But his face looks exactly like Mr. Murongye's!
Seeing this scene, the little guy couldn't help but his eyes widened in surprise.
You know, she had just seen Murongye who looked like a little doll just ten years after this scene.
Is this person still going through?
Xiang Xing tilted his head and thought for a long time.
The frowning brow eased again.
Well.
Maybe this is Murong Ye's father or relatives, maybe.
but……
What is he painting?
Thinking about it, the little guy took two steps forward and looked at the drawing board in the little boy's hand.
But I saw an even more amazing scene.
He is naturally Luo Qingya on the painting stage.
It's just that Luo Qingya, head, limbs, and even torso in his paintings...
They are all like lotus root festivals, painted separately.
At first glance, this painting looks a little weird, but on the top of each torso, he has marked extremely precise dimensions.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like a—
The design of the doll?
The thought that suddenly jumped out made Xiang Xing startled again.
An ominous premonition gradually emerged in his heart.
Therefore, there really are puppets.
And this puppet was designed and made by this young boy who is 80% a member of the Murong family.
That's why the descendants of Murong's family will hear Luo Qingya's midnight singing...?
Thinking of the end, Xiang Xing still held a trace of skepticism.
But it doesn't make sense.
Can't think of a clue to the left and right, and can't wake up from this dream, the little guy has to squat by the boy and watch her continue to paint.
Until Luo Qingya finished singing on stage, she bowed deeply to the audience.
Then, the graceful voice that was sultry like mellow wine, he spoke leisurely.
"Everyone, I'm sorry, Qingya wants to announce something tonight."
Luo Qingya said, suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers, motioning the band behind to stop playing.
Soon, the audience also calmed down, looking suspiciously at the beauties on the stage.
She smiled relievedly as if she had made some determination.
He bowed deeply to the audience.
"Perhaps, it was very sudden, but Qingya decided to tell everyone tonight...tonight is the last night Qingya spent on the stage."
"Qingya, I'm going to retire."
She spit out these words leisurely.
His face was filled with a light of extremely happiness, and a touch of strong love that could not be concealed as hard as he could.
Xiang Xing couldn't help thinking of the story Jiang Yang had told.
The singing girl floating in the dust, fell in love with the big warlord who was on the side, determined to retreat and stay with him.
"……what? What?!"
The audience and guests in the audience were shocked after hearing this.
Luo Qingya is going to retire!
This swaying golden rose will never continue to sway on the stage from now on!
Even the young painter beside Xiang Xing's eyes widened in disbelief when he heard this.
But then, the speed of his hand painting became faster and faster.
As if to finish his masterpiece before Luo Qingya stepped down tonight.
The whole ballroom is noisy.
As a result, what Luo Qingya said next, Xiang Xing couldn't hear clearly.
All she knew was that when the boy finished the last stroke, Luo Qingya on the stage bowed again, then turned around without hesitation and returned to the backstage amidst a scream.
Many guests saw her leaving, and rushed to the stage with excitement, trying to catch up with her.
The scene seemed uncontrollable for a while.
But all of this seems to have nothing to do with this young painter.
I saw that he quickly took the drawing off the drawing board, and then even threw the drawing board, holding the drawing, and rushed directly to the last row of the ballroom.
Xiang Xing paused, and subconsciously stared in the direction where he ran.
But I saw a tall man dressed in a black army cloak, cold and handsome, and took the painting from the young man.
She was very familiar with the young man's handsome face.
It's Zhu Yuan!
Seeing this scene, the little guy's heart jumped wildly, and his pink lips pressed tightly subconsciously.
Zhu Yuan really has something to do with Luo Qingya.
Although it is still not sure what the relationship is.
Thinking about it, Xiang Xing stepped forward subconsciously, pacing towards the two who handed over the picture scroll.
However, just as soon as she walked behind the boy.
Zhu Yuan suddenly lowered his sharp eyes like an eagle, and stared in her direction coldly.
The little guy was so frightened that he froze in place and didn't dare to move.
Panicked.
What, what's the situation? ?
This is obviously her dream, and everyone around obviously didn't realize her existence.
But why does this Zhu Yuan seem to be able to see her!
The more Xiang Xing thinks about it, the more afraid he is.
Can't help but move back slowly.
However, Zhu Yuan seemed to have been staring at her, and the corners of her thin lips suddenly evoked a cold smile.
He actually passed the painting boy and walked straight towards her!
Then, those thin lips moved slightly.
Silent, but damnably made Xiang Xing understand the shape of the lips.
--Who are you?
"..."
The little guy suddenly felt his little heart sank.
He really saw her! !
Thinking about it, she could only take a few deep breaths to force herself to calm down.
A pair of small pink fists clenched tightly, and kept searching for the man's weakness in his eyes, ready to wait for him to get close, use fighting skills to restrain him, and then wait for an opportunity to escape or something...
pity.
Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, she didn't find any weaknesses in this man.
On the contrary, he first took out a handful of black holes, and after turning it slightly in his hand for a few minutes, he lifted it slowly and raised it towards her...
However, at this moment!
A vigorous figure suddenly rushed over from the side.
After spreading her arms and holding her in her arms, she turned directly...
at the same time.
In the direction of Zhu Yuan, there was also a "bang!" A familiar sound.
In the next second, she heard the man hugging her tightly and made a very familiar hiss.
Immediately afterwards, there was a hoarse muffled sound.
"...Boss!"
Hearing the voice that made her breath violently, Xiang Xing was shocked, and subconsciously hugged him back.
But seeing Wu Chen's exquisite and perfect handsome face, it was already paper-white at this moment, and cold sweat was constantly falling down his forehead.
The little guy was really scared, and two big bubbles burst into tears, spinning wildly in his trembling soft eyes.
This dream...what is going on!
"...Hey, don't panic, you have to wake up quickly."
Seeing how she was about to cry in fright, Wu Chen couldn't help taking a deep breath, enduring the sharp pain in her arm.
Immediately raised the other arm, caressed the trembling soft cheek carefully and gently, and said softly, "Come on, close your eyes... follow, follow me..."