The whole calligraphy and painting occupy the entire wall, the ink and wash colors are heavy and classical, and the artistic conception is empty and distant. It can easily bring people into the world in the painting, as if an old man was not afraid of the heavy snow on the river, holding his fishing rod lonely and persistently.

Almost all the wall paintings in this house are painted with bright and graceful ancient ladies, stormy and grand horses, and heroic and elegant Han Pavilion drinking pictures. Each painting must be written next to it. The combination of poetry and paintings has a long and thought-provoking artistic conception.

In fact, the most valuable thing in this house is these wall paintings. Xiao Yunhe was amazed at the first sight of her master's magical skills. She proposed to meet the person who wrote these calligraphy and paintings, but unfortunately the person who came forward to sell the house told her that person was old and inconvenient to meet.

She bought the house at a price of ten times the market price. The owner of the house could see that it was very interesting to live. Even if she didn't live here often, the decoration was very stylish, which complemented the wall paintings, and it had a quaint feeling.

Xiao Yunhe asked someone to configure home appliances and daily necessities and could move in directly.

My aunt was shocked as soon as she walked in. The house was so stylish, poetic, picturesque, elegant and exquisite, and every piece of grain made people unable to bear to start, as if it were exquisite works of art, which made her at a loss.

Xiao Yunhe pointed to the guest room: "Aunt, you stay in this room."

There are two bedrooms upstairs, one room with Ouyang Yi.

In the evening, my aunt cooked herself and made a table of delicious food to celebrate everyone's move to a new house. The driver Wu Gang also stayed.

After the meal, Wu Gang said goodbye and left. Xiao Yunhe went upstairs to take a shower, and his aunt cleaned up the mess.

After taking a shower, Xiao Yunhe took out silk cloth and needlework, and sat under the light to start work.

I haven't touched it for a long time, and my hands have been born a lot. I haven't recovered my condition for a long time. She couldn't help but sigh: "Qiuhua, Qiuhua, without you, I can't even pinch the embroidery needle."

I don’t know how Qiuhua is now? This girl looks strong, but in fact she is hard on the outside and soft on the inside, so she must be crying behind her back. Her mother treats her girls very well and should not take their anger on her. She also hopes that Qiuhua and Jinxing will be able to perform filial piety in front of her mother instead.

Thinking of it, she smiled bitterly. When her mother saw Qiuhua, she would think of her. Her daughter who died young was out of sight. She should sell her body contracts to several girls, give them family payments and a dowry, so that they can live a life of ordinary people. With her mother's concern, she would probably find a beloved person for them personally...

Thinking of this, her eyes couldn't help but feel sour and she forced herself to prevent tears from falling.

No matter how strong you are during the day, when it is late at night, your thoughts will be like a flood that has leaked from the gate, and it will be out of control.

On the opposite wall is a picture of a ladies who are born in the same generation, painted by artists. The ladies are headed by Emei, sleeved and silk shirts. The other ladies and maids are divided into the distance. The colors are bright and the artistic conception is ancient. The leisurely feeling reveals a deep sadness and melancholy, which is inexplicably heart-wrenching.

Xiao Yunhe looked at it, as if he saw himself in the painting.

"What are you muttering alone?" Ouyang Yi pushed the door and came in. She had just taken a shower and was wearing a blue pajamas. She was the same style as Xiao Yun and the white ones, and looked like a couple outfit.

Xiao Yunhe pinched the embroidery needle and threaded the needle, saying without raising her head: "Tomorrow is Qi Qi's birthday party, and I'm rushing to make a birthday gift for her."

Ouyang Yi looked at the girl sitting under the lamp and quietly walked through the needle. The dim light fell on her body, bringing her a layer of light yellow light, warm and soft.

Ouyang Yi's heart moved, walked over and glanced at Xiu'er, and curled his lips in disgust: "Are you sure that Princess Zhao Qiqi will not disgust?"

Xiao Yun and his slender and fair fingers pinched the embroidery needle, their little fingers were slightly raised, elegant and light. When they heard this, they raised their eyebrows and wrinkled eyebrows.

The embroidery needles under his command walked faster, almost dazzling Ouyang Yi.
Chapter completed!