The blind old man said softly: "You must be wondering, how could such a beautiful woman be related to a bad old man like me??"

Qu Yong touched his nose and said: "It's not difficult to guess. Since you are a painter, I think this beauty came here because of her fame. Please paint her. You should also keep a copy as a souvenir."

"That's right! What a big mistake!" The blind old man nodded, shook his head, and sighed: "Well, back then, I was not as bad as I am now. Back then, I could draw all the beauties in the world with just one painting pen, so You said it's true that she came here because of her reputation." When he talked about the past, his demeanor was like a completely different person.

Qu Yong said: "Your Excellency was a painter in the palace back then, and he must have demanded that a painting be as difficult as heaven. What he said was sincere and absolutely sarcastic." If it were anyone else, it would be difficult to believe that this poor and down-and-out man could be a palace painter. Royal painter.

The corners of the blind old man's mouth twitched. The respect of others was his most precious gift over the years.

"You said it was a big mistake. This was not left by me on my own initiative, but by her. I have only painted this painting for her in my whole life. After the painting was completed, my life's hard work has been exhausted. How can I keep another copy?" The blind old man said. He murmured: "She is also one of the people who begs for paintings. She is the most beautiful and the last person who asks for paintings."

Qu Yong said: "The last one?"

The blind old man pointed to his blind eye and said: "Yes, after I finish painting her, I will never be able to pick up a paintbrush again."

Qu Yong said: "Why?"[

The blind old man said: "I am blind."

Qu Yong said: "I have heard that there were famous craftsmen in ancient times who did not hesitate to forge famous swords with their own bodies, so they only produced one famous sword in their lifetime, but never heard that a painter could only paint one painting in his lifetime?"

"That's just because you haven't met a real great painter!" The blind old man sneered: "Because after I finished painting her, I was exhausted mentally and physically, and I didn't want to paint for anyone anymore, so I destroyed my own eyes. "

Qu Yong seldom studied calligraphy and painting. When he looked at it, he felt as if the beauty in the painting was about to burst out of the paper at any time and become lifelike. This may be the difference between paintings and modern photos. Although photos can reveal a person's details, photos But the value is far less than that of paintings. The difference may lie in the feeling. Paintings contain the painstaking efforts and deep feelings of the painter. Each painting is what the painter says to the world and the people in the painting. When this When an emotion is strong enough, it can affect the person looking at the painting. Obviously, the painting in front of Qu Yong is filled with a person's passionate emotions throughout his life. It almost makes people think that it is not a painting, but a painting. Real beauty.

"Indeed, a painting like this is already the pinnacle of human perfection, and there is no need to paint it again."

Seeing that Qu Yong agreed with his point of view, the blind old man said excitedly: "Yes, in fact, after the painting was completed, I should have committed suicide to improve my virtue, but the agreed time passed earlier, and she has not come to pick up the painting. I have been waiting for a long time. Then, with the emperor's order pressing down on me, I had no choice but to destroy my eyes. From then on, I moved to this doghouse and became a fortune teller."

Qu Yong said: "She asked you to paint, but couldn't you come back to pick up the painting after you finished it? And you haven't come for so many years, I'm afraid..."

"She won't come!" the blind old man said bitterly: "After all these years, I can't wait for her at all. She once mentioned that after finishing the painting, she would go to China to complete a very dangerous mission."

"Dangerous mission? Go to China?" Qu Yong squinted his eyes and looked at the painting carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the person in the painting looked familiar. "Your painting is more than 20 years old, and now the person in the painting is at least forty. There are too many, why do I think she looks familiar?"

The blind old man shook his head and said: "You can't know her. If you have seen her, you will recognize her immediately when you see this painting, because her beauty will be engraved in the heart of people."

"No, I think I've seen her before..." Qu Yong stretched out his hand to cover half of the painting's face. Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, his whole body seemed to be unsteady, and his face looked extremely ugly.

"She...she is...she..."

The blind old man asked curiously: "Do you know him?"

Qu Yong lost his voice and said: "Is her name Miyamoto Haruko?"

The blind old man was even more surprised than Qu Yong. He almost fell to the ground and exclaimed: "How do you know? How do you know?" [

"I understand." Qu Yong vaguely guessed after getting the affirmative answer. The person in this painting should be Miyamoto Haruko. It was painted by an artist before she left for China. She probably didn't get it in time. After leaving, I encountered great changes when I returned to Japan, making it impossible to take any more paintings.

"Do you really know her?" The blind man's senses were very sensitive, as if he could hear the vibration in Qu Yong's heart.

"She is my wife." Qu Yong slowly calmed down, opened the door panel of the room, and let the sunlight shine directly into the room. He looked carefully, and sure enough, the person in the painting was really Miyamoto Haruko, but she was not the same as Miyamoto Haruko. What he saw was younger and more beautiful. The difference was that the Miyamoto Haruko didn't have the sorrow in the painting on her eyebrows. It seems that when she was painting, she was also worried about her trip to China. Qu Yong sighed and said: "My uncle A beautiful wife!"

