Fall In Love with the Boss Every Day

The old man picked up the brush and wanted to add something, but he couldn't find that kind of discord.

Obviously, the picture scroll has been completed, and this picture is a superior work in any era.

But in the eyes of the old man, there is something a little wrong.

He always felt that the painting in front of him was missing a trace of soul.

But at present, he can't find where the center of gravity of the soul is.

The old man put down his brush in a slump and sighed lowly.

He shook his head and walked out with his hands behind his back.

Tao Yanxi blinked suspiciously and floated over the picture scroll.

She looked carefully and found nothing wrong?

Why does the old man sigh? I really don't understand the requirements of such an old artist.

Tao Yanxi shrugged and continued to practice.

In the days that followed, the old man came here almost once a day, and every time he picked up the pen but never left it for a long time.

This kind of day lasted for a whole year, and during this year, Tao Yanxi finally cultivated to the first level.

This efficiency is really far worse than before. Fortunately, Tao Yanxi has a good mentality and doesn't feel anything.

A year later, the old man seemed to sense that his life was coming, and he huddled in his study every day, looking at the painting and thinking.

Tao Yanxi would sometimes naughty and tug at the old man's beard, but the old man didn't notice it.

Another half a year later, one day, the old man received a strange package.

There was only a short, withered branch of peach wood in the package.

The old man looked at the withered peach branch, his body stiff and his pupils dilated.

His hands trembled, as if remembering something very important.

"Yes, yes."

He muttered to himself, lifted the pen and lightly tickled the painting.

At this point, the painting is truly complete.

The old man put down his pen, hugged the charred peach branch, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and sat on the chair safely, no longer alive.

Tao Yanxi leaned over suspiciously, and saw that there was a trace of ink on the peach tree in the painting. Looking closely, it was a withered branch.

Tao Yanxi scratched her head, not understanding the meaning of the old man.

Obviously it is a vigorous tree, why add a withered branch? Don't you feel very inconsistent?

This question continued until someone came to take the painting, and Tao Yanxi heard stories about the old man from their mouths.

It turned out that when the old man was young, he once strayed into a peach blossom forest.

He met a young girl in Peach Blossom Forest and quickly fell in love with her.

But the girl chased the old man away one day. At the end of him leaving her, what he saw was the girl sitting on the stone chair with her head lowered, her long hair covering her expression, making him unable to see clearly. Can't guess.

After the old man came back, he had been obsessed with the girl, but the pressure of the family was on him, and he could not choose by himself.

Later, when he got old and the family didn't need him to worry, he spent ten years painting a picture.

The old man knew that the girl was a demon, the Peach Blossom Demon, so the name of the painting was "Peach Blossom Demon".

And this scene in the painting is the last scene when he leaves her.

When the old man received the withered branch, he suddenly remembered that when he left, the peach tree behind the girl had already withered.

And that peach tree is the girl's body.