Chapter 885: Gouache
Chapter 885 Gouache Painting
Xia Yuchu said: "I haven't seen brother Ziheng for a long time. I came to see him. Is he there?"
Zhou's mother said: "Here... please wait a moment, I will give you a message." She was a little embarrassed. It was already past nine o'clock at night. At this time, the husband usually handled official business in the study and did not like to be disturbed. Moreover, Miss Xia Yu has not wanted to be seen by Mr. Xia Yu for the past few years. Will Mr. Xia Yu be angry if she sends a message at this time?
However, as a servant, she was not qualified to reject Xia Yu directly.
With a confused look on her face, she turned around and planned to walk back to the villa.
"Wait." Xia Yu stopped her and whispered, "Mother Zhou, please tell Brother Ziheng that I just came back from the Xia clan a few days ago and met my sister. I brought a small gift for her. Him." Looking at Zhou Ma's expression, Xia Yu understood Pei Ziheng's attitude towards her, and fearing that she would be shut out, she gave these instructions with a wink. Even if brother Zi Heng can reject her, can he still reject Xia Ling-related news?
Xia Yu thought with some jealousy.
"Miss Xia Yu," unexpectedly, Zhou's mother raised her eyes and looked at her, her expression much more serious than before, "I know you care about your husband, and it's not easy to bring gifts for him all the way back. I'm just a servant. I shouldn't say anything, but please forgive me for saying something that I shouldn't say - Miss Aya is getting married soon, and she is not destined to be with our husband. If you really care about your husband, your top priority is to make him forget about Miss Aya as soon as possible, no. You should always mention her in front of him. "Over the years, my husband's love for Miss Ling has been noticed by Zhou's mother. She had grown up watching her husband, and she really couldn't bear to see her husband trapped in a hopeless love relationship.
Xia Yu secretly cursed the old woman for being ignorant. How dare a slave interfere in his master's affairs? However, under the eaves, she had to lower her head. She suppressed her dissatisfaction and still said softly to Zhou's mother: "I understand what you said. Do you think I am willing to mention my sister? But if I don't mention it, , How can he meet me? Don't talk about me. In the past few years, has he ever made any false remarks to any woman except my sister? Mom, if this continues, will you bear to see him die alone?"
How could Zhou’s mother bear it?
This is the husband she has watched grow up with her own eyes. She has taken care of him since he was a little boy of five or six years old. She knew how hard he worked when he was a child, memorizing books until dawn, being beaten by his father even though he was very good, and kneeling in the yard on a snowy day, doing arithmetic problems with fingers that were red from the cold. She watched him grow up and become the most outstanding child among his peers in the family. He was so steady and self-disciplined, with a faint kingly demeanor, and was praised by wealthy families...
Later, she packed his luggage with her own hands and sent him to study abroad.
He had only been abroad for two years when news spread in his family that his father, the previous head of the Pei family, had passed away due to serious illness. He hurriedly returned to the country and accepted orders in the face of danger. At the age of sixteen, he took on the responsibility of such a behemoth as the emperor, faced with internal and external troubles and many difficulties. At that time, how many people wanted to see his jokes? However, he did it. After countless sleepless nights, he stabilized the situation with thunderous power and ushered in a more glorious era for the Emperor.
He has always been an excellent leader, allowing all those who follow him to trust and rely on him.
But these come at a price.
Mr. has never had a private life. His daily schedule consists of meetings, meetings, and meetings. The only bright spot in life was the girl named Xia Ling, ah, and later Ye Xