Fu Jiusi held his forehead with his hand. "This isn't something to be proud of. I can't just go around shouting about it to the whole world, right?"
"Hmm~, that makes sense," Hua Qi nodded, smacked his lips, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
"I never thought there would be such a good thing about getting married!"
Fu Jiusi leaned over and kissed her belly.
"How about we have one?"
"Once you're pregnant, he'll approve your thesis straight away."
Hua Qi laughed out loud, "What are you dreaming about in broad daylight?"
"I'm not giving birth to his child."
"Then can we prepare for pregnancy first?" Fu Jiusi asked.
"There's no need," Hua Qi almost blurted out, "Having a child will only delay my career."
"If you really want to have a baby, you can buy a one-month-old puppy."
"Or, wait until Baxi grows up and let it give birth to a child for you."
Fu Jiusi: "..."
Hua Qi walked to the desk, picked up the ink stick and took a look. It was authentic Hui ink.
"Who practices calligraphy at home?"
She took the ink stick and ground it in circles in the inkstone.
"Whoever has time, come and write a few words," Fu Jiusi drove the wheelchair to her side and took the ink stick from her hand.
"You also learned Chinese painting when you were a child, right?"
Hua Qi raised her hand and gently stroked the flat rice paper. "I've learned a little bit, but I haven't painted in many years."
"Try it," Fu Jiusi slowly stood up with the help of the table and handed it over with the brush.
Hua Qi lowered his eyes and stared at the brush, hesitating whether to take it.
Fu Jiusi stuffed it directly into her hand and said, "You have to believe in the talent engraved in your DNA."
Hua Qi's heart trembled slightly, and the image of the painter Sang Xi appeared in his mind.
Twenty-four hours have passed since I learned about my background.
She still couldn't believe that the person who gave her life was the great painter she admired - Sang Xi.
However, the grief and regret that "her mother died in childbirth" had begun to take root in Landy Wen's heart.
It seems that she is the unlucky star that the elderly are very afraid of.
As soon as she came into this world, she killed her biological mother.
I was fortunate to be taken home by my parents, but a few years later, my brother was forced to leave home, my grandfather died of a sudden illness, and my parents were killed one after another.
Now, even grandma was killed!
Tears slid down my cheeks and dripped onto the rice paper.
The crystal tears instantly penetrated into the fibers of the rice paper, leaving an irregular mark, like a sad blooming flower.
Fu Jiusi was slightly startled when he saw her crying.
Then, hold her in your arms.
"It's my fault. I won't mention this again."
"No," Hua Qi shook his head and choked up, "I suddenly realized that I'm a very unlucky person. Whoever gets close to me will suffer misfortune."
"or……"
Fu Jiusi pinched her chin, lifted her up, and kissed her.
Stop her from saying anything else.
"Don't overthink it. Anyone else's departure has nothing to do with you."
"Don't be afraid, I will always be with you."
Hua Qi nuzzled into his arms, "Am I useless?"
"After so many years, I still haven't been able to clear my parents' name."
"The person who killed my parents is still at large, and I can only watch helplessly, unable to do anything!"
"Now grandma has also been..."
Fu Jiusi sighed distressedly, "This is not your fault."
"You have to fight not only the murderers, but also the forces behind them."
"Didn't your Sixth Brother tell you that the investigation of the case should be left to the brothers, and you just need to focus on the results."
Fu Jiusi held her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. "Believe me, justice is on our side."
Her eyes were filled with tears and she nodded repeatedly.
Fu Jiusi gently wiped the tears from her cheeks and said, "I really can't bear to see you cry. It hurts my heart."
"Let me rub it for you," Hua Qi raised her hand and gently rubbed his chest.
A happy smile appeared on Fu Jiusi's lips, and he raised his chin slightly towards the rice paper on the table.
"Just draw a few strokes, or write a few words."
"I'm going to frame my wife's calligraphy and hang it in the bedroom."
"Then I have to draw it well," Hua Qi held the brush against his chin and stared at the rice paper, thinking.
After a moment, she put pen to paper.
The tip of the pen touches the rice paper lightly, like a nimble dancer stepping onto the stage.
With simple outlines, powerful brushstrokes and smooth lines, the upright posture of the bamboo begins to emerge.
Next, use the side of the brush to depict the bamboo joints, with a sparse and dense arrangement, as if you can hear the sound of the bamboo joints growing.
Then, use a thin brush to outline the bamboo branches, making them intertwined and rhythmic.
The depiction of bamboo leaves is even more exquisite, some thick, some thin, some sparse, some dense, some as sharp as swords, some as elegant as phoenix tails.
The ink color naturally penetrates the paper, creating an effect of virtual and real interaction.
Thick ink shows the toughness of bamboo, while light ink creates an ethereal atmosphere.
The bamboo on the rice paper seems to be swaying gently in the breeze, full of vitality and aura, making people seem to hear the rustling sound of bamboo leaves.
Fu Jiusi gave a thumbs-up in admiration, his face brimming with pride, "My wife is truly amazing!"
"If this ink painting of bamboo were to be released to the market, it would surely cause a sensation in the art world."
"You're exaggerating," Hua Qi blushed at his praise.
"Write something next to it," she handed him the brush.
Fu Jiusi took the brush and put it back on the pen holder. "My handwriting is ugly, so forget it."
Hua Qi took it back and said, "We've known each other for so long, but I've never seen your handwriting. Write one for me to see."
Fu Jiusi said, "I signed it on the day I got the marriage certificate. You saw it."
Hua Qi, "The application form was taken away by the staff right after I signed it. To be more precise, it was snatched away, as if they were afraid that I would see your signature."
Fu Jiusi held his forehead and was really afraid that you would see it and be exposed.
If I hadn't signed the water and electricity suspension record at the village committee in Yunxiang's hometown, I wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to prevent it.
"Write quickly!" Hua Qi stuffed the brush into his hand.
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