She took out some white paper, placed it on her knees, picked up the brush tremblingly, dipped it in ink, and followed the portrait, stroke by stroke, to paint the young man's appearance. Over the years, when she had nothing to do, she would pick up the brush and paint him. After copying him day by day, she was able to paint him 90% like him.
But when it comes to drawing eyes, she always hesitates.
She had heard a story that if the person in the portrait had eyes, he would come alive. She never dared to put pen to paper, for she was afraid that if she put pen to paper and the person was not seen, the only thing that supported her would also disappear.
"For the last time... For the last time... Jiang Yin." Her hands trembled for a long time, and then she remembered something, turned around and put all the remaining coins in the drawer into an envelope. If someone found her tomorrow, they would find the money in the envelope. The names on the envelopes were all the children she had supported for decades. She thought that if she was gone, she would have to send the last money to them.
Throughout her life, she failed to expand and strengthen her cloth shop, and in her later years she did what people considered "ridiculous things"...but she did not regret it.
The ink fell on the young man's eyes in the painting. She bit her lips and suddenly a blurry face appeared in front of her eyes.
Those scenes merged with the gradually falling night, and it was hard to tell whether they were a kaleidoscope or an illusion.
[Hey, the one above! Please clarify this!] The girl put her hands on her hips.
As the sun sets, the young man in a golden gauze robe lowers his head.
The girl didn't know what was going on in her mind. She blushed and didn't want to look into his beautiful eyes.
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[Are you a wooden man?] The girl leaned over and saw only ordinary scenery: [What's so good about these? You must have never seen beautiful scenery. I will take you to see it, okay?]
[I've seen them all.] The young man said calmly, declining her invitation.
He never rejected her.
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[Is this the tea your family taught you?] The lid of the pot was lifted, and an indescribable smell wafted out. Everyone around retreated and covered their noses. Only the girl took a step forward.
[Yeah.] The young man said calmly, as if it was a matter of course.
The girl picked up the cup, and everyone around her advised her not to drink it, but she stubbornly drank it all in one gulp, and burped loudly, which attracted the young man's attention.
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