Chapter 142
Wang Jiazhi doesn't read or write much anymore. When she has free time, she does needlework and paints.
She felt that everything would end at some point, and she wanted to leave something behind as a souvenir.
That day she stayed in the studio from six in the morning until four in the afternoon. She felt she couldn't paint anymore because she didn't have the energy to paint well. When she went out, she saw two cats squatting at the door.
The two little guys loved playing hide-and-seek, and she suddenly remembered an old screen she had seen in the warehouse a few days ago.
The painting on the screen was torn, so she asked someone to carry it upstairs, tear down the tattered gauze painting on it, and use only the frame. Then she pasted colored paper of the color of a sunny day after rain on it, and used a brush to simply paint white orchids, white orchids, lilies, lotus, lilac, and lily on the paper.
After finishing all this, she was so tired that she sat down on the stool. The kitten grabbed the screen with its claws, treating it as a new toy.
She hid behind the screen and squatted down. The kitten meowed and came in to catch her. They were playing a game of hide-and-seek that they both knew was the best, but they both enjoyed it.
Wang Jiazhi stood up, but felt dizzy and quickly sat down again.
I remember when I was a child, my mother was packing things and she crawled into a box full of clothes.
The box smelled of camphor mixed with lilac, and she felt a suffocating sense of security hiding inside.
After a while, her mother came in and couldn't find her. She shouted, "My little Zhizhi, where have you been? I can't find you."
Then she turned over every box until she found the one she was hiding in. Her mother knew she was hiding inside and stood in front of her and said, "My little Zhizhi, I can't find you. Come out quickly."
She hid inside, her mother was so close to her, she was afraid that her mother would find her, but also afraid that she wouldn't be able to find her.
After thinking for a while, she suddenly poked her head out from a group of brocade.
Her mother took her out, held her in her arms and said with a smile, "Are you playing hide-and-seek with me?"
Wang Jiazhi looked up at the sky. Do people have souls after death? If so, could she come back here to take a look? But even if she could, it wouldn't be the same as it is now.
She went downstairs, ate a few slices of bread, drank half a glass of boiled water, then went upstairs and snuggled in her quilt to sleep.
He hadn't been home for a week. That day, Wang Jiazhi woke up early and went into the studio again. Just before noon, she heard the sound of a car outside and ran to the window. Sure enough, he had returned. She quickly put away the paintings on the easel, then, hearing footsteps, crept quietly behind the screen. The screen was just slightly taller than she was, completely obscuring her.
He knocked on the door, but heard no sound from inside. He opened the door and saw an empty easel and a sky-blue screen.
He thought to himself, “Where did the people go?”
He came in and saw the azure screen. He approached it. The paper had been torn by the cat's scratching over the past few days. He saw a pair of kitten-like eyes peeking out from a large horizontal crack, blinking at him. There was another crack to the lower right, and four fingers gradually emerged from it, curled up like a kitten's paw.
He smiled indulgently and chuckled softly across the screen.
Gradually, the kitten's claws slid down and tore the hole, which grew larger and larger. The azure paper slowly tore open, revealing her standing there in a long azure dress of the same color. It was as if the hole had suddenly opened up and she appeared before my eyes.
He carried her out from the blasted hole and said with a smile, "I'll find out."
She rested her head on his shoulder.
The midday sun felt warm on her, almost scorching, but comfortable and reassuring. A thin layer of sweat covered her body, making it shimmer in the sunlight.
He admired and caressed the little white cat, which looked like a piece of jade, radiating brilliance all over its body.
She stretched out her two weak arms to hug him, holding him in her arms was so comfortable and warm. At this moment, she could feel that the world was endless, forgetting the reality that she was in danger of death at any time.
He seemed to enjoy touching her forehead. It was probably a habit from his youth, when he was still shy. Even as a child, he wouldn't touch someone's face, only the bangs to show affection. Even though he became more fickle later, the habit stayed with him, and he did it unconsciously.
She gradually recovered, put her arms around his neck and kissed him like a kitten.
He was also relieved. She really loved him, and that was enough. In these turbulent days, it was enough for him to be alive and for her to be with him.
The two of them hugged each other and couldn't help but do that. This time they were apart for a long time, and they fell asleep in each other's arms until they were almost dead.
When they first started, she was very unruly. The first two or three times she always wanted to win over him, but later she stopped being like that. He did what he wanted, and after that, he also wanted her to do what she wanted.
Based on the knowledge Wang Jiazhi gained from novels and movies, if it is very good, it is either the storm without emotion in "Jin Ping Mei" that relies entirely on means, or the infatuation catalyzed by the influence of emotion.
The first two times he'd nearly killed her, she knew what the first one was like. She couldn't imagine the second one. But then it started to feel more and more off, and she thought it was probably the feeling described in the novels as "like a fish in water" or "in perfect harmony."
Once wasn't enough, I just couldn't help myself and did it again. It really seemed like the two of us melted into a pool of spring water, and only after the flowers fell did we condense into two people again.
It was also at that time that she became pregnant. She originally thought that he... Mrs. Yi said he was weak, but he was not weak at all, so she thought she was referring to...
He was also very surprised at first, and even now he couldn't figure out what was going on. They hadn't even gotten used to each other yet, and she knew exactly what he liked from the first time, and she catered to him and tried to please him.
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