen who was watching Huang Xi painting under the willow tree: "Awen, the fish has been hooked, why don't you come quickly."

After hearing this, Song Wen hurried over...)

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