Strange Tales of the Ghosts - Chapter 74

[Chapter 74 Wolf Husband (3)]

The little maid came to Han Ruomei’s boudoir with the scroll in her hand, and whispered, “Miss, sir, let someone send the portrait.”

“Who wants to see what portrait?” After Han Ruomei opened the door, she angrily took the maid in her hand Her painting scroll fell to the ground. In her opinion, those matchmakers were all liars. No matter how well-spoken the young man was, he was actually disgusting. Just like the prince she saw last year, the portrait looked handsome, but the result was When they met, they were fat-headed and vulgar.

The little girl was terrified, and hurriedly went to pick up the scroll on the ground. Who knew, just as she touched her hand, a gust of wind suddenly blew. The wind in April must be a precursor to rain, and the flowers and leaves in front of the house flew all over the place. , the blowing made people unable to open their eyes, and the scroll of painting was unfolded in front of Han Ruomei by the power of this wind. For a moment, Han Ruomei was stunned. The young man in the painting was handsome and martial, with a smile on his face, as if he was still looking at herself, which made her face a little hot, and hurriedly instructed the maid: “Pick up the scroll and put it on my desk.”

“Miss…” The maid didn’t understand what Han Ruomei meant.

Han Ruomei became even more shy when she heard the maid’s question. She pretended to be angry and said, “Put that portrait in my room, don’t you understand?

” out of joy.

When the maid sent the scroll into Han Ruomei’s room, Han Ruomei pushed the maid away and closed the doors and windows. She did nothing but stared blankly at the scroll on the table. Recalling over and over again when the wind blew up just now, at the moment when the painting scroll was opened, she felt her heart pounding, and she didn’t know if the person in the painting was too realistic or for some other reason, but she was so ashamed. Dare to open that painting again. Sitting like this is an afternoon, this is the longest afternoon she has ever spent, without reading or writing, just sitting like that, but she doesn’t feel bored, the girl’s heart is shy and bold, just waiting When the night comes, she will see Lang Yan again.

In the evening, Han Qingmu ordered people to deliver the food to Han Ruomei’s room, but Han Ruomei didn’t eat a single bite, so she withdrew the food. Han Qingmu thought that Han Ruomei was still losing her temper, so she didn’t ask. Who would have known that Han Ruomei actually missed a person in the painting, and just after everyone in the Han residence fell asleep, Han Ruomei opened the painting scroll with the oil lamp in her hand. It was unheard of for Han Ruomei to be able to draw such vivid characters on white paper and black ink. The people in the painting became more active after nightfall, smiling for a while, but silent for a while, what surprised Han Ruomei was that she was only Why is there such a big change in the painting?

“How could it be…” The oil lamp shone on Han Ruomei’s blushing face, and the cherry mouth became even more red, and the image of the person in the painting appeared in his mind unconsciously, as if the person was standing in front of him, making his breathing start to quicken. . Touching her hot face, Han Ruomei felt that she couldn’t watch it any longer. She couldn’t bear to roll the scroll, so she lay down on the bed, covered the quilt, closed her eyes, and forced herself to stay away from the boundless imagination. However, the more you want to control it, the harder it is to control, that kind of thinking has actually sneaked into the dream. In the dream, in a peach blossom forest, surrounded by fairy mist, when Han Ruomei didn’t know she was lost, she actually saw the young man, the young man stood in the middle of the peach blossom forest, smiling without saying a word.

[End of This Chapter]