Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!It seems that Song Zhi has not responded to the three questions that Jing Rong has repeatedly asked.

One is being forced.

The second is brotherhood.

The third is a brother.

The tone was helpless.

He didn't know what Jingrong had experienced?

But he knew that the past must be full of holes, enough to make tough guys like Jing Rong unable to cross over.

But what kind of story is it?

Confusion rose in his mind.

It's not easy to ask.

At this moment, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and with the cold wind blowing a few grains on his head, shoulders, clothes...

He brushed it gently and wrapped his sleeves.

Planning to go...

However, I accidentally looked in through the outside window and saw Ji Yunshu coloring the painting.

A pen.

Squeeze the cuff with one hand.Slightly leaned over and looked down, the long undrawn hair slowly swept over the shoulder from behind, and hung down next to the arm, the few strands of green silk were blown up by the cold wind, like a child wearing dance shoes, jumping happily At the same time, her fingertips holding the pen were also slowly swinging, and the thin brush was

The little halo on the paper shines bright and beautiful.

The portraits in the paintings are slowly being colored, and they become more and more true!

Although the painting is only a rough outline at the moment, and a few colors, the appearance of the woman in the painting can be seen as small and beautiful.

But it looks better than the picture, it is the person who is holding the strokes!

Ji Yunshu!

Song Zhi looked at her more and more fascinated!

The man was born really handsome, not only handsome, but also with fine skin and tender meat. This is a man like a woman.

But Song Zhi's head will not turn, and his temperament is very rigid.

When he saw that Ji Yunshu was wearing a man's suit, he assumed that he was a man. Although he looked like a woman, it was just like it.

There is no doubt that she is a woman.

however--

After staring tightly at Ji Yunshu for so long, he even felt a little faster.

This feeling is unprecedented.

He touched his chest and tried hard to press down his beating heart.

But the more it is, the faster it jumps.

It is possible to jump out of the mouth at any time.

too frightening!

I thought, could it be... I'm sick?

He was startled.

Although he is not afraid of death, he is afraid of getting sick.

Especially the kind that is half dead.

One suffers and the other burns money.

He is so poor, where there is money to see a doctor.

The more I think, the more scary I feel.

He quickly withdrew his eyes on Ji Yunshu.

Just to prevent yourself from being tortured to death by that feeling.

Take a breath.

"What's wrong with me?" he murmured softly.

Because the surroundings were quiet, he was just standing by the window.

So the little movement still alarmed Ji Yunshu who was painting inside.

She gave a hand, and the fine brush immediately left the paper.

When he heard the sound, he saw Song Zhi standing outside, pressing his chest with one hand, whispering with his head down.

"Song Gongzi? Are you?"

"Uh!" As soon as Song Zhi looked up, he met Ji Yunshu's delicate eyes.

The gradually calmed heart beat again violently.

As if to jump out of his mouth again.

Ji Yunshu lowered his eyebrows.

A little worried.

"Song Gongzi? What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine."

"But you don't seem to be okay."

"I... it's really okay." Song Zhi lowered his head, but his cheeks were red. He didn't know whether it was shy or because he was frozen. He said, "I'm here to give you porridge."

"Porridge?"

"But it's already cold. If you want to drink, I'll warm you up." Song Zhi hurriedly picked up the two bowls of porridge beside Jing Rong.

Bingbingliangliang!

Not at all hot.

Some are even frozen!

Ji Yunshu said, "No, I'm not hungry."

"You have been painting for so long, take a break."

"It's okay."

"Jinggongzi is right, you can really forget yourself when you paint, Jigongzi."

"Oh? Did he say that about me?"

Song Zhi said, "This is not the case, but... presumably it means.

Ji Yunshu smiled and looked outside. How could she remember that Jing Rong was still there, but this meeting was gone.

He asked, "Well, what about other people?"

Song Zhi pointed in a direction and said, "He has gone."

"Oh!"

"That... I won't bother you anymore. Continue to draw. If you are hungry, call me anytime and I will cook porridge for you."

Ji Yunshu saw him standing at the window with two cold bowls facing him. The picture was very funny, and he quickly refused, "I really don't need it. It's so cold outside. You son Song will rest."

"Okay, then I'm gone."

Song Zhi bowed inexplicably towards her.

He left.

Ji Yunshu was dull.

How do you feel Song Zhi is different from before?

But it was different there, and he couldn't think of it.

Simply--

Shook his head.

Never mind!

Also began to continue painting.

In two days, she had probably figured out the appearance of the dead.

There is basically no difference.

After all, she drew many portraits of the deceased's facial contours, and pinched a lot of bones with pottery clay, and then came together in groups to get this portrait.

As long as there is no accident, wait for her to finish the color, and then slowly adjust, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow will come out.

...

the next day.

Pingyanghou Mansion.

Today, Gong Zuoxiang took his son Gong Shilin to visit him in person.

Also brought a lot of gifts.

To put it bluntly, it is to talk about the marriage of his son.

I also plan to let the two young people meet up today.

Inside the carriage in the snow.

Gong Shilin sat on his father's side, silently.

Only the sound of the wagon wheels rolling over the snow was heard.

Like a piece of paper torn.

The cold wind blew in from the outside and lifted the cloth curtain.

Gong Shilin hugged his arms, pursed his lips, and looked at his unsmiling father for a while.

Stop talking.

then--

Encourage the courage to say, "Daddy, don't worry so much."

Ok?

Gong Xiang frowned.

"what?"

"Baby means, don't worry today."

"How can you not worry?"

"What happened to Wenshu..."

Gong Zuoxiang interrupted him."I know that this matter is really a little bit faster, but since you like her, our two are friends, so this matter can not be delayed, and you should pay attention to it when you arrive at the Pingyang Houfu. Etiquette should not be lost."

No refusal.

Gong Shilin never likes to explain.

Therefore, I had no choice but to say more.

But he was unhappy in his heart.

The feeling was as uncomfortable as someone stirring in his heart.

Do you really love Li Wenshu?

Is it really acceptable?

But what about not loving?

What about not accepting?

The fate of him and Li Wenshu was doomed early.It's not a "no" word that can be chosen.