Chapter 33 "Mrs. Xu, I'm not good at painting, what should I do?"
Jiang Nuanzhu's voice suddenly became dry: "Then why have I never seen you in the past sixteen years?"
"I don't want to disturb your life."
When Xu Heyi first went to Fu's house to study, he just wanted to quietly observe Jiang Nuanzhu and get to know his young fiancée better.
Later, I just watched her grow up and slowly looked forward to marrying her home.
Jiang Nuanzhu didn't understand the changes in Xu Heyi's emotions during the waiting, but she vaguely understood the affection behind the sixteen years of waiting.
Did Xu Heyi marry her because he kept his promise, or because he liked her a little?
Jiang Nuanzhu was still too timid to ask this question.
She tilted her head slightly, her chin touching Xu Heyi's shoulder, and leaned forward.
This distance is neither too unfamiliar nor too sticky, just like their current relationship.
Smelling Xu Heyi's scent, Jiang Nuanzhu slowly fell asleep.
The night gradually darkened, and the breathing sounds around him slowly became even. Xu Heyi stood up gently and leaned over to look at Jiang Nuanzhu who was leaning against him.
Her skin is delicate, like the finest mutton-fat jade, with a lustrous luster, cherry lips and almond eyes, and her smile is charming.
The slightly rough fingertips slid across the corner of Jiang Nuanzhu's eyes, gently caressed, and landed on the corner of her lips.
Xu Heyi lowered his head and left a light kiss on the corner of her lips.
Then another sigh came out.
The previous sixteen years seemed like they hadn’t been able to endure even a few days of marriage.
The next day, Jiang Nuanzhu was awakened by the sound of birds singing in the empty mountains.
When I opened my eyes, white light covered the ground and the room was bright, and my mood unconsciously improved a little.
Looking sideways, Jiang Nuanzhu saw that the pillow next to him was empty, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
I just got out of bed and my back ached.
After washing up, Jiang Nuanzhu rubbed his waist and went out: "It seems that I haven't trained enough."
As soon as I walked out of the bedroom door, I saw two pairs of eyes looking at me.
Aunt Xu smiled meaningfully, "Young people are always full of energy."
Jiang Nuanzhu understood and knew that Aunt Xu had misunderstood. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she pretended to be calm and withdrew her hand to greet him: "Aunt, you are here."
"Well, I came to talk to He Yi about something. It's a good opportunity, I'd also like to ask about your plans for today?"
Xu Heyi looked at Jiang Nuanzhu: "There are nine large Buddhist temples in Zhongming Temple. Do you want to visit them? Or just take a walk?"
"I'll listen to you." She looked obedient.
Xu Heyi pondered for a moment, "Nuanzhu and I both like quietness, so we won't be with aunt."
"I see. You think I'm being noisy and disturbing your world of two." Aunt Xu teased deliberately. Before leaving, she suddenly said, "If you two have nothing to do, why don't you go hang out in front of the old man more often? Don't you see how enthusiastic those two are?"
Xu Heyi remained noncommittal: "I understand."
After Aunt Xu left, Jiang Nuanzhu asked curiously, "What did Aunt Xu come to talk about?"
"My eldest brother has taken a fancy to a girl, and my aunt gave me a few reminders."
"Whose family?"
"Fu family."
Jiang Nuanzhu paused and blinked innocently, "Is it me who knows about the Fu family?"
"Yes, my eldest brother wants to marry Mr. Fu's granddaughter, your best friend Fu Qingyin."
"Grandpa Fu won't agree!" Jiang Nuanzhu said affirmatively.
Jiang Nuanzhu vaguely knew it.
Xu Heyuan is still unmarried at the age of 31 because he is too picky and has high standards.
He looks down on those with low family background, and those with high family background look down on him.
Xu Heyuan has average personal abilities and is old, and his mother, Mrs. Xu, is not easy to get along with.
If Fu Qingyin really married Xu Heyuan, it would be like sticking a flower in cow dung.
Xu Heyi obviously did not look favorably upon this marriage either.
He calmly reminded Jiang Nuanzhu, "You forgot that Qingyin has a biological father."
Fu Qingyin's father is powerful and money-conscious. If he wants to marry his daughter into the Xu family, no one can stop him.
"I forgot, her stepmother is not easy at all."
Jiang Nuanzhu's parents are partial, but they are her biological child after all, so they still have some dignity. Fu Qingyin is a typical example of someone who has a stepmother and a stepfather.
