"ah?"

Ning Caichen was shocked, his face turned red, and his lips kept squirming... It seemed very difficult, and it was not right, nor was it not right.

Lu Buping walked over with a puzzled look on his face, looked at it carefully, and said, "I can't see what's special about this painting?"

Could it be that my younger brother is so clumsy that he can’t see the charm of this painting?”

Mo Ziming said meaningfully: "This, you are going to ask Brother Ning."

"Ask Brother Ning?" Lu Buping subconsciously glanced at Ning Caichen: "Brother Ning, what is the name of this painting? Don't hide it, tell us."

"No... nothing, just... it's just an ordinary old painting..."

Ning Caichen stuttered and kept wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"Cousin, something is wrong with you!"

Qin Song finally found the signs and looked at his cousin steadily.

"When you mention this painting, you feel a little nervous. It's the cold spring season, but you keep sweating. Is there something you hide from us?"

"without……"

"The tea is here~"

At this time, the aunt walked in with a teapot.

"Auntie, go and do your business, we can do it ourselves."

"Okay, I'll go prepare lunch, you guys will talk first."

The aunt smiled, put down the teapot and walked out.

"Cousin, your expression has already explained the problem. There must be something wrong with this painting. Could it be... you stolen it?"

"No...how could I steal the painting..."

At this time, Mo Ziming looked at Ning Caichen and said with a serious look: "Brother Ning, it's not that I'm scaring you. With your current physical condition, you may have to be bedridden in another month."

"Ah?" Qin Song looked shocked:

Aren't you talking about painting?

Why did you suddenly get into my cousin's physical condition?

What is the connection between the two?

Ning Caichen was also startled, and subconsciously glanced at the painting, and said, "This, this... shouldn't be, right?"

"Cousin, Brother Mo's skills are far beyond your imagination. It's natural that he has his own reasons for saying this.

But Brother Mo, can you explain it clearly, what's wrong with my cousin?"

Mo Ziming pointed to the painting: "This painting is not an ordinary painting. If I guess correctly, Brother Ning is probably having fun in it all night and has fun..."

"What?"

"Is there such a good thing?"

"Cousin, I remember you haven't gotten married yet?"

Qin Song and the others started yelling for some reason.

Indeed, Ning Caichen is still single.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to get married, but that he doesn’t want to get married, but that he doesn’t want to get married.

He looked down on him with good conditions (mainly poor), and he looked down on him with poor conditions... He has been delayed until now.

"I don't, I don't, I really don't..."

Ning Caichen denied it.

However, he denied his tone, but no matter how he listened or looked, he seemed guilty.

Qin Song was finally beaten, so his mind was not stupid. He suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of the key point: painting!

To be precise, it is the beauty in the painting.

So he said with a strange look on his face: "Can you say that my cousin actually talked to the woman in the painting... how did you do it?"

"Cousin, I really don't, don't talk nonsense!"

"Cousin, your expression is getting darker and darker as you draw, and it is inevitable that people will be suspicious..."

At this time, Mo Ziming couldn't help but sigh: "Forget it, Brother Qin, it's fine if he doesn't admit it."

As the saying goes, a person dies under a flower, and a ghost is romantic. I believe Brother Ning is happy with it and has already put life and death aside."

"What the hell are you talking about? This... the people in the painting can also come out?"

Lu Buping glanced at the painting with a look of surprise.

Mo Ziming smiled and said, "Haha, don't ask me about this, I have to ask Brother Ning."

"I..." Ning Caichen's eyes changed for a while, and he finally asked carefully: "Brother Mo, is the matter really... that serious?"

"Do you think I'm scaring you? Your body bones are so weak that they are losing a lot of yang energy.

With your current state, if nothing unexpected happens, you can still last for a month.”

As soon as these words came out, Ning Caichen finally felt a little panicked.

Of course he knows his own body.

I want to say something that I am addicted to female sex, but I finally can't say it.

"I would like to ask Brother Mo to give me advice..."

"That depends on whether you are honest enough. Let's talk about what's going on with this painting?"

"this……"

"Cousin, Brother Mo, Brother Lu are not outsiders. Even if you have any hidden secrets, they will not promote them."

Ning Caichen hesitated for a while, then walked to the door and looked at it, then closed the door and walked back.

"Okay, I said..."

This matter starts three months ago.

That day, Ning Caichen went to a nearby countryside to buy things.

When I returned, I saw a stall selling old calligraphy and paintings at the entrance of the venue, and subconsciously stepped forward to take a look.

As a result, I took a look at a painting for some reason.

It’s not that the painting is of high quality, it is roughly normal, and Ning Caichen himself can draw it.

But he just liked the painting, and bought it for fifty cents and hung it in the room where he usually studied.

After reading, I walked to the painting and took a closer look.

In fact, he likes the women in the painting, and he feels like love at first sight, so he pays for this painting.

In this way, two months passed without realizing it.

That night, he studied very late, and he would inevitably feel a little sore and numb after sitting for a long time.

Just as he put down the book and stretched his waist and twisted his neck, he suddenly felt someone gently pinching his shoulders behind him...

It was midnight, the door was closed and the windows were closed. How could someone come in and even help him pinch his shoulders?

At the same time, I smelled a faint fragrance...

At that moment, Ning Caichen couldn't help but burst into cold sweat, his body stiffened, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Who? Who is behind?"

A giggle came from behind: "Young Master, don't panic. I just saw that your son was tired, so I loosened my muscles and bones for you."

"You...you...are you human or a ghost?"

Although Ning Caichen was frightened, he was not so scared that he panicked and plucked up his courage to ask.

"I am the one in the painting that the young master stares at every day."

"The person in the painting? Are you the woman in the painting?"

For a moment, Ning Caichen was both surprised and happy, completely forgot what he was afraid of and slowly turned around.

In the past, he had read some ghost stories and was very yearning for the adventures of the scholars in the book...

I didn't expect such a good thing to be his turn one day?

When I turned around, I saw that it was the woman in the painting, dressed and looked exactly the same.

I subconsciously looked at the painting... The woman on the painting was indeed gone, leaving only a blank mark in human form.

As the facts were in front of him, Ning Caichen could not believe it anymore.

An incredible surprise in my heart.

However, no matter how surprised the surprise is, I couldn't help asking: "Why can you come out of the painting? Are you a fairy?"

The woman sighed quietly: "It would be great if it were a fairy... I'm going to tell the young master that my family's name is Xiaoqian, and I have been dead for many years..."
To be continued...