C19 Draw a Fan to Fan the Wind Blow to Jade Step(part Iii)

Buheng was angry and amused at the same time. She did not try to hide from him and allowed him to take off her veil and reveal her true face.

The pimples on her face had already fallen off. Although there were still some red marks on it, it wasn't too ugly. She stared at Pei Huaixiu and asked, "You're not scared, are you?"

At this time, Liufang appeared at the door and said with a smile, "Brother Huaixiu, my sister is letting you go. If we were to fight seriously, you won't be able to win. Do you believe what I just said? "

Huai Xiu turned his head and smiled to her, "Silly girl, I wasn't using my full strength! "She's my future wife, how can I be serious when fighting with her!" As he spoke, he retracted his gaze and turned to Buheng, asking, "Right?"

He was two years older than Buheng. He was already twenty years old, but he still acted like a teenager. His handsome face, clear eyes, and sad and joyous were all written on his face. He was so magnanimous that no one could tell that he was a man or a woman.

However, he even said the words "husband" and "wife", making people feel that these two identities were very disrespectful.

Buheng really couldn't treat him as her future husband.

When she thought of this, she became depressed and didn't want to talk to him much. He then walked to the desk under the window, wiped the lacquer box, and said to Liufang, "Why did you talk to yourself just now?"

Liu Fang jumped into the room and explained while grinning: "Brother Huaixiu wanted me to lure you out, so I can pretend to be crazy and play dumb, and pretend to be seeing a ghost. I can't pretend to not be able to. So, I pretended to be talking to someone, thinking that if you can only hear my voice, you can't hear that person's voice at all. I must think that it's strange, so I decided to come out and take a look. "

As Liufang spoke, Huai Xiu had already moved closer to Buheng's side. He stretched out his hand to take the box that she had been fiddling with and asked: "What is this?"

Buheng quickly pressed the box against her palm. "Don't touch it carelessly. There's something inside for uncle."

"What is it?"

"A fan."

Huai Xiu's eyes lit up and he quickly asked: "Could it be that you drew it yourself?"

"Yeah." When Buheng saw his excited expression, she felt it was strange. "Is this worth making a fuss over?"

Huai Xiu laughed and clapped, "We really have the same heart!"

Liu Fang bent over the desk, extending her head in front of the two of them and asked, "Why do you two have the same thoughts?"

Huai Xiu happily said to her, "I also drew a fan for your sister!" As he spoke, he lifted up his coat and reached behind his waist to take out a small and exquisite fan.

Buheng took the fan and looked at it. She saw a woman painted on the fan. She looked very familiar, but just as she was about to recognize her, Huai Xiu chuckled and said, "It's you."

When he said this, Buheng indeed felt that the person on the fan was similar to her. However, she felt a burst of annoyance. With a bitter smile, she flipped the fan over and looked at it again.

Huai Xiu smiled and said, "You don't come back often these two or three years. I also go out a lot. We haven't seen each other for three years." I guess that's how you look right now, so this painting is exactly the same as yours! "

"Does it look like it?" Liufang took the fan from Buheng's hand and placed it next to her sister's face, "It doesn't look like it!"

Huai Xiu was quite satisfied with his drawing skills. He shook his head and sighed, "Silly girl, you don't know how to draw. Painting is imparting the essence to others, it doesn't have to be very similar."

"Did you draw it to pass on to the gods?" Although Liufang felt that the face on the painting was very familiar, it was not very similar to her sister.

Huai Xiu took the fan and put it beside Buheng's face. He nodded in satisfaction.