While staying up on New Year's Eve, Cheng Gong was still thinking about the woman in the scroll. Liang Wushuang felt sad and bitter, and could only comfort himself by finding a way to be happy. It was better for Cheng Ying to be thinking about a dead woman than to fall in love with another woman.
The woman in the scroll gradually took shape. She was still wearing strange clothes. She lowered her head to reveal her beautifully curved jaw. She was holding a rabbit in her arms. Cheng Ying seemed to have intentionally not drawn the woman's facial features.
When Liang Wushuang saw the rabbit, she suddenly thought of the coming-of-age banquet at the Liu Mansion. A strange feeling arose in her heart again. She was distracted and her movements of cutting window paper-cuts slowed down. She almost poked her finger with the scissors.
Liang Wushuang rubbed her red fingers, looked up and saw that Cheng Ying was still concentrating entirely on the painting, not even giving her any attention, and she felt a little aggrieved for no reason.
She lowered her eyes and thought for a while. Then an idea struck her. She picked up the red paper-cut on the table and, according to the scroll, cut out a small picture of a woman with her eyes lowered and holding a rabbit.
After Cheng Ying finished her painting, she put down her brush and waited for the ink on the scroll to dry.
He looked at the scroll, with a gentleness in his eyes that he had never shown to anyone, but this tenderness was hidden a little too deeply.
After the ink on the scroll had dried, Cheng Ying used his fingertips to gently rub the blank areas of the scroll that had not been painted with ink, cherishing them with great care.
Over the years, he would often paint scrolls, and it was entirely relying on these scrolls that he was able to survive.
Many times, Cheng Ying wondered what was the point of living like this? But if after death, he would really disappear in this world, without a soul and consciousness, then he would really not exist, and even the painful thoughts that made him indulge in them would no longer exist.
In fact, if he continues to act like this, he won't live long.
When the new emperor ascends the throne, the first person to be eliminated should be him.
It is precisely because of the contradiction between wanting to die and wanting to live that Cheng Ying is unwilling to leave any room for maneuver when doing things. Perhaps death is the only relief for him.
Liang Wushuang had already cut the portrait a long time ago. Seeing Cheng Ying's eyes fixed on the scroll, her fingers rubbing the scroll lovingly again and again, she felt a deep jealousy in her heart. Finally, she couldn't help but speak out, trying to draw Cheng Ying's attention to herself.
"Master Du, do you think this portrait I cut looks like my junior sister?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Liang Wushuang met Cheng Ying's cold eyes. Her heart trembled, not understanding what she had said wrong again.
Cheng Ying stared at Liang Wushuang with cold eyes, and said in a gloomy voice, word by word, "You can't call me Junior Sister."
Liang Wushuang's throat tightened and he said in a trembling voice, "Wushuang knows his fault, please forgive me, Governor."
Cheng Ying glanced coldly at the small red statue on the low table. Seeing that the statue was cut beautifully and looked exactly the same as the one in his scroll, the coldness in his phoenix eyes faded a little.
He picked up the little red statue, his tone softened, and praised lightly, "Not bad."
Liang Wushuang was born in a poor family. Apart from setting up a soy milk stall with his mother in Taoxi Lane, he would also cut some flower paper-cuts and sell them on the street during the New Year to supplement the family income. He acquired the paper-cutting skill at that time.
"This little statue of Du Gong can be pasted on the fan, so that it can be hung on your body at all times." Liang Wushuang said flatteringly, "and you can see it all the time."
Cheng Ying's movements of pinching the little statue became gentler. "Her last name is Yu."
Although it was a meaningless sentence, Liang Wushuang immediately understood the meaning and said with a smile, "I will cut more small portraits of Miss Yu in the future, and you can put them in your purse."
Cheng Ying looked at the statue in her hand without saying anything. Liang Wushuang was very tactful and said no more. She glanced at the clepsydra and saw that it was almost noon, so she picked up the wine pot and poured two cups of peach wine. She took a cup herself and smiled gently, "This is the first time that Dugong has stayed up with Wushuang. After noon, it will be the New Year. Wushuang doesn't have any wishes. She just hopes that every year in the future can be like tonight, with Dugong accompanying Wushuang."
After that, she brought the glass to her lips and drank it all.
Perhaps because of the statue, Cheng Ying did not say anything to spoil the mood. She just picked up the wine glass with a calm expression.
Seeing that he was willing to drink, Liang Wushuang was delighted and quickly filled his glass again. Cheng Ying put away the scroll spread on the low table, as if she was afraid that the wine would accidentally spill on it.
Noticing this scene, Liang Wushuang's heart sank and his movements of pouring the wine became a little stiff.
A person like Cheng Dugong should be cold and ruthless, unattainable, like an ice wheel hanging in the sky, but he has such a tender and infatuated side.
When gods come down to earth, how can they not make people greedy?
The pot of peach blossom wine was empty. Liang Wushuang looked carefully at Cheng Ying's expression, but found that his eyes were clear, almost the same as when he had not drunk any alcohol.
She felt a little nervous. She took a deep breath and got up from the bed with courage. She approached Cheng Ying and said, "Master Du, it's late. Wushuang will help you to rest."
Cheng Ying looked at her quietly, her deep and unfathomable phoenix eyes made Liang Wushuang dare not look directly at her.
She curved her eyebrows, showing an innocent and bright smile, and said softly, "Master Du, I know you like my face. As long as you are happy, it's okay to treat me as Miss Yu."
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