Chapter 517 Paintings
In the blue sky hangs a round, silvery moon.
The mute woman stood guard at the door, looking out frequently. When she first saw the jeep coming back, her eyes lit up.
A tall man got out of the car, his face gloomy and cold.
The mute woman gestured for a while.
Jiang Chen watched silently, his expression growing darker the more he looked.
Finally, the mute woman covered her stomach and made a vomiting gesture. Her ferocious face with three scars was full of worry.
Jiang Chen frowned.
The mute woman handed over the prepared lunch box and gestured: Miss Ye didn’t eat dinner.
Jiang Chen took the lunch box and walked quickly towards the inner courtyard.
The inner courtyard was quiet, with only the warm yellow light on in the study.
Xiao Huihui was lying outside the door with Fugui in his mouth. When he saw Jiang Chen, he looked up at the same time. The cat and the wolf moved in an unexpectedly consistent manner.
Jiang Chen pushed away the little gray thing that was sticking to him with disdain and opened the study door.
The breeze picked up a drawing and flew it to his feet.
The woman in the pencil drawing is lying on the ground, with a black umbrella covering her upper body, making her face unclear. The rain turns into silk threads covering the woman.
The drawing is vivid and the gloomy and depressing atmosphere is vividly portrayed on the paper.
There were many drawings scattered on the ground.
These drawings seem to depict a woman lying on the ground from the perspective of a passerby.
Long shot, mid shot, close shot, close-up shot... these paintings are connected together, like a moving TV series.
The audience follows the perspective of the passers-by, from far to near, getting closer and closer to the woman lying on the ground.
The woman in the painting becomes clearer and clearer, and her clothes, hair, and skin are lifelike and vivid.
After the pencil drawing comes the ink painting. The draft changes from realism to freehand, and the perspective is furthered again.
Jiang Chen bent down and picked up a drawing.
The woman lying on the ground is covered by a black umbrella and curled up in the center of the painting.
In the drawings that followed this one, the space occupied by the woman became smaller and smaller, as if a passerby had turned and left, leaving the woman lying on the ground behind.
Jiang Chen picked up the drawings one by one and sorted them according to his own understanding.
Finally, all the drawings were turned over, and it turned out to be an animation.
The painting centers on the woman lying on the ground, moving from far to near, as if a passerby is holding an umbrella for the woman and then leaving.
Jiang Chen easily captured the malice contained in these paintings.
In other words, it was the passersby who did not appear in the painting who were full of malice towards the woman lying on the ground.
Because from the condescending perspective of passersby, the woman looked pitiful, embarrassed, gloomy, and downtrodden...
Ye Rou is still painting.
Jiang Chen approached silently, holding a stack of paintings.
There were also some drawings scattered on the table from left to right.
In addition to the woman lying on the ground, there is also a tall man in the picture.
Looking at them together, it seems that a tall man with a blurry figure carried away the woman lying on the ground.
Jiang Chen looked at Ye Rou.
She lowered her eyes with a serious expression. There were ink stains on her face and hands, which made her already fair skin look even whiter and more translucent.
The subsequent paintings focused on the strange man who carried the woman away.
The stranger's clothes became clearer and clearer, but he was still only seen from behind.
Ye Rou seemed dissatisfied with none of these paintings. She even painted out the man's figure in the last one, with heavy strokes that penetrated the back of the paper.
She was so absorbed in the paintings that she didn't even notice Jiang Chen's arrival.
Jiang Chen didn't disturb her. He put the painting and lunch box aside and watched her paint quietly.
Without hearing, Ye Rou did not notice Jiang Chen's arrival.
It was the first time she smelled Jiang Chen's scent.
Ye Rou held the brush and raised her head blankly.
Jiang Chen stood beside the desk, met her gaze, raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Done?"
His lips moved as if he was saying something, but Ye Rou couldn't hear it.
It felt like wet cotton was stuffed in my ears, blocking out all the sounds.
The world without hearing was very quiet. Jiang Chen was clearly talking in front of her, but she could not hear anything.
It was as if there was a layer of glass covering her tightly, completely isolating her from the world.
Her confusion was too obvious.
Jiang Chen's smile faded, and he frowned and asked again, "My dear, are you hungry?"
Ye Rou stared at his lips closely, twisting her delicate eyebrows together with such force, trying to guess what Jiang Chen said through lip reading.
Jiang Chen's mouth shape seemed to be asking her - what is the painting?
Ye Rou immediately said, "I drew Zheng... the scene when my mother was driven out of the military area."
She couldn't hear herself speak, so she didn't notice the volume.
Jiang Chen took a deep breath, raised his hand, and gently touched Ye Rou's soft and warm earlobe.
His hands were a little cold, and Ye Rou's ears moved unconsciously because of the cold.
Jiang Chen raised his hand to push aside the strands of hair beside Ye Rou's ear and pinched her earlobe.
His movements were gentle, his face was gloomy, and his brows were furrowed.
This is because I guess she can't hear.
Ye Rou couldn't bear to see him frown, so she reached out and rubbed his brows, and honestly admitted: "I can't hear it for now, but it will be better tomorrow."
Jiang Chen's expression softened a bit as he thought of his wife's strange tricks.
He pulled the lunch box over and motioned Ye Rou to eat first.
The lunch box was opened and the fragrance of wontons wafted out.
It should have smelled very good, but Ye Rou felt it was particularly greasy, and her stomach was churning, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
She was afraid that Jiang Chen would worry, so she endured the discomfort, sat down obediently, and took the chopsticks handed to her by Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen brought out the wontons, placed them in front of Ye Rou, touched her arm, and motioned her to eat.
Ye Rou looked at the wontons in front of her and forced a smile.
He reached out the hand holding the chopsticks, picked up the wonton, and stuffed it into his mouth with gritted teeth. His teeth bit through the thin, tender and smooth wonton skin, and the meat oil flowed into his mouth.
"vomit!"
Ye Rou threw down her chopsticks, covered her mouth and rushed out the door.
She rushed upstairs and vomited everything in her stomach.
The sour water mixed with the animal fat gave her a headache.
Ye Rou sat down on the side exhausted, her eyebrows twitching.
When Ye Rou vomited in the afternoon, she thought it was because Ji Yue made her vomit.
But the wontons that I used to love to eat suddenly became so disgusting that I couldn’t eat them anymore.
No matter how I think about it, it doesn't seem right.
She raised her hand to feel her own pulse.
Traditional Chinese medicine determines whether a woman is pregnant by her slippery pulse.
She closed her eyes and felt it carefully.
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