2388 Is Her Mark

She saw Anan looking at her, his eyes as vast as stars, like the blue sea and clear sky, so deep that they seemed to be able to suck you into his world.

"right."

The three of them were stunned.

How to find this.

But I have been looking for this person for ten years.

I saw that he was no longer talking, but was drinking tea alone. His movements while drinking tea were very elegant, but there was a little loneliness in his elegance.

He just sat there quietly, with no trace of sadness, joy or sorrow, but he seemed to exude an intoxicating loneliness from his body, as lonely as the welcoming pine tree on the cliff that still stands upright after being beaten by wind and rain.

Although he is tenacious, he is lonely and lonely.

For thousands of years, there will be no end to death.

Gu Xiaowan was not prepared for this thought to occur to her. A deep feeling of powerlessness and distress spread like a spreading vine, starting from her heart and spreading to her limbs.

Gu Xiaowan only felt that this feeling was too dangerous. She hurriedly shook off these thoughts and suddenly said something strangely: "Then I hope you find her soon!"

The man then raised his eyes and glanced at Gu Xiaowan. The tenderness in his eyes was like the sea. With just one glance, he seemed to be able to see into Gu Xiaowan's heart.

Her heart was shocked, and she suddenly stood up with a loud noise, extremely lost her composure.

Gu Xiaoyi looked at her doubtfully: "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Gu Xiaowan suppressed the gaffe in her heart, tried her best to hold back the gaffe, and said calmly: "Mr. Nan, we have been harassing you for a long time, so we are leaving."

Anan didn't move, just hummed, didn't get up, and didn't send anyone away.

It seemed like they just left.

Gu Xiaowan and the others left the study without saying anything, and Xiaonian, who had been waiting outside, sent them out immediately.

Shen Wenjun asked the child: "Who is your master looking for? Have you seen him?"

If there is any news about this child, then he can help find someone.

Xiaonian shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

That's right. Mr. Nan said that he had been looking for him for ten years. This child looked to be only about ten years old. He was only that old at that time. How could he have seen him before?

When Gu Xiaowan left, she felt a pair of fiery eyes staring at her from behind. It has always been on my body and never moved away.

She frowned and her steps were a little sloppy. When Zuo on the side saw this, he hurriedly supported her and said, "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

Gu Xiaowan shook her head: "It's okay, maybe it's just the pressure that numbed my legs. Let's go!"

It wasn't until the door closed that those fiery eyes dissipated.

Xiaonian turned around and saw his master standing in front of the window sill, so he hurried over: "Master, they are gone."

Anan nodded, turned around and came to the desk again. The painting on the desk looks complete, but there is still one most important step left.

The woman in the painting has no face.

He finished drawing her figure, but he didn't know how to start drawing the face.

What if I find the wrong one?

He couldn't bear it anymore.

He finally rolled the dried painting into a ball and carefully placed it into a large vat nearby. There are already quite a few scrolls there.

Anan bent over and looked at so many scrolls. He took out one and opened it. It was also a slim and graceful woman, slightly smaller in stature, but unfortunately still without a face.

He looked a little irritated, rolled up the scroll at random, and threw it into the vat again. Then, he scratched his head and sat in front of the desk. He looked so painful that Xiao Nian looked on the side and almost shed tears.

He bit his lip hard to prevent himself from crying, and did not bother the master, just watching him silently endure the heart-wrenching pain and despair.

"Awan...Awan...where are you? Where are you?"

A broken and murmuring voice came out of his mouth. His voice was full of charming poison. It made people listen to it once and feel desperate. Although it was painful, they couldn't help it.

Seeing his master in such pain, Xiaonian couldn't bear it any longer. He ran outside and suddenly brought him a painting: "Master, this is my wife's painting. Take a look!"

Spreading out the painting in front of Anan, the woman in front of him was as beautiful as a painting, with a charming smile and curved eyebrows and eyes, like stars and crescent moons. She was so beautiful that she seemed to be out of this world.

Anan couldn't help but reached out and touched it, and Xiaonian choked and said: "Master, you have suspected her for a long time, right?"

Although that sister only looks a little bit like the master's wife, those eyes, raised slightly, can capture a person's soul with just one glance.

Although his eyes are not exactly the same as those of the master's wife, there is a faint shadow of the master's wife.

Anan didn't speak, he just stared at the portrait in the painting. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and stood up with a groan.

The originally desperate eyes were stained with a hint of hope.

"I'm going to find that old bald donkey."

They were right, if there were any recognizable markings on her body.

Why is there a mark? Her body was as soft, smooth and white as flawless silk, without even a single bit of damage.

However, she has other marks.

Although, he was not sure that she must have that kind of mark, but if it was by accident, did she really have it? Doesn’t that prove more than half of it?

Just when Xiaonian was about to say something, he saw a black shadow flash in front of him and the person disappeared.

Master Huiyuan was meditating when he saw the door of the Zen room being pushed open forcefully. like

He was so rude and rude that he didn't even need to open his eyes. There was only one person in the world who could push his door open like this.

"Are you here?" He greeted lightly, held down the last prayer bead, and then slowly opened his eyes, and saw Anan sitting opposite him, pouring tea familiarly.

With a touch of alienation and indifference on his face, Master Huiyuan didn't care at all and only accepted the tea he handed over.

"Su Ziyue is seriously ill, did you know?" Anan asked.

Master Huiyuan nodded: "The disease is terminal and there is no cure for it!"

"Is it true that there is no cure for medicine?" Anan said hesitantly.

The cup in Master Huiyuan's hand suddenly trembled: "You want her to go?"