The words of Yue Menghe made Lin Feng very surprised. It seems that the mother has fully recognized the dream, and he has solemnly explained him.

A smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, and the mother and dreams got along well. Lin Feng was naturally happy.

Looking up, looking at the dreams not far away is still Duan Xinye, Lin Feng only sees what they are discussing. At this time, Duan Xinye seems to have let go, his face is smiling, very bright. .

This made a stone in Lin Feng’s heart fall down. He has a wife. What else can he say? He does not need Yue Menghe to say that he himself knows how to do it. He cherishes the woman who loves him.

Thinking of the dreams and the words that Duan Xinye once said to herself, Lin Feng smiled sillyly. They didn’t say those vain big words, but they did it. The dreams did not care about him. There are other women around, and Duan Xinye once said that she doesn't care about the name, just follow him Lin Feng.

"Lucky guy."

Lin Hai snorted aside, his eyes were equally funny, his son was so good, and he got two such good daughter-in-law, and his father’s nature was happy.

"Why, do you mean that you are not lucky?"

Yue Meng’s eyes glimpsed at Lin Hai, letting Lin Hai’s eyes scream, and then his eyes flashed, and the trembling smile: “No, I am also a lucky guy.”

After all, Lin Hai lowered his head and continued to engrave.

This warm scene made the smile on Lin Feng's face more splendid, and the corner of his mouth squirmed slightly, whispering: "I finally know what my father is afraid of."

"Stinky boy talks and pays attention." Lin Hai eyes a sigh, looked at Lin Feng badly, let Lin Feng rushed his head and turned his eyes, and nothing happened.

"Go, let's be dreaming and Xinye."

Yue Menghe looked at the two women not far away and smiled at Lin Feng. Lin Feng nodded slightly and lifted his footsteps. He slowly walked to the two women.

At this time, the dream also took a brush, and the roll of paper was placed in front of him. He was learning a stroke with Duan Xinye, sketching a pattern.

Both of them ignored Lin Feng directly and immersed themselves in their own fun. Lin Feng was left aside.

Everything was expected to be outside Lin Feng, but he was pleased with the development.

Duan Xinye stayed in Xiang Silin for two days. These two days have always been with dreams, teaching dreams to learn to paint, and occasionally happy chatting. Poor Lin Feng was aired for two days, and the two women ignored him. Let him be so depressed, I really don’t know who to provoke...

Until the third day, there was no end to send people to Xiang Sulin, and Duan Xinye was taken away, and at the same time brought a message to Lin Feng.

The Longshan Empire, the ambassador of the empire, let Lin Feng gather outside the palace three days later, ready to depart. This time, they will go to the Longshan Empire.

When the news came out, the snowy country suddenly became awkward. The people in the snowy area were finally set off. In front of the Longshan Empire, there were several people who did not know how to go to the snowy area in the snowy country.

Lin Feng is also speculating that if there is no real choice in Lushan, it finally determines the date of departure.

However, the three days, snowy ratio is a matter of morning and evening, starting early, you can learn more and see the genius of the empire.

"I don't think there are no words, no boundaries, no fate, and so on."

Lin Feng secretly guessed, but it was not at the moment. At this time, Lin Feng was sitting in the bamboo forest and sitting on the ground. On the ground, there was a huge straw mat, and a picture was placed on it.

Lin Feng, carrying a brush, kept scrolling through the scrolls.

Three meters in front of Lin Feng, dreams sit there, let Lin Feng's hand move, she is still so quiet, as if there is no other than the woman in front of the world and the brush in the hand. .

A woman's silhouette was slowly outlined in Lin Feng's pen, gentle and gentle, holy as a fairy, but with a bit of meaning, but in the picture, it seems to lack a deep sense of beauty.

"No."

Lin Feng shook her head slightly, and seemed to be unsatisfied. The picture scroll was then torn open, and the palm of the hand was printed on it. A flame suddenly rose and burned the paper into ashes.

"Lin Feng, how long do you have to paint."