She took two steps forward and picked up her phone. Just as she was about to send a message, she heard Xu Heyi ask, "Who are you going to message?"
"Grandpa Fu." Jiang Nuanzhu was halfway through typing when she suddenly understood Xu Heyi's expression. "Do you want me to tell Qingyin directly?"
Xu Heyi nodded slightly, stood up and poured Jiang Nuanzhu a glass of warm water. "If Mr. Fu comes forward, it will inevitably lead to another scene of discord between father and son. It is better to let Qingyin take the initiative to express her position. She is not the type to accept things passively."
In the early years, because of Fu Qingyin's stepmother, Mr. Fu and Fu Qingyin's father had many conflicts. Now the father and son seem to have no contact with each other for the rest of their lives.
If Mr. Fu found out that someone was plotting against Fu Qingyin's marriage, he would probably be furious again.
Jiang Nuanzhu nodded, "You are really thoughtful."
After sending the message, Jiang Nuanzhu immediately received a reply from Fu Qingyin.
She said in surprise: "Qing Yin is back, so when are we going to have dinner?"
Xu Heyi: "I'll do as you say."
In this regard, Xu Heyi always respected Jiang Nuanzhu's opinions.
"April 9th, please. You'll be in charge of arranging the restaurant."
"good."
Jiang Nuanzhu immediately sent a message to Fu Qingyin and Jian Li.
She took a sip of water and suddenly smiled: "When I was a child, Qingyin and I made a promise that we would get married together in the future. In order to avoid separation, we married a pair of brothers."
Unexpectedly, when this really happened, Jiang Nuanzhu only felt resistance.
At that time, I had not considered the choice of half-brothers.
Xu Heyi curled his lips: "When you were a child, did you ever think about what kind of person you wanted to marry?"
Jiang Nuanzhu nodded seriously, "I have thought about it!"
Xu Heyi's eyebrows moved slightly, "What kind of person does Mrs. Xu like?"
"A refined young man in a white shirt."
When she was a young girl named Mu Ai, Jiang Nuanzhu would always dream of a boy in a white shirt. Although his face was a little blurry, his elegant and refined aura was still vivid in her memory.
Jiang Nuanzhu asked, "What about you? What kind of person did you want to marry before?"
Xu Heyi raised his hand and tapped Jiang Nuanzhu's nose, changing the subject: "Mrs. Xu, aren't you hungry?"
Jiang Nuanzhu didn't feel hungry at first, but after being reminded by Xu Heyi, she suddenly felt hungry.
"It seems a little."
Seeing her confused look, Xu Heyi reminded her calmly, "Breakfast is prepared in the restaurant, go and have it."
After breakfast, Jiang Nuanzhu felt relaxed all over.
Xu Heyi suddenly told her that there was a studio in the temple with many paintings, and she could paint when she felt like it.
Jiang Nuanzhu immediately expressed interest.
“Is the painting studio in the temple open to the public?”
Xu Heyi just smiled and said nothing.
Jiang Nuanzhu immediately guessed that this was another arrangement by Xu Heyi.
He was always like this, quietly thinking of everything for her.
The two walked side by side. Jiang Nuanzhu smiled and quietly took two steps forward to hold Xu Heyi's hand, pretending to look around at the scenery casually.
"Thank you, Mr. Xu!"
Her gentle voice dissipated in the wind, leaving the listener's heart softened.
"As long as Mrs. Xu is satisfied."
Xu Heyi lowered his eyes to look at the two people's intertwined hands, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
I opened the door of the studio and looked up to see a hexagonal empty window opposite.
There is a desk in front of the window, with writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone. Outside the window, a weeping crabapple tree is in bright bloom, swaying slightly in the wind.
The interweaving of light and shadow makes it look like a painting.
Inspiration immediately surged in Jiang Nuanzhu's mind.
Xu Heyi saw it at a glance and asked calmly, "The abbot promised to open the door of the studio for me, but asked me to leave a painting."
He lowered his voice, and a bewitching voice escaped from his throat: "Mrs. Xu, I am not good at painting, what should I do?"
Jiang Nuanzhu's black and white eyes shone brightly, "Then why did he ask you to keep the painting?"
Xu Heyi: "I told him that my wife is the granddaughter of the Chinese painting master Jiang Yizhi, and she has inherited his true teachings."
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