Pan Xiangan looked at Su Hezhi, startled, and then replied: "Where is he in us, he has the reputation of being a painting saint."

"Painting Saint?"

Duanmuya's eyebrows moved, "That's a very high compliment, Su Gongzi's painter should be much higher than I said, right?"

"I guess everyone is just screaming."

Pan Xiangan retracted his gaze and said stiffly: "Our hometown is not big, and the news is closed. Although there are many talents, it is a small place. Small places are standard things. It has never been credible."

Duanmu Yawang shrugged, noncommittal, but looked at him thoughtfully, and said: "Pan Gongzi, I think Su Gongzi treats you really well, and he cares about your brother very much. The method he proposed to paint this time is really very good. Okay, also very hard."

Pan Xiang'an moved his eyelids, pursed his lips, and groaned for a while before he reluctantly said: "He really cares about my second brother's affairs."

"The two have a good relationship?"

"Yeah." At least he was better than him.

Pan Xiangan thought so, and added: "According to Zi'an, he and Su Hezhi are considered heroes, and the second brother admires Su Hezhi very much."

"Heroes to cherish?"

Duanmu Yawang was holding the tea to drink, and couldn't help but smile when he heard the words, "Your second brother classifies himself as a hero, but he doesn't have a face and skin."

Pan Xiangan listened, but was not annoyed, but smiled, "Second brother is indeed very skinny sometimes."

After speaking, thinking of something, he sighed again, "Unfortunately, he has been in poor health since he was a child, and there are not many opportunities to play well. After contracting a strange disease a few years ago, he even dared not even go out or even dare to go out. I went to meet people."

Duanmu Ya looked startled.

Pan Xiangan's words choked up: "Gongyu, I believe in the word "Tian Jealous Talent", but my second brother is still too young, no matter how clever, no matter how jealous God is, I will give him time. He is really too young. Now, I'm going to suffer such torture..."

Duanmu Yawang was dull in her heart, and she didn't know what to say.

He didn't know how to comfort him, Su Hezhi's voice suddenly appeared in her mind, and he said: "Gongyu Young Master, you can change the topic. The more you talk about it, the more sad he will be. This topic cannot be touched."

Su Hezhi was talking to her heartily.

Duanmu Yawang glanced at Su Hezhi, but saw that he was holding the pen and raised her head, and solemnly nodded with her. Duanmu Yawang smiled and said, "Master Su, you really care about Master Pan."

Su Hezhi looked down and said lightly: "It's my cousin after all."

Duanmu Yawang pulled the corners of her mouth and shrugged: "That's right, but I think Young Master Pan seems to have been hostile to you?"

"...There is a little misunderstanding between us," Su Hezhi obviously didn't intend to say too much, and solemnly said: "Master Gongyu, I'm bothering you, so let's change the subject."

People don't want to say that Duanmu Yawang is not too difficult for others, so he nodded and gave a word: "Okay."

After that, she patted Pan Xiang'an on the shoulder, and changed the subject without a trace: "Pan Gongzi, do you remember our affairs in Donggong Mountain? It's the thing I found the spirit stone..."

Duanmu Yawang and Pan Xiangan talked about Donggong Mountain, how Duanmu Yawang knew where there are spirit stones, and how she judged the level of spirit stones.

The fact that Duanmu Yawang found the Lingshi shocked everyone. When Duanmu Yawang took the initiative to bring up such a chat, Pan Xiangan was naturally very interested, and his attention was immediately diverted.

Therefore, Duanmu Yawang started from some things about Donggong Mountain, and then talked about her own things in Jiuyou Mountain. Of course, she only said how she survived in Jiuyou Mountain and what happened to Jiuyou Mountain. She was not specific. Say.

However, survival in Jiuyou Mountain was originally a difficult task, and Duanmu Yawang was articulate again, and talked about things ups and downs and dangers, so after such a chat, they talked for almost an hour.

The two were chatting happily. In the end, Su Hezhi finished the painting and said, "Master Gongyu, the painting is finished, please take a look."

"good."

At the end of the conversation between the two, when Pan Xiangan heard Su Hezhi's words, his originally relaxed expression suddenly became tense. He put down the cup in his hand with a thump, and quickly stood up and walked towards the case table.

Seeing him so impatient, Duan Muya had to put down the cup and followed.

"Good drawing!"

Pan Xiangan looked over and immediately cheered and raised his eyes to greet Duanmu Ya and said, "Master Gongyu, my second brother is exactly what this painting looks like. It doesn't seem to be biased."

"Okay, let me take a look."

Duanmu Yawang walked over and saw Su Hezhi's paintings in full view.

There is a scene painted on this painting.

The scene is a bed, a boy, lying on a rather luxurious bed, the boy has a dry face, his skin is like withered grass, and there is almost no nutrient at all.

Most importantly, the teenager's belly bulged high.

The boy at this moment was struggling with his chest in pain, his face was a little distorted because of the pain.

If Duanmu Yawang didn't know that this was a teenager, she thought it was a pregnant girl who was on the verge of death!

It is no exaggeration to say that Su Hezhi's paintings are really very good, and they are very detailed, using various colors of dyes to truly depict the situation of the teenager.

Duanmu Ya looked around and felt that she was standing next to the boy's bed.

After Duanmu Yawang walked over and stared at the painting carefully, Pan Xiangan didn't dare to get out of the air, staring at Duanmu Yawang nervously, waiting for her to say a word.

When Duanmu Ya looked at the portrait, his first thought was that the painting was really good. The second thought was to say to Xiao Bailu: "It really looks like the queen according to the situation."

"right."

Little Bailu shuddered when he looked at the boy in the painting, "However, he is a boy, but now he looks like a pregnant woman. It is really tormenting for him."

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang's face was solemn, "Moreover, according to Pan Xiangan, Pan Zi'an has been ill for several years, that is to say, his situation has been going on for several years."

"hiss!"

Little Bailu took a breath, and couldn't bear it. "That would be too painful. How strong he can endure for so many years, how strong his will is."

"right."

Moreover, Duanmu Yawang had noticed that although the young man had pain on his face, he still had tolerance and determination, and his eyes were not all gloomy and dull.

Ordinary people, suffering from such a humiliating disease, might have been tempted to commit suicide a long time ago.

Little Bailu has always been soft-hearted, staring at Duanmu Yawang and asked: "Master, do you have any way? He looks really pitiful."

"Not yet."

When Duanmu Yawang said, he looked up at Pan Xiangan and said: "Pan, I'm sorry, but I have no clue when looking at this brother’s illness. I want to go back and think about it again, look through some materials, and see if I can Can't think of a way?"