Song Xixi returned to the room, immediately spread the rice paper, grind the ink and started writing.

Does Mr. Sheng like antique calligraphy and painting?

Instead of spending time looking for calligraphy and paintings for him, she would rather draw a picture for him personally. Although it is not expensive, it is better to do so.

Song Xixi thought for a while, put away the rice paper and changed into a silk silk of moderate size.

Chinese painting is created by brush and rice paper. Silk paintings are made of materials such as silk, silk, silk, silk, silk, and satin. The famous "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" is silk painting. Although the process of silk painting is extremely complicated, the effect is better than that of Chinese painting.

Drawing a silk painting is time-consuming and laborious, and it is hard to imagine. First, grind the ink carefully to make a sketch, and then slurry the silk cloth flat. The silk cloth itself does not absorb water. It requires mixing alum and glue in a certain proportion to make a glue-alum aqueous solution, so that the color can be better absorbed on it.

Then put the silk cloth on the board, spread it flat and lengthen it, then use a brush to dip it around the silk cloth, discharge air, and fix the silk cloth. Only when the silk cloth is dry can you paint on it...

Song Xixi didn't like to be disturbed when painting. The servant Aunt Zhang came over to invite her downstairs for dinner. She was discomfortable. She was immersed in painting and entered the state of selflessness. Song Xixi completely forgot that time had passed. The crescent moon was hanging outside the window, and the wall clock on the wall pointed to twelve o'clock.

Suddenly, there was a knock outside the door, one more and one more rush, pulling Song Xixi back from the state of selflessness.

Song Xixi was somewhat displeased when disturbed by someone, "Who?"

"It's me."

This sound is Sheng Yanyi.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Song Xixi heard something was wrong in the two simple words.

Could it be Sheng Yanyi's old habit? He has made another problem?

Thinking of this, Song Xixi quickly put down the brush in her hand and got up to open the door.

As she expected, Sheng Yanyi stood with difficulty on the wall with one hand, her face pale, and a dense layer of sweat on her forehead.

Song Xixi helped him walk into the room without saying a word, "Sit down, I'll get the needle."

Sheng Yanyi's eyes closed, and the word "Yeah" was almost inaudible.

Song Xixi applied acupuncture for him quickly. Half an hour later, Sheng Yanyi slowly opened his eyes, and his spirits were much better with the naked eye.

She called half a basin of hot water, wet the towel and handed it to him, "You are covered in sweat, wipe it. Your body is now at a time of weakness and is prone to wind and cold."

Sheng Yanyi's eyes fell on her hands holding a towel, her hands were like soft skin like cream, like a fine art treasure.

After making a painting for several hours, she just put a needle on him again. Song Xixi's hand was sore and soft. Seeing that he did not reach out to take it, she urged: "Mr. Sheng, you go ahead!"

Sheng Yanyi's eyes gradually moved upwards, staring at her face for a few seconds, his voice hoarse and weak, "I feel weak now and I can't even lift my hands."

Song Xixi was stunned.

So, what does this mean?

What he implies is to let her do good people to the end?

Sheng Yanyi seemed to understand what she thought, and slowly spoke: "Ms. Song, you are a good person to do it to the end."

Song Xixi: "…"

It's really "a tiger falls into the sun and is bullied by a dog". Thinking about her previous life, from the day when she was born, Song Xixi, from the legitimate daughter of the General's Mansion to her later mother's mother, she lived a lifelong dignity with bold capitals. She has always been serving her carefully, so how could she serve others?

But after coming here, she completely became a poor little maid.

"Why, don't you?" Sheng Yanyi asked.

Well, she actually wrote the four words "reluctant" on her face clearly.

Song Xixi's word "yes" has reached her mouth, and she can see that he is so weak that he cannot take care of himself. She inexplicably felt that he was very pitiful. She was so maternal that she silently swallowed the word back into her stomach.

"I can't say I don't want to, it's just that men and women are not allowed to marry each other." Song Xixi casually pinched her a reason.

"Will men and women kiss each other?" Sheng Yanyi smiled faintly, "Don't they say that there is no gender in the eyes of doctors?"

"But I'm not a doctor." Song Xixi shrugged and joked: "Mr. Sheng, I don't have a doctor's qualification certificate."

Song Xixi learned that doctors of this era, that is, doctors, need to take the doctor's qualification certificate before taking the job.

Sheng Yanyi: "I don't mind."

Song Xixi: "…"

"Forget it, I'll help you." Song Xixi glanced at her unfinished "Song Crane New Year" from the corner of her eyes, thinking that she would have tonight all night, so she would not waste her precious time with him.

