"want!"

Duanmu Yawang didn't hesitate, and instantly no longer had the idea of ​​lying in bed. While putting on his clothes, he urged him: "Don't worry about me, you are busy with you, I will go over and take a look in a while."

"good."

Although Gong Yulanzhi said so, when Duanmu Yawang was wearing clothes, he was either watching from the side, or touching here and there with his hands. She even stood aside and watched when she was freshening up.

"..."

Duanmu Yawang was not angry, and stared at him: "Do you want to write anymore?"

Gong Yulan only then went back to the table, sat down and picked up the brush to continue writing.

This is the first time Duanmu Yawang has seen him sitting in a place writing something. His back is straight, and there is an indescribable elegance between his gestures.

Duanmu Yawang was familiar with it, looked at her black hair in the mirror, thought about it and put it on her silver hair, then walked behind Gong Yulan to watch him write something.

Gong Yulan stopped watching her coming, looked at her sideways, stretched out her hand and pulled her into his arms, let her sit on his lap, Duan Muya moved her buttocks, and jumped down: "Don't make trouble. , How do you write this?"

"Can."

Gong Yulan Zhi's nose rubbed against the back of her neck. Her skin was delicate and smooth, and she felt very good to the touch. He rubbed it and couldn't help but kissed him. He even took two bites from time to time.

Duanmuya shrank her neck with itching, and was too harassed by him. She twisted her head and pinched his neck with one hand. At the same time, she gritted his teeth and bit his neck, threatening: "You can't write anymore, try again!"

"Okay, no trouble."

How could Gong Yulan be afraid of her, just looking at her smart face, he couldn't help but want to follow her. Although he didn't make trouble, he finally pecked her lips twice before giving up.

Duanmu Yawang was very angry and wanted to get off his legs, but Gong Yulan held her waist tightly with one hand to prevent her from moving, holding the pen in the other hand, and began to write seriously.

He came down seriously, and Duanmu Yawang had the intention to look at what he wrote. At this time, he found that the paper was full of some strange symbols, which looked like simplified image text, but at first glance it seemed to be different. Some differences.

Because she used to study figurative characters, knowing its usage and rules, and even more acquainted with the shape of Qi. However, Gong Yulan only draws and writes these with beautiful graphics, and each one is so beautiful. She reads them according to the figurative characters and can’t read them. smooth.

Because, although similar, there are still differences between the strokes and the image text.

In a word, she couldn't understand it at all.

"what is this?"

Duanmu Yawang couldn't help asking.

"I don't know." Gong Yulan frowned. When he wrote these patterns, he didn't refer to what he was drawing, but he was writing while thinking. He moved quickly and thought. Pause, his lips pressed tightly, his expression focused.

"I do not know what that means?"

Gong Yulan stopped writing and said seriously: "When I tracked a person and went to a place, I accidentally found these graphics, but they were destroyed after a short while. I just wrote down everything I had seen."

Duanmu Yawang raised her eyebrows and looked at the graphics on several sheets of paper beside her, "Have you read it once, and then wrote it down?"

"Don't be so surprised."

Gong Yulan raised her lips slightly, looking at her purple eyes with pride: "In this regard, you are actually better than me."

He hasn't forgotten, every time he gives her a secret book or something, she usually looks at ten lines at a glance, and in many cases can write it down with just a glance, her memory is superb.

"Your graphics are very complicated."

Sometimes a figure is densely packed, with a lot of strokes, plus image-like text, many times a specific image is needed, and it is not easy to write and draw.

It was even more difficult for Gong Yulan to write them down.

"Um."

Gong Yulan replied, remembering something, and continued to write down. Duanmu Ya looked at him so attentively and did not bother him. At this time, there was a knock on the door in the room, and then the sound of the Sanskrit scriptures spread. Come in: "Xiao Yawang, are you up?"

"Woke up."

Duan Muya looked to the side and tilted her head, jumped off Gong Yulan's legs, the warm fragrance in her arms was gone, Gong Yulan's lips were not so good-looking.

But even if he was upset, he still pressed his lips and continued to write with his head down.

Memories are very mysterious, and I'm afraid that memory will break over time and it will be troublesome.

Duanmu Yawang ran to the door lightly and answered, and opened the door with as little movement as possible. When the door opened, the Huofei Little White Deer's Buddhist scriptures were all outside. I'm starving to death!"

"Shhh, don't disturb the master."

The Brahma Sutra glanced in, and saw Gong Yulan writing something, remembering something, and hurriedly raised his finger to his mouth, beckoning Xiao Bailu not to make a noise.

When the little Bailu heard it, his face stiffened, and he immediately did not dare to continue speaking, and ran to the other side of the corridor, far away from the door, as if he was afraid of the fire in the city.

"Wait for me first."

After Duanmu Yawang finished speaking, without waiting for a few people to react, Chao Gong Yulan walked over and asked him, "Do you want to eat?"

Gong Yulan stopped shaking his head, "No."

"Then let's go down for a while?"

"Um."

During the conversation with Duanmu Yawang, Gong Yulan didn't lift his head, and the tip of the pen moved quickly, and the missing figures swayed out of the tip of the pen. Duanmu Yawang sighed in his heart, and then quietly left the room.

"Master, what the **** is Gong Yulan doing?" Xiao Bailu was holding a hand by Huo Fei, but ran to Duanmu Yawang's side, blinking his big eyes and asked curiously.

"It's some graphics, but I don't understand what it is."

Duanmu Yawang finished speaking, and asked the thoughtful Brahma Sutra, "Do you know?"

"I don't know." The Brahma Sutra obviously also knows which patterns, but he sighed, "If we knew, I guess everything would be better."

Duanmu Ya looked at his face solemnly, "Those graphics are important?"

"We think it is very important, and always feel that it will be very important to us then."

Duanmu Yawang still wanted to ask. At this time, he met Ye Zi, and he kept saying hello to her. She answered, and then went downstairs. After going downstairs, the Sanskrit Sutra and Duanmu Yawang tacitly ended the topic.

When they went downstairs, there were not many guests downstairs, but there were purple eyes as well as blue eyes and green eyes. After sitting at the table for half of the time, Duanmu Yawang was about to find a table to sit down, and there was one at the door. Familiar voice: "Master Gongyu."

"Mr. Fall?"

Duanmuya looked at the sound, and saw Luo Jiuchen walk in Shiran, she raised her eyebrows and smiled, "I originally thought that I must go find Mr. Luo today, but I ran into it."