Chapter 43 I Miss You
Yu Qinghuan's impression of Mu Huaian was his snow-white figure and fluttering white sleeves when they first met.
It is the smile like spring water on half of his face when the mask is not on, the clear voice that seems like willow branches in March brushing against people's hearts, and the peaceful time when he plays the piano and brews tea.
She had never seen Mu Huaian so miserable. The scar on the other half of his face that was intact made him look even more horrifying.
Yu Qinghuan couldn't help but ask, "Does it hurt?"
Hearing this, Mu Huaian suddenly froze. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the person in front of him.
Since his face was burned, he has seen too many people scared away by his horrifying face.
Whenever his mother saw his face, she would sigh with regret.
His father asked many famous doctors to treat his face, worried that it would delay his career.
His fiancée, who had been engaged since childhood, saw his face and asked her family to cancel the engagement when she returned home. The servants in the mansion did not even dare to look at his face directly.
In the past two years, only Yu Qinghuan in front of him asked him if it hurt.
Mu Huaian stared at Yu Qinghuan in a daze, clutching the mask tightly in his hand, his voice as hoarse as gravel: "What did you say?"
Seeing him like this, Yu Qinghuan felt a little distressed. She unconsciously raised her hand and touched his uneven face covered with dark red scars, her eyes full of pity, "Are you in pain?"
Warm breath brushed against his twisted skin, and Mu Huaian's spine suddenly tensed. He turned his face away in panic and put the mask back on his face. "It doesn't hurt anymore."
No one knew that for the past two years, every frightened look had turned into salt poured on his old wounds, burning him painfully, and at this moment, Yu Qinghuan's words were quietly healing his wounds.
Mu Huaian's heart was trembling violently now, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Yu Qinghuan was puzzled, "Why should I be afraid of you?"
Mu Huaian won't harm me, nor is he a murderous ghost, so why should I be afraid of him?
The neighing of a horse could be heard from outside the carriage curtain. Looking at Yu Qinghuan in front of him, Mu Huaian suddenly had what he wanted. In the ravines that had been licked by the flames, an undercurrent that could not be seen in the light began to surge.
When he returned to the village that day, Mu Huaian took off his mask and looked at the distorted half of his face in the bronze mirror.
He hadn't looked in a bronze mirror for a long time and almost forgot what he looked like.
When the servant entered the room, he saw this scene and was terrified. He couldn't understand why there was a bronze mirror in the room. He had obviously put it away long ago!
He approached, chuckled twice, and after a long while asked, "Sir, why did you suddenly think of looking in the bronze mirror?"
As soon as he asked the question, he wanted to slap himself in the face. Why not ask this question?
Mu Huaian said indifferently, "Today she saw my face and asked me if it hurt."
The servant was stunned for a moment...Sir, did you take off your mask in front of others today?
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"Are you talking about Madam Yu, sir?"
Mu Huaian did not respond and put the mask back on his face. The undercurrent that surged during the day now quietly subsided because of the word "Madam Yu".
He almost forgot that Yu Qinghuan was Xie Zhiwen's wife, his good friend's deceased wife.
I shouldn't have any unreasonable expectations.
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That night, Yu Qinghuan was fiddling with the paints he had bought during the day in the house.
Her clothes were pulled down to her waist, revealing half of her shoulders, and her long, dark hair was gathered in front of her.
She drew half a palm-sized flower on the front shoulder, which was lifelike. She left the back shoulder to Sang Ru and said, "Just follow the instructions on this paper and draw the rest of the flower on my back shoulder."
She had seen Zhang Yanren's original work before, and it was almost like this. As long as Sang Ru could draw it 60% similar, it would be enough.
She thought that since Sang Ru was an expert at embroidery, it would probably not be difficult for her to draw a flower.
However, at this moment, Sang Ru's hand holding the paintbrush was shaking violently. She stared at the flowers on the paper for a long time but couldn't bring herself to paint.
She wanted to cry but had no tears. "Madam, please let me go. You know, I haven't even written a few words since I was a child, how can I draw flowers..."
The main reason was that whenever I held the paintbrush, it felt like I was holding a knife, and it shook violently, for fear of wasting the Western Region butterfly paint that I had spent all my money to buy.
Yu Qinghuan looked at the box of glass bottles and sighed.
Even if I can draw in front of a mirror, I can't draw the back shoulder, so it will lack some flavor.
"Forget it, I'll think of something else."
Hearing this, Sang Ru immediately put down her paintbrush, feeling relieved. "Tomorrow I will go ask the people in the village if there is anyone who can paint."
Yu Qinghuan: "No, if Xie Zhili finds out, he'll definitely become suspicious. This can only be done in secret."
Sang Ru added, "Then I will go to the nearby farm to look for it tomorrow."
Since I was able to borrow a kite before, I think it shouldn’t be too difficult to find someone who can write and paint, right?
Yu Qinghuan thought about it and shook his head, "I can't find it."
"There aren't many women who can paint in Beijing, let alone here?"
I was careless. I only thought about painting on my body, but didn't consider the person who could paint me.
Sang Ru curled her lips, "I can't find a woman who can paint, but I can't look for a man, right?"
Yu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and a figure suddenly appeared in her mind. She immediately asked Sang Ru, "Have you ever heard the Marquis mention before whether Mu Huaian can paint?"
Sang Ru: “?”
Her eyes suddenly widened. The young master was a well-known talent in the capital, so he must be a painter. But could it be that Madam wanted the young master to paint the remaining half of the flower?
There is a difference between men and women!
"Madam, didn't you say that the young master couldn't help?"
She remembered that this was what the lady had just said. She couldn't have forgotten it now, right?
Yu Qinghuan silently wiped off the half flower on her shoulder, pulled the clothes back on her waist, and looked at Sang Ru through the bronze mirror on the table. She said in a gloomy tone, "If you hadn't been lazy back then and had been willing to study hard with me, why would I think of asking others for help now?"
Sang Ru: “…”
I really can't blame myself for this. There was no maid in the Yu Mansion who would learn these things from her master. I was just serving by her side. It was good enough for me to be able to do needlework well. Why should I learn these things?
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was Xie Zhili standing outside the door. "Are you asleep?"
Yu Qinghuan frowned. Xie Zhili had to take a carriage back to Beijing early tomorrow morning. Why did he come so late? Was he not going to sleep tonight?
She stood up and walked to the door, and asked through the door, "What's the matter?"
Xie Zhili: "Yes, there is something."
Seeing that the door was not open, Xie Zhili frowned, "It's late at night, and the yard is windy and cold. Why don't you open the door and let me come in to sit and talk?"
Yu Qinghuan hesitated for a moment and signaled Sang Ru to collect the scattered colored glass bottles on the dressing table.
It wasn't until Sang Ru had stuffed the box and the sketch into the bottom of her dressing table that Yu Qinghuan half-opened the door. Facing the night breeze, she looked at Xie Zhili and said angrily, "You know it's late, why are you disturbing my sweet dreams?"
Xie Zhili originally thought that Yu Qinghuan would not open the door at this late hour, but he did not expect that she would open the door at this moment.
He chuckled suddenly, "I missed you, so I wanted to come and see you."
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