Chapter 39: Evidence of Her Tears for Him
"earlobe……"
Nanchuan Shijue suddenly grabbed her wrist holding the pen, and his thumb rubbed heavily across the thin calluses on her palm.
He stared at the vermilion mole on the canvas and sneered, "Are you observing so carefully? You even know I have a mole?"
"I've always had a good eye for observation."
"I thought...I never caught your eye."
Ning Fengsheng was dejected, and the hand he was holding was still tightening.
"It seems that your painting skills are much more advanced than I thought."
Nanchuan Shijue admired the painting with satisfaction.
Compared with the "Gong Ye" that Ning Fengsheng had previously painted, the level of this painting was more than ten levels higher.
Ning Fengsheng curled his lips and said, "As long as Master Nanchuan likes this painting, I'm glad. Just consider it as compensation for the wrongs I did before."
"A painting can compensate for the injuries I've suffered. Don't you think that's too cheap, Miss Ning?"
"If you don't like it..."
"It's mine," he said, afraid that she would take it away. "Ning Fengsheng, just try and take it!"
Ning Fengsheng smiled softly. She really liked the way he looked so nervous...
Nanchuan Shijue suddenly took her other hand and said, "Fortunately, it's my left hand that's injured, otherwise I wouldn't be able to appreciate this great work."
Ning Fengsheng's left palm was pricked by a rose in the afternoon and was now wrapped in a thin gauze.
She looked at him in surprise—
It turns out that he saw every little move she made?
She thought that because they were so far apart, his mind was on Lin Lacy, so he didn't notice her.
"These roses have too many thorns, which is really annoying." Nanchuan Shijue's fingers stroked her palm through the gauze.
"So you're going to shovel all the roses..."
"You don't want it?"
"There's no point in hoping."
He said that she couldn't interfere with his decision...
Nanchuan Shijue let go of her hand and looked at the painting again: "Since you gave me the paintings, I can consider keeping them."
"real?"
Ning Fengsheng didn't know what she was so happy about. Whether to shovel the flowers or not actually had nothing to do with her.
After all, the future mistress of this Rose Garden is Lin Leixi...
Nanchuan Shijue suddenly lifted her chin with a painting knife and asked, "Are you reluctant to shovel away those flowers?"
Ning Fengsheng was forced to look up, and her eyes met his deep eyes again.
"Why? Reason."
"Because I..."
"Brother Jue, so you are in the studio." Lin Leixi's sweet voice came, "Are you painting?"
Ning Fengsheng closed his mouth, too annoyed to say anything.
"Brother Jue, is that you in this painting? It's a great painting. I want to draw one too. Can you let Miss Ning draw one for us?" A look of jealousy flashed across Lin Laxi's face. Ning Fengsheng's painting skills were really good.
Ning Fengsheng's expression immediately turned cold: "Get out."
"Why are you chasing me away? The entire Rose Garden belongs to Brother Jue. Brother Jue..."
Nanchuan Shijue stared at Ning Fengsheng's face, not knowing what he was thinking. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Draw her."
"Nanchuan Shijue, don't even think about humiliating me!"
Ning Fengsheng was extremely angry. He picked up the bucket of paint he was using and poured it on the newly completed painting...
She felt like a fool tonight. Why did she paint for Nanchuan Shijue?
He doesn't deserve this painting...
The easel was pushed out with a squeak, and Nanchuan Shijue flashed and blocked most of the sewage.
The painting only splashed a few drops, and his body was wet and his shirt was dripping with colorful paint.
Ning Fengsheng was about to grab the paint tray again...
"Ning Fengsheng!"
He suddenly grabbed her hand and shouted angrily!
"Nanchuan Shijue...you are a bastard!" Ning Fengsheng pulled his hand back fiercely, turned around and ran out of the studio.
"Brother Jue, are you okay?"
Lin Leixi handed over a dry towel immediately.
Nanchuan Shijue grabbed the towel, not caring about his wet body, and carefully wiped the few drops of water that splashed on the canvas.
Fortunately, the impact is not serious and only requires a slight touch-up of the paint.
He stared at the signature "Sheng" in the lower left corner of the canvas, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Worried that Ning Fengsheng would come back and destroy the painting, he had the painting carried to the basement and locked up, and then framed it after the paint dried.
This was the first portrait she had ever drawn of him!
…
On the screen, the scene of Ning Fengsheng crying was played repeatedly...
The smell of whiskey was strong and overpowering.
Nanchuan Shijue sat at the bar, stroking Ning Fengsheng's tearful face with his fingers through the screen.
"Master, the everlasting flower is ready." Moss carefully presented an exquisite semicircular music crystal box.
The chassis of the starry sky is engraved with a hexagram and Ning Fengsheng's constellation pattern. When the spring is turned, it will rotate out the piano music composed and played by Ning Fengsheng himself.
This handmade music box was made last year and has now been processed. It is covered with a glass crystal lid and contains a white rose stained red with blood.
This rose has become an everlasting flower and will never wither.
Nanchuan Shijue looked at the red bloodstains on the petals——
This was picked in the backyard. Ning Fengsheng found this gorgeous rose stained with blood in the flower bush where he had been yesterday.
He tilted his head back and drank the liquor in one gulp. Although he reeked of alcohol, his mind was still very clear.
When he pushed open Ning Fengsheng's door, the figure curled up on the bed suddenly sat up!
"Nanchuan Shijue...what are you doing here?" She recognized his tall figure in the darkness at a glance.
The door was locked and he walked to the bedside, smelling of alcohol, and grabbed her chin.
"Why are you crying?"
Ning Fengsheng turned his face away stiffly: "I'm not crying."
"Last night..." His voice was hoarse, "I cried all night."
"It's like a nightmare!"
"Miss Ning, you're not going to tell me that you were sleepwalking and standing by the bed, staring at me and crying for half an hour?" Nanchuan Shijue's body was burning hot. He rested his forehead on her shoulder and took a deep breath of her fragrance. "Ning Fengsheng... said you cried because of me..."
Ning Fengsheng's heartstrings were deeply plucked, and he was almost about to admit...
But thinking of what Nanchuan Shijue did today——
He had known for a long time that she was crying last night, standing by the bed and watching him cry. He watched the surveillance video and knew everything.
But today he hugged Lin Lacy and showed his love in front of her.
It turned out that he used this trick to torture her heart. Did he change his strategy of insulting her?
If it was the former Nanchuan Shijue, he would have held her in his arms and comforted her from the moment she shed her first tear.
Not only did he not wipe away every tear of her sadness, but he also made her cry even more!
"Say you're jealous—say you care about me." Nanchuan Shijue pressed on, drunkenly asking, "Hurry up and tell me!"
"Nanchuan Noble...you did it on purpose today..." Ning Fengsheng smiled awkwardly.
"yes."
He admitted it! Her heart ached even more!
"You just want to see me cry, make me sad...to torture me?" Ning Fengsheng's throat tightened.
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