Chapter 1818: Budding first love

  Chapter 1818 The budding first love

  Gu Fenghua both felt the same about Hu Moyu's words. As the saying goes, seeing words is like seeing people, seeing pictures and seeing their gods. Looking at those calligraphy and paintings, they seem to see the elegant and elegant white man standing in front of the famous Yushu. Oh no, Master Yuanzheng should not be young anymore. , Shouldn't be a white-clothed boy anymore.

However, judging by the fresh and airy meaning in the calligraphy and painting, the master of the Yuan Zheng should not be too old, and for a powerful sage, it is not surprising that he has a life span of thousands or even tens of thousands of years. , His mood often also affects his appearance. No matter how old the appearance of the Master Zheng is, he will certainly not grow old.

"Fenghua, what do you think Master Yuanzheng is like?" Without waiting for Gu Fenghua's answer, she asked and answered, "I guess this Master Yuanzheng must be fluttering in white, gentle and elegant, with a smiling mouth and eyes like stars... "Lorne said with a smile on his lips.

   "I didn't see that you admire calligraphy, calligraphy and calligraphy so much?" Gu Fenghua knew that Lorne likes to buy and eat. I really don't know that she likes calligraphy and painting so much.

"I don't know how to calligraphy, calligraphy, and calligraphy, but I think people who are proficient in calligraphy and calligraphy are out of vulgarity. I don't know, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate it." Lorne cast a blank glance at Gu Fenghua, then turned his head like crazy. I admired the calligraphy and painting on the wall drunkly.

  Gu Fenghua looked at the little star full of Lorne's eyes, with a look of longing, just like the look of Ye Wu-Se's longing for the girl in Xianchi. I was shocked, this guy wouldn't be the same as Ye Wuse, just because of other people's talents, I admired in my heart.

  It’s not that it’s not good to admire talented people, good people, who doesn’t like it? However, this kind of budding love that blind people feel like elephants will eventually wither, and they will die miserably. Not only will the buds wither, but the roots will also wither. Ye Wu-Se is a typical example.

  An ominous premonition rose in Gu Fenghua’s heart, but what happened to the lost sense of expectation of watching a good show deep down in his heart?

   "Dang!" A crisp sound suddenly came from behind the closed door, which interrupted Gu Fenghua's fantasies and Lorne's longing imagination.

   "What happened?" Gu Fenghua asked worriedly.

   "Isn't it a delusion." Lorne's expression was obviously more nervous than her. As a result, Gu Fenghua became even more worried.

   "It's okay, Master's enlightenment of the mystery of the Holy Dao often does this, you don't need to worry." Shen Tinglan and Qin Hanyu seemed to have been used to it for a long time, and said calmly.

   "Bang Dang." As soon as the voice fell, there was another crisp sound from behind the door.

   "Really okay? Shall we go in and have a look?" As a result, Lorne's expression became more tense. As a result, Gu Fenghua became even more worried.

   "It's really okay. Master hates being disturbed when he is in retreat. We must not make him angry." Shen Tinglan said.

  Gu Fenghua and others have long seen that Shen Tinglan’s introvert and weak nature is far less lively than Qin Hanyu, but it is also much more stable. Since even she said so, they put down their worry and continued to wait quietly.

  Fortunately, the room quickly became quiet again, and there was no more abnormal noise, and the few of them were relieved, even Lorne was much calmer.

   "Crunch!" Unconsciously, I waited for more than an hour, and finally, at night, there was a soft noise from the door.

  Tantai white clothes finally came out.

  (End of this chapter)