He paused writing, lowered his eyes and read, making sure there was nothing wrong.
In fact, he would write a letter every few days, but he would just write it and not send it.
She was in the capital, a princess and the wife of a duke, with children to take care of, and was very busy, so he would not bother her too much.
I wrote it down and just thought of it as sharing with her.
But today this letter was to be sent to her, so he couldn't help but think it over again and again.
Her slender fingers gently held the brush. As Ah Shui said, Wanran was born with natural beauty. After some care in the winter, her skin became white again. Her hands were as delicate and elegant as before, like bamboo joints made of jade.
Her long eyelashes cast shadows, her black hair was loose, and she held a brush in her hand. The end of the brush unconsciously touched her eyebrows lightly, indicating her hesitation.
In the end, the words "no need to reply" never made it to the paper.
If God has mercy on me, I will write him a letter back, even just a few words, to comfort my hidden longing for him, and just treat it as a New Year's wish.
On the second day, after sending the letters to Jiang Ling and Doctor He, Wanran stared at Feixue in a daze, and her plan to leave here and go somewhere else was temporarily put on hold.
"Let's stay a few more days," he said. "The mountain is covered with snow, and the road is difficult to travel."
On the fourth day after the snow stopped, he was having breakfast when Ah Shui, his ears red from the cold, ran in. He chuckled and pulled out a letter from his arms: "A reply from the young lady and Doctor He."
His calm eyes suddenly rippled, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and Wanran didn't know that he had already revealed a faint smile.
"I guess you're doing well in the North. Otherwise, why did you just remember to write to us after half a year?"
As soon as she read the first sentence, Wanran raised the corners of her mouth.
"I didn't expect your jade-like hands could hold an umbrella. You must have endured a lot of hardship, didn't you? Although the heat in the north has subsided a bit, sitting still all day is still unbearable. But if you like, I won't say anything more. I wanted to send you some hand ointment for chilblains, but I'm afraid you won't accept it. If I don't write to you for another three years, I won't even dare to give you a banknote. If your hand is injured, you should still buy some ointment to apply."
Jiang Ling must have been thinking that Wanran wouldn't consciously buy hand cream or something, which is why she was talking so much.
Wanran pursed her lips, looked at the letter, and the tips of her ears turned red.
He bought it on his own initiative, and bought it in the summer and applied it carefully.
"No wonder Doctor He said you looked much healthier last time I came back. I'm afraid you've been helping with the autumn harvest. Since it helps with exercise, as long as you don't get hurt, it's up to you. I think even though it's hard work, you should be very happy."
Wanran raised the corner of her mouth and turned to the next page of the letter.
"This dance studio owner is truly someone who appreciates beauty. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I can already imagine you dancing on the stage while the people below cheered enthusiastically. I'm so happy for you to be loved by the people."
"Last time we returned to Beijing, we only had you dance for us once, but they got to watch three. It's really unfair. When you return from the north, I think your dancing skills will improve and you'll incorporate northern dance styles. I'll definitely have you dance for three days and three nights again."
Wanran couldn't help laughing. Although Jiang Ling said so, she would not really hold him to dance. The last time they just finished dancing that song, it was she who told him to take a rest quickly, not wanting him to work too hard.
The phrase "three days and three nights" was probably just a joke on him.
"The paintings you brought back last time are all on Wuliu Street. If you don't want to write to us all the time, why not paint more in your free time? I haven't been to the North yet, and neither has Doctor He. You can tell us about it when you come back."
He murmured, "Okay."
"I'll stop here. I'm afraid you'll think I'm being too long-winded. I think it will take several days to send this letter. It's snowed in the capital recently, and it must be even colder in the north. Please take care of yourself. We are all doing well, don't worry. You and Ah Shui should take care of each other, and everything will go well and you will be healthy and safe."
The signature is "Jiang Ling".
Jiang Ling wrote three pages of letter paper. His handwriting was neat, handsome and freehand. It felt heavy in his palm.
She responded to everything he said.
Wanran seemed to be able to hear her nagging through the letter. A warm current flowed into his heart, and he felt his whole body relaxed and warm.
He looked at it carefully again before putting it away.
God was merciful and let him receive such a wonderful New Year gift. His wish of "receiving a reply" was fulfilled, and Wanran felt his heart was warmed.
I also read Dr. He's letter. It was only one page long, very brief, and full of words of concern.
He turned his head to look out the window, and snowflakes were falling again.
He lowered his eyes for a moment, then stood up and spread out the paper. Ah Shui came over to grind the ink.
"What are you going to do, sir?"
"draw."
The paintings Jiang Ling mentioned were painted during his travels in the south.
Sailing in the misty rain of Jiangnan, with green willows forming shades and the lake shimmering, it was such a beautiful scene, he really wanted to let her see it.
So when he picked up the brush to paint, his painting skills were not very advanced, but he tried his best, hoping that he could only depict one-third of the scenery.
He spread it on the table, and Jiang Ling, Doctor He, Jing An and Xiao Jia all came over. He pointed at the painting and explained it to them one by one.
Seeing that she was listening with great interest, it felt like the trip was worthwhile.
Snow was falling outside the window, and the house was warm as spring. Ah Shui watched him paint quietly. For a while, there was only the rustling sound of the pen moving across the paper.
Ah Shui looked at Wanran's serious expression. When he was not dancing, his fox eyes were less charming and more cold, making him look like a banished immortal.
As he watched, he became distracted.
A Shui always wondered before, is this young master Miss Xinyue’s?
He didn't dare to ask, but he felt it in his heart.
In his opinion, the young man only has the young lady in his heart. If this is not love, then what is love?
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