Chapter 138
In the middle of the night, Wang Jiazhi heard the sound of a car and ran to the window to see that he had returned.
She hid under the covers and waited for him to come in. She heard footsteps in the corridor, but after a while, there was no movement at all and the whole house was silent.
She got up and opened the door quietly. The corridor was quiet and there was no light in the study.
She thought about it, walked to the room next to the study, opened the door and saw that he was really there.
Seriously, another cold war? Why did she come back then? I haven't made him angry recently. If it was what she said a few days ago that should have irritated him, then that wasn't the case. He called me later and didn't seem angry. It's not like he'd get angry again after realizing it so late. What kind of man is that?
"Why aren't you sleeping?" He was sleeping with his head facing the door.
The voice doesn't sound angry.
"Why are you sleeping here?"
"It's a bit of a cold, I don't want it to be passed on to you."
Wang Jiazhi's heart finally settled down. So this was what happened. It was just a false alarm.
She went over and said, "Go back to sleep. I'm not afraid of you infecting me. I'm in such good health, how could I be infected?"
"Be careful." His voice was a little hoarse, but not serious.
No matter what Wang Jiazhi said, he just refused to go back.
She sighed and left dejectedly.
After a while, she tiptoed over again, holding a white plum vase with a white plum blossom in her arms. It sounded quiet inside, and she thought the man must have fallen asleep.
She went in and placed Meihua on the bedside, then quietly lifted the quilt and nestled beside him. Seeing that he was still soundly asleep, she thought that his vigilance was not that strong and he would not know that there were more people around him.
Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep. When she woke up the next day, he was still asleep. She went downstairs to ask the kitchen to make him some rock sugar and pear soup, then returned to the house to find some cold medicine.
When I went in, I saw that he was awake, so I gave him some medicine.
"Better?"
"I feel much better after a good sleep."
She picked up the plum blossom next to her and let him smell it, saying, "The plum blossom in the garden is blooming."
Wang Jiazhi thought he must not have known she was here yesterday, so she said, "Then when I came over, you didn't even realize there was someone around you."
He smiled and said, "I know. It's probably around 3:10."
If she hadn't happened to see the clock when she came out, she would have really thought he had made it up. It was so accurate. That's right, these people have a very strong sense of time.
"I thought you didn't know?"
She touched her hair and felt a flower on it.
I turned sideways in front of the mirror and saw that my right side had been braided with two plum blossoms from the bed. I hadn't noticed it at all, I was so sound asleep.
As expected, a man stays young until he dies. He liked to put flowers on her.
She thought again of the assassination plots in novels and movies. If they both fell asleep, who would kill whom?
After he finished his meal and took his medicine, he packed up and went out. She wondered if he would come back today.
He came back earlier than usual in the evening and his cold seemed to be much better.
Anyway, she would stick around no matter where she lived, so he didn't sleep separately from her.
After lights out, he turned around, his back facing her. She'd always liked to sleep with her arms around his back, like a koala. This time, she insisted he turn around, to prove she was strong and wouldn't be infected.
"Now the cold is very bad."
"No, I'm in good health. Even if someone around me was sick in the past, I wouldn't be infected."
He was impressed by the girl's good health, as she could go through so much with him. Sometimes, even when he was tired, she was still full of energy.
"Do you want to paint? Don't you like oil painting? Find a teacher and learn from him. I know someone who paints oils quite well."
Wang Jiazhi thought for a moment and said, "It's good to learn. I've only been learning for a short time, so I've learned everything on my own. I still feel like my paintings aren't good enough."
Just as she said this, she suddenly stopped, and her fingers around him trembled. He had his back to her, but he could sense that something was wrong with her aura. Turning around, he saw that he looked nervous.
He was extremely excited and thought to himself, "Finally she got it! She understood."
Of course, this time she wasn't testing him, but she could tell something was wrong and she looked very nervous.
"Do you think my paintings are not good enough?"
Lao Yi calmed down and realized that he had indeed misunderstood.
"No, it's great. I just saw that you like painting. Wouldn't it be better if you could further your studies?"
Wang Jiazhi was deeply bothered by this because it reminded her of Meng Shunying, who also painted in oils. Unlike her, she certainly couldn't afford canvases and oil paints. It was just like when Jin Qiaochu started painting, she followed suit. Meng Shunying had originally chosen not to paint, but out of reluctance to follow suit, she took up the art. Her followers insisted her paintings were better than hers, even though she thought they were terrible. Zhou Minlin and Xiaoshuang also didn't think they were very good.
Lao Yi must have seen her paintings. He thought her paintings were better than his own.
Wang Jiazhi thought again and felt that it didn't make sense. Even if Meng Shunying had been with him, she died more miserably than herself, so he must not have liked her that much.
She thought of the painting again. It was gone, and she was so sad. The details and the mood were still vivid in her mind, so clear. Moonlight shone through the curtains, reflecting her melancholy face and the tears in her eyes.
She just didn't expect that Lao Yi had never seen her paint oil paintings, and she never said anything. She came here just to do a few ink paintings out of boredom.
As for the painting she had been thinking about, Lao Yi found it in the luggage she left there. He picked it up and looked at it for a long time. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that it looked familiar. But most people are very unfamiliar with their own backs.
The painting was placed on the table. Secretary Zhang came in and saw it. He remained calm on the surface, but thought to himself, "How narcissistic! He even asked someone to paint a self-portrait, and he wanted to paint only his back."
It wasn't until a few days later, when his cold was almost gone, that she realized he might have heard about the woman who died of a cold at home and was worried she might catch it too. How could this man be so foolish? How many young and strong people would die from this disease?
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