Chapter 205
When he woke up at noon, he wanted to give her a piece of cloth. The cloth was packed in a paper tube, rolled up like a picture.
Unfolding it, it turned out to be a painting. On a pure white background, two lotus buds, about to bloom, were painted in a hue somewhere between deep pink and peach, vibrant yet delicate, like dreamy candy. A white butterfly perched on each flower, surrounded by a few small, oval, dark grass-green leaves. It resembled the blank spaces in an ink painting: simple and elegant, it held endless possibilities for imagination.
"I brought this back from studying abroad. The fabrics there are very strange. One piece of fabric is a painting, wrapped in a roll. It's like looking at a painting. I came across this by chance. Although I won't use it, I just love this painting. After much hesitation, I finally bought it."
She knew that this kind of fabric was not cheap and he was also financially strapped when he went abroad. He was willing to buy something that had no use to him just for appreciation, which meant he must really like it.
"Since you like it, just treat it as a painting. It will be transformed when it is made into clothing."
"I'd rather see what it looks like on you. It's sure to look better than the picture."
Her face flushed. This guy had been into this since he was young.
Lao You came back after wandering outside for a long time and saw that they had replaced the hanging curtain with a piece of cloth. The two of them were sitting side by side on the bed, rubbing their feet against the calico cat lying on the bed, looking at the cloth and chatting.
Seeing him come back, she took the clothes, folded them and went back to her room.
Lao Youdao: "I don't care what you do, just don't disturb others."
He gave Lao You his usual smile and said, "I just want you to keep your voice down. I didn't ask you to go out and wander around in this hot weather. Who's disturbing whom?"
"snort!"
He took a pen and paper to the table outside to write, and continued writing until dinner time.
Wang Jiazhi cooked a decent dinner, similar to the other two, so that they wouldn't bring up the issue of asking her to cook permanently.
In the evening, he saw that the large cup of strong life-saving tea next to him had become very weak, so he picked up the cup and planned to make a new cup.
She took the tea leaves, poured out the remaining tea in the cup, and poured boiled water for him, saying, "Don't drink anymore. You only slept for a few hours during the day. If you continue like this, you will be sleepy and unable to sleep. Your body will collapse."
"I've always been like this, it's okay."
"What will happen when you get old?"
"Don't think so far ahead."
She looked at him, and memories of the past resurfaced. He hadn't slept all night, his eyes bloodshot, like a ferocious beast. And at those times, one or two times wasn't enough; he always had to... to be satisfied.
At ten o'clock he felt truly exhausted and went back to his room to sleep. Wang Jiazhi went back to her room to write, and after twelve o'clock she came downstairs to hear Lao You madly reading a novel again.
She went to the door and knocked, saying, "You Yuankai, look at the time. How can anyone sleep in the middle of the night with ghosts howling and wolves howling?"
The room was instantly silent.
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