"This is impossible, how is this possible?!" The blind old man trembled and grabbed Qu Yong's wrist, holding it tightly, shouting: "She is your wife? Where is she now? What happened to her! She married Is she okay?!"

"She" Qu Yong can hardly say whether Miyamoto Haruko's current situation is good. Thinking of the dungeon where the sun never shines and the ruined face of Miyamoto Haruko after going without food, it is because Qu Yong has only seen him look good once. He had a weird look on his face, which was why he couldn't recognize his true appearance for a while. He said in a deep voice: "She, I don't know how she is doing now, or even whether she is still there."

"That's enough. Stop talking." The blind old man didn't want to listen anymore. He said, "It's enough for me to know that she is still alive and that she is married. I am very satisfied."

"Hey" Come to think of it, Miyamoto Haruko was really more beautiful than a fairy back then. It's no wonder that not only did she fall in love with the painter at first sight, but she also turned the two brothers of Destiny against each other, causing disasters that continue to this day and are still affecting the next generation.

"Your Excellency, since you are Qingzi's junior, this painting." The blind old man held the painting and was reluctant to let it go for a long time. His mind was filled with reverie. Finally, he put it into Qu Yong's hands and said cautiously: "Your Excellency is Jiao Mudan. , I am the man of destiny, I believe in you, and I will leave this painting to you."

"Leave it to me?" Qu Yong was stunned, but then he thought about it. The person in the painting was his wife, so it made sense to leave the painting to him. "But, I'm afraid I can't find her."

The blind old man seemed to be extremely tired. He let go of Qu Yong's hand and moved back to the broken sofa little by little with a cane. He seemed to have shrunk even weaker. His energy had long been pinned on this painting, and now When the painting is gone, his energy and energy are also gone. This body is just a skinny bag. "It doesn't matter if you can't find it. It's better to leave it to you than to stay with me. In two years, I'll bury it in the earth." Damn, this painting has been ruined."

"Okay." Qu Yong put away the scroll and said, "I will definitely find a way to deliver this painting to my master's wife!" He paused and suddenly said: "Actually, I have heard a saying, The reason why a blind man can be a fortune teller is because people think that if the physical eye is blind, it is easier to open the mind. Are you right?"

The blind old man said forcefully: "That's just nonsense."

Qu Yong said: "That is not nonsense, at least if you think it is not, then it must not be, what do you think?" He came out of the dilapidated hut, let out a long breath, and felt that his body and soul were relaxed. .

The physical eye is blind, but the mind's eye is opened. To open the mind's eye, you don't necessarily have to tell fortunes. Why can't you paint? This truth seems very subtle, but if you think about it carefully, it is not too difficult.

"I originally came to see Natsuki, but I didn't know there was no news about her. What I encountered was the past of my master's wife. By the way, I should go and look for my master's wife. If she is willing to come out, wouldn't she and my uncle be twins? If the swords are combined, the world will be two, and then they take Nayue with them, and they will be able to take care of my worries."

He made up his mind, carried the scroll on his back, used his body technique, and disappeared in the imperial city in a moment.

Qu Yong rushed out of the imperial city and saw a long queue of taxis waiting for customers. He also got into a car with the crowd. The driver actually stirred up the atmosphere and said to Qu Yong who got in: "You Well, you are my fifteenth guest today, so I want to sing a song for you!"

"Really? I always thought Japanese people are very serious." Qu Yong, who was never willing to refuse others, smiled and said, "What do you want to sing?"

"I sing a song about going to see the cherry blossoms in March."

The driver didn't care whether Qu Yong wanted to listen to this song or not, so he started humming to himself. After humming a few words, he suddenly paused again and said with some embarrassment: "Guest, where are you going?"

"Let's go to Luo Ying Villa." Qu Yong thought about it over and over, not sure whether he should take this painting back to Tianming to see. Although the person in the painting was his temporary wife, he was about to have a decisive battle in front of him. If he rashly Show this painting to him. If his mood fluctuates or anything goes wrong during the decisive battle, it will be a lifelong regret.

"Okay!" The driver started humming a little tune again. It was not too unpleasant at last, so Qu Yong went with him. The Luoying Villa was not in the city, until it was very far out of the city, surrounded by green mountains and green waters. Finally, the driver finally finally Stopping in the driveway: "Luoying Villa is in the woods in front. You can get out of the car and walk two steps to get there."

Qu Yong paid and got out of the car, and finally said: "If you play some radio music in your car next time, I think business will be better."

This Sakura Villa is indeed a quiet and elegant place. Watanabe Hideki settled the two Destiny people here, and it seems to be quite sincere. The people in this Villa seem to have no idea that something happened to Watanabe, and everything is very peaceful. Qu Yong swiped his card at the door and walked quickly to his residence in the back mountain.
Chapter completed!