The dream whispered, she has been here for a long time, Lin Feng also painted many sub-pictures, but did not succeed once, one by one

The drawn picture was torn and burned by him.

This made the dream a bit depressed. It was originally explained that Duan Xinye taught her to paint. Later, Lin Feng was unwilling to paint her pattern, and she still had to be in front of her.

"I have to wait until I can draw you out."

Lin Feng is tireless, how to laugh at the dream.

The dream is silent, and then she is still sitting there, she has not left, fresh and refined, and she is a beautiful scenery.

The sound of rustling came out, and another portrait came out. Lin Feng looked at the portrait and looked at the dream. It was very similar. Now, Lin Feng’s paintings have been able to portray people’s appearances, but what they lack is Fire.

"No." Another whispered out from Lin Feng's mouth, the tip of the pen crossed, the picture was broken, the light of the flame was slightly raised, and another picture was burned by Lin Feng.

After taking the roll paper, Lin Feng put it on the table in front of him. His eyes were as usual, and once again he looked at his dreams, as if in his eyes, there was only a dream, a woman, and nothing else. .

Lifting the pen, Lin Feng was silent, and then began to write again, depicting a simple and dross pattern.

The sound of rustling kept coming, the breeze smashed through the bamboo forest, and the quiet space was full of romantic atmosphere.

"wrong……"

"wrong……"

"Still not..."

Lin Feng constantly draws the appearance of the dream, very similar, but the only thing missing is the charm, the charm of life, the holy beauty to the charm of all things.

The scrolls are no longer known how many Zhang was burned down by Lin Feng. The dream is still sitting there. Looking at this beautiful bamboo forest, looking at Lin Feng, who is frowning, she has no feeling of intolerance. On the contrary, in her mind, Only sweet and sweet.

Lin Feng is watching her; and she is watching Lin Feng.

Even if there is no communication, but in many cases, only a simple look, they can understand the meaning of the other party's eyes.

Time passed slowly, the night shrouded the sky, the heavens and the earth became dark, and the night came to an end, and the night and the day alternated, and the time passed so fast.

However, Lin Feng, has been silent, from daytime silence to darkness, and from night to day, the tides rise and fall, flowers bloom and unload, as if to see the world bustling.

Finally, on the third day, Lin Feng lifted the brush in his hand and stabbed in the air.

Looking at the dream, just look at it, the breeze smashed, Lin Feng long hair picked up, then his eyes, slowly closed.

Lin Feng’s eyes were closed, but his hand finally fell.

The sound of rustling drifted out again, but all this was not a bit messy, but it was clear and natural, and it was a natural thing.

Lin Feng closed his eyes, but his hands kept dancing. It was so smooth, and the obstacles of the three days seemed to be all about fighting at this moment. In one go, there was no pause.

"call!"

The wind swelled, Lin Feng's eyes wide open, looking at the picture in front of him, Lin Feng's face, finally filled with a brilliant smile, can not hide the smile.

Finally, it has been portrayed. At this moment, his paintings have the charm of life and the charm of beauty, not just a simple and beautiful picture.

The dream raised his head and looked at Lin Feng for three days. He spent countless pictures drawn by his painstaking efforts. The dream smiled and smiled brilliantly.

So beautiful, she in this picture is too perfect, like a fairy in flowers, to get out of the painting.

"I finally painted it."

Lin Feng whispered a sentence and smiled with satisfaction.

"Lin Feng, since you can close your eyes, you can always do it."

"Because I need to feel your presence until you brand it in your mind and brand it in your heart."

Lin Feng whispered softly and smiled softly: "With this picture, I am on this road. I can see this picture when I miss you. As for why I close my eyes and paint, because I want to paint, It’s you, dreams, with your eyes, you can’t paint you, only your heart!”

Dreams feel that the eyes are slightly sour, and the long hair is rubbed by hand, so that the beauty loses color. Lin Feng is portrayed with closed eyes. He is using his own heart to paint, and he draws not only The face of dreams, the same, is also the heart of dreams!