Chapter 284: Music, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting (Part 1)

After tidying up the things in the yard, Jiang Zhiluo originally wanted to carve some wooden bottles, but Cui Hejin didn't want her to get tired, so he let her rest.

Cui Hejin used a knife to help Jiang Zhiluo make a wooden bottle.

But he didn't carve anything.

Jiang Zhiluo stood by and watched Cui Hejin's actions with her chin in her hand.

I just felt that even when he was doing these things, every move he made was elegant and graceful, and very beautiful.

Especially those hands, slender as jade, with distinct joints, and exquisite like perfect works of art.

If this were brought to modern times, it would be a pair of hands playing the piano.

Jiang Zhiluo became distracted as she watched.

In order to make his young wife's life easier, Cui Hejin took the initiative to make wooden bottles.

His knife skills are very impressive. The wooden bottles he carved are small and exquisite, with the edges and corners being very smooth.

As Cui Hejin was doing all this, he felt at ease seeing his young wife right beside him.

There was a gentle hue in his eyes.

"What shape do you want it to be carved into?"

Jiang Zhiluo was stunned, and suddenly remembered that both Old Lady Cui and Cui Qingci had said that Cui Hejin was proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

It seemed to her that she had never seen him paint before.

I guess the paintings he draws with these hands must be very beautiful.

Jiang Zhiluo said, "Just look at the painting. It doesn't have to be too complicated or elaborate. I'm just using this bottle to store my perfume and lip balm. Just think about it, if the bottle is exquisite and has a painting on it, wouldn't the perfume and lip balm look more expensive, and the price could be raised a bit."

After Jiang Zhiluo said this, Cui Hejin understood.

He had painted with a brush before and had never carved like this.

Cui Hejin entered the house and started drawing with a pen before carving.

Jiang Zhiluo couldn't help but marvel at every stroke of his pen.

His paintings are simple but profound in meaning.

His landscape paintings, whether it is mountains, water, fog or clouds, are outlined with lines that are majestic and spiritual, and his brushwork, outlines and renderings are skillful and vivid.

Soon, vast rivers, vast seas of clouds, mountains, forests, waterfalls, etc. appeared.

Jiang Zhiluo was stunned.

She suddenly realized that it was a waste of Cui Hejin's talent to use his hands to paint and carve on the bottle.

Cui Hejin made a few and placed them in front of Jiang Zhiluo, saying, "Look, is this okay?"

How can it be bad? It’s really good and looks so beautiful.

"What should I do? I can't bear to sell these bottles. Why not keep them at home and enjoy them?"

Jiang Zhiluo was telling the truth. She blinked and looked at Cui Hejin in a negotiating tone.

She held these small bottles in her hands and couldn't let go of them.

Cui Hejin looked at her expression and laughed dumbly, "If you like, I can draw and carve more for you."

He started learning writing, reading and painting at the age of two and never slacked off.

I never thought that one day my painting skills would make my little wife happy.

Then what I learned was not in vain.

"No need for that. Your hands are meant for writing and reading, not for doing something like this."

"It's okay, these things are external things. As long as you like, I can make a lot of them."

As long as she is happy, that's all that matters.

Jiang Zhiluo looked at Cui Hejin deeply.

It felt like he was as good as he was in the previous life, always pampering and indulging her.

As long as she was happy, even if she asked him to pick the moon from the sky, he would find a way to pick it.

But she couldn't bear to do it.

It's okay for her to be a little tired, but she just can't bear to let him work hard and get tired.

"It's okay, these are actually enough, no more is needed."

She didn't let Cui Hejin do these things.

When Cui Hejin wasn't paying attention, she would secretly make more bottles and carve more.

He doesn't know anyway.

As it was getting late, Cui Hejin and Jiang Zhiluo washed up and went back to their room to sleep.

Jiang Zhiluo ran and strolled in the mountains and forests for a whole day and was busy for such a long time that she fell asleep as soon as she lay down.

However, Cui Hejin saw that she fell asleep, so he quietly got up, covered her with a blanket, and went out.

…

The next morning, when Jiang Zhiluo woke up, she smelled a sweet fragrance.

It doesn't feel like the aroma of food.

After Jiang Zhiluo got up and washed, she woke up and saw the things in the yard, feeling a little confused.

Cui Qingci took the initiative to explain: "Sister-in-law, my brother brought back a lot of honey and honeycombs last night!"

"Brother said he gave you the honeycomb, but I don't know what it's for."

Mrs. Cui was bottling honey and said, "With honey, we can pour a little when making porridge. It tastes very sweet, different from adding sugar."

When Jiang Zhiluo heard these words and looked at the several large beehives and bottles of honey in the yard, her heart felt sore and swollen.

A lot of emotions came up at once.

She just mentioned it casually last night, and he helped her get it back.

She clearly said she would do it today.

They clearly slept together last night.

But she didn't know how he got there.

"Where's He Jin?"

Jiang Zhiluo anxiously grabbed Cui Qingci's wrist.

She didn't even notice that there was a look of deep worry in her eyes at this moment. She was so worried that she even grabbed Cui Qingci's wrist tightly.

Cui Qingci looked at Jiang Zhiluo's expression and knew that her sister-in-law was worried about her elder brother.

"Brother, you got up early and went to fetch water. After fetching water, you should go to chop firewood, right?"

Here in the wooden house, there is plenty of water and firewood every day, and my eldest brother is usually busy with these early in the morning.

Jiang Zhiluo nodded and hurried out.

When they arrived at the forest and saw Cui Hejin chopping wood, Jiang Zhiluo almost burst into tears.

It is dangerous to deal with honey and beehives. If you are not careful, you may be attacked by bees.

When she ran over, she was really worried that Cui Hejin would get hurt.

But when she saw that he was fine, her heart finally settled down.

At this moment, she realized that she was really afraid that he would get hurt.

Even if it is slightly injured, it cannot be used.

As if hearing a voice, Cui Hejin turned around and saw Jiang Zhiluo.

Cui Hejin slowly walked up to her and tidied up her hair that was messed up by the wind.

Yes, Jiang Zhiluo was so busy worrying about Cui Hejin that she forgot to tidy her hair after washing and ran out like this.

"I……"

She wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

At this moment, when Cui Hejin lowered his head, he also saw a look of worry and nervousness in her eyes.

His heart trembled violently, as if it had been hit hard by something, and ripples appeared in his heart.

Because at this moment he understood that she was not indifferent to him.

She was worried about him.

After realizing this idea, Cui Hejin felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He slowed his voice and whispered, "Don't worry, okay?"

The ending of his tone rose slightly, with a gentle and coaxing tone.

Looking at her focused eyes, there seemed to be a hint of temptation.

Jiang Zhiluo's heart was pounding. "Did you go get the honeycomb last night?"

"Um!"

"Aren't you stung? Are you hurt?"

Jiang Zhiluo was still worried, and as she spoke, she couldn't help but pull Cui Hejin's sleeve, wanting to take his pulse.