After the silk painting is painted, someone needs to be framed. The silk paintings are not as woven than Chinese paintings, and they are easy to wrinkle, and mounting them is also very time-consuming and laborious. Two days will be Mr. Sheng’s birthday, and she has no time to waste.

Song Xixi's movements were very gentle. Because she had never done anything to serve others, she didn't do it carefully, and even her movements were a bit rude.

She got closer, and Sheng Yanyi smelled the scent of cherry blossoms on her body with a sweet scent.

The fragrance is light, there is no place, and it is heart-warming.

"Okay!" Song Xixi threw the towel back into the basin, "Mr. Sheng, it's getting late, you can go back to your room to rest earlier."

Song Xixi said while washing a towel: "During this period, Mr. Sheng is still not suitable to work hard, quit smoking and drinking, and pay attention to rest."

Sheng Yanyi: "Okay."

Song Xixi took the basin back to the bathroom to pour it out. When she came out, she saw Sheng Yanyi not leaving yet. Instead, she stood at the desk and looked at her unfinished "Song Crane New Year".

Hearing the footsteps approaching, Sheng Yanyi did not look up at her, "You can paint fine brushwork and silk?"

Song Xixi replied: "I understand a little bit."

Sheng Yanyi remembered that he asked her last night: Have you studied medicine before?

Her answer at that time also understood a little, but it turned out to be shocked.

He looked down at the picture of pine and cranes on the silk silk. Although it had not been colored yet, the specific sketch had been completed. The two cranes in the picture were beautiful and vivid in shape, the straightness of the pine trees, and the thatch between the rocks was natural and just right... The majestic and grand atmosphere were not bad, which shows that the painter made a profound contribution.

Understand medical skills and can paint.

This woman is not as unbearable as the rumors outside.

At least, she has been refreshing the "surprise".

"Your painting is given to the old man as a birthday gift?" Sheng Yanyi said with a certain statement.

"Mr. Sheng is indeed extremely intelligent, and he will be right as soon as he guesses." Song Xixi's flattery was so heartless that she was not at all concerned.

Sheng Yanyi also heard someone's perfunctory and smiled and said, "The pine tree does not wither in winter, and its longevity is long, which means immortality. Cranes are called immortal things among the people and are symbols of immortality. When the two are combined together, they are auspicious birthday pictures."

Song Xixi grinds the ink carefully with clear water, "Mr. Sheng, it's getting late, you can go back early to rest."

Sheng Yanyi's eyes were withdrawn from the silk painting and fell on Song Xixi, "You don't eat dinner tonight, just to draw this silk painting?"

"Yes." Song Xixi didn't raise her head, "Silver painting takes time and effort. The day after tomorrow it will be Grandpa Sheng's birthday. If I don't hurry up, it will be too late."

Sheng Yanyi: "You are planning to stay hungry all the time?"

It would be fine if he didn't mention the word hunger, after all, when he was busy, he was empty and he didn't feel hungry at all. Now when he mentioned it, he found that his stomach was singing the empty city plan.

But now, she doesn't have time to eat, "It's okay."

"It's okay?" Sheng Yanyi's tone rose gently, revealing obvious displeasure, "Ms. Song turns out to be famous for two-standard standards!"

"Highly famous double-standard?" Song Xixi looked at Sheng Yanyi with confusion, "What does it mean?"

"You will only remind me to pay attention to my health, but you don't take your own body seriously at all." Sheng Yanyi said: "Miss Song, I believe that the credibility of what you say will be greatly reduced in the future."

Song Xixi: "…"

As for the trivial matter to raise this level?

Song Xixi smiled embarrassedly, "Mr. Sheng, haven't you seen me busy? How can I have time to eat? When I finish my work, I will solve the problem of food and clothing."

"You don't have to do it yourself when you eat." Sheng Yanyi said.

Song Xixi looked up at the time. It was almost one o'clock in the morning. "Forget it, it's too late. Everyone has already stopped. It's unforgivable to disturb people's dreams."

"Mr. Sheng, you should go back and rest early, too." Song Xixi urged: "I will finish my work later. I will go to the kitchen to have a bowl of noodles."

Sheng Yanyi got up and left, and helped her close the door.

The living room has returned to quiet.

After about half an hour, the door was quietly pushed open again.

The person who came was doing slight movements, but Song Xixi didn't pay attention. What really made her distracted was the fragrance of food.

Song Xixi suddenly looked up and saw Sheng Yanyi coming back, holding a bowl of steaming noodles in her hand.
Chapter completed!