Yi Lichen turned around, not looking at the girl at all. He tried to put on a cold expression and said, "Don't hang around in front of me, you're annoying."
In truth, Yi Chenli knew perfectly well that the girl was only well-intentioned. The kite that flew high had once carried his heart out of the city wall and given him a brief moment of warmth, but in the end, he was still not worthy of her!
The girl was delicate and pretty, with her hair styled in double buns, tied with two pink ribbons that fluttered gracefully in the wind. Such a lovely girl should have many friends; she shouldn't be stuck here with him, gazing at this small patch of sky.
Yi Chenli was adamant and urged An Yuan'er to leave.
An Yuan'er wasn't being coquettish. She held back the tears in her eyes and stubbornly said, "I said I would stay with you."
She went back into the house, and when she returned, she was carrying a drawing board bigger than herself, along with colorful brushes and paints.
In her previous life, An Yuan'er was spoiled and willful, and disliked studying. Of the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, only painting was her hobby and the only thing she was good at.
Relying on her memory, An Yuan'er's fair little hands firmly grasped the paintbrush, barely managing to cover it.
My body is too small, so although I can't control it as I please, it's enough.
The girl beside him suddenly fell silent. Yi Chenli saw her move a stool over and sit down next to him, quietly starting to paint a traditional Chinese ink painting.
The girl looked to be only five years old. Yi Chenli didn't think a five-year-old could draw anything amazing; he just thought she was doodling.
Yi Chenli was not a talkative person to begin with, and An Yuan'er was unwilling to leave. Although the two of them were together, a faint sense of estrangement was silently conveyed in the air.
A gentle breeze stirred, causing the pink ribbon in the girl's hair to flutter and occasionally brush against Yi Chenli's face, bringing a slight tickle and a faint fragrance of plum blossoms that stirred his heart...
The girl had gentle eyes and a charming profile, and Yi Chenli couldn't help but steal glances at her.
An Yuan'er finished her painting, and in the brief moment she looked up, their eyes met in the air.
......
The girl tilted her head and smiled sweetly at him.
Yi Chenli was caught peeking and immediately looked away, but his ears turned red with embarrassment.
An Yuan'er didn't think much of it and excitedly stuffed the finished drawing board into Yi Chenli's hands.
"Let me show you." The girl's eyes blinked, glistening with tears, as she looked at Yi Chenli expectantly.
......
Yi Chenli thought to himself that the other person was just a child, so he shouldn't be too strict with him.
He took a deep breath, thinking that no matter how childish and ridiculous the graffiti on the painting might be, he had to comfort the girl and not embarrass her too much.
Yi Chenli's hand remained on the drawing board, and he flipped it over with little anticipation.
Although An Yuan'er couldn't fully showcase her drawing skills due to her small size, this is by no means a child's doodle.
Yi Chenli looked at the painting on the canvas, his hand holding the canvas trembling slightly.
This painting doesn't depict magnificent mountains and seas, but rather a real-time snow scene outside the courtyard, with children playing in the snow, and a red plum blossom quietly blooming in the snow.
Plum blossoms may be three parts less white than snow, but snow lacks the fragrance of plum blossoms. Even when covered in snowflakes, the proud plum blossoms still quietly bloom.
For a fleeting moment, Yi Chenli wondered if the girl in front of him was using the plum blossom as a metaphor for him, so that he too could bloom alone in the cold.
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