Chapter 295 I am happy
Cui Si seemed to really see herself sleeping under the crabapple tree.
It is spring, the crabapple blossoms are in full bloom, the spring breeze is blowing gently, a few petals are falling, and with a pot of wine, you can sleep here, as if you are being warmly embraced by the whole spring day.
"Can you draw?"
"I learned a little when I was little." Yan Xingchuan smiled and talked about the past. "When I was little, I didn't like studying or practicing martial arts. I found it tiring. Plus, I had two older brothers at home, so I naturally wanted to be a playboy and rely on my father and brothers for my whole life."
"In order to discipline me, my parents usually don't allow anyone to give me money, so I set up a stall with my little tail, Shen Mo, to write letters for people or draw pictures to earn some money."
He has never had any big ambitions and just wants to live his life to the fullest, at ease and at ease.
But fate played a trick on him, and he had to shoulder everything and embark on the road of revenge and competing for the world.
"I've drawn something else. Do you want to see it? It's damp over there in Piaomiao River. I remember having someone send it here. It should be in the study."
Yan Xingchuan took Cui Si to the study to look at the paintings. There were more than a dozen paintings of various sizes, some of which were framed and some were still on a piece of paper.
Some of these paintings depict scenes, while others only contain portraits.
It's all her.
He painted the people in the painting, every frown and smile, every piece of clothing and every sleeve, with great care.
When looking at these paintings, it seems as if I can also see the scene of him painting at his desk, sometimes in the early morning, sometimes in the middle of the night, with a solitary lamp lit, the light cast his shadow on the ground, stretching it very long.
Cui Si felt like she had a breath stuck in her heart, which she could neither exhale nor swallow. In the end, the breath was stuck there and spread throughout her body, feeling stuffy, astringent, sour and bitter.
It seems like I have tasted all the bitterness in the world.
"Why are you doing this..."
She understood his thoughts very well, and knew that he always wanted to get closer to her.
But so much time has passed and everything has changed.
But she was not a soft-hearted person and could not tolerate any ingratitude. She was unwilling to put aside the past and rekindle her relationship with him.
This marriage is a thread that he cannot connect with even if he wants to.
He was just being hard on himself by doing this, making his already bad life even worse, and making it even more bitter and difficult.
A life of hardship.
Why bother?
"Why bother with so many things?" Yan Xingchuan looked at the painting in his hand.
The painting showed her lying on a soft pillow and reading a book. Light and shadow fell on her face. She lowered her eyelids slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled, as if she was a little sleepy.
"I'm happy with it."
"A'si, you're always too rational sometimes, judging right and wrong based on gains and losses, good and evil, but some things can't be calculated that way."
"You think I'm making things difficult for myself, walking down a path that's completely unworkable and perhaps has no results at all, but letting go is never that simple. I'm willing to walk this path myself. My heart will judge the pain and pleasure, whether it's worth it or not."
"And how do you know it will be fruitless? At least, you are by my side now. As long as you are here, I win."
Cui Si choked.
Maybe what he said was right. If he hadn't insisted, if he hadn't tried so hard to walk down this fruitless road, she probably wouldn't be standing here.
Unable to argue with him, she started to act like a spoiled brat: "I didn't tell you that I'm tired and want to rest."
Yan Xingchuan turned his head to look at her: "Are you angry?"
"I'm not angry." Cui Si didn't think she was angry, she was just too lazy to argue with him.
Yan Xingchuan smiled again, feeling a little happy in his heart: "Okay, okay, you are not angry, you are just tired and want to rest, then I will leave?"
"Okay, go ahead."
"You won't... leave me alone for a moment?"
"Why would I keep you here?"
"You've painted a lot of pictures, haven't you? Give them to me and I'll frame them for you."
"You can also frame?" Cui Si was even more surprised.
"Yeah, I've just learned this. I framed all of these. They're all pretty good, right? I have the stuff ready-made."
Cui Si glanced at him twice. Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, she didn't know whether to feel helpless or speechless for a moment: "You have been very knowledgeable and versatile lately."
Along the way, he learned how to spin silk, how to weave cords, how to make silk and velvet flowers, how to carve and make jewelry. He also played the role of storyteller and read to her.
If there weren't so many people watching him, he would even cook by himself.
"I'm well-versed and versatile, so you need me more often, right? I'm always more useful than others, right?"
That's true.
It was so useful that she came back to him when she wanted to have a child.
And he has no sense of shame or guilt at all.
"Since you want to stay, then do it. Yanzhi, send him the picture I drew earlier." Cui Si agreed without thinking too much, but also warned, "I draw my paintings carefully. If you mess them up, I will make you pay."
"Don't worry, I will be careful."
Yan Xingchuan returned to Piaomiao City and didn't care about anything important. Instead, he started to frame the scroll for her.
Cui Si saw him skillfully take out the things he needed, and when Yanzhi brought the paintings over, he carefully examined each one, looking very serious, so she didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore.
"You go ahead and do your thing. I'm going to take a shower."
"Yeah, go ahead."
The study in the courtyard is in the east wing, and the bedroom is in the main courtyard. Cui Si left the east wing and went to the bedroom in the main courtyard.
At this moment, Song Lu had someone prepare hot water, sprinkle some flower petals into it, drip some fragrant dew, and also prepared a few sets of clothes for her to choose from.
"Let's go with this one." She chose a crabapple red soft silk dress, a cross-collared wide-sleeved shirt, and a floor-length folded skirt. When she walked, she was graceful and beautiful. The soft silk was soft against the skin, and it was just right to wear on a spring day when the weather was neither too cold nor too hot.
"Then this one." Song Lu was also happy. "My lady should wear some brighter clothes. It will look nice."
"Why? Don't the clothes I wear usually look good?" Cui Si asked her with a smile.
"Ah? Not really!" Song Lu explained after hearing this, "My wife is beautiful, and her dress is beautiful too, but... she's a little cold. Plus, my wife has such a strong aura that few men in this world dare to look at her."
Cui Si laughed again: "Alright, I was just teasing you. You look so nervous. Go see what food is available in the kitchen of the mansion and pick out a few dishes you can cook and send them over tonight."
Song Lu stamped his feet: "My wife is being naughty again..."
Yan Xingchuan, who was in the east wing, was cleaning the drawing paper while listening to their conversation. When he heard this, his hands trembled and he became so angry that his good mood suddenly turned bad.
My wife is doing bad things again.
Why doesn't she do anything bad to me? She always tries to push me away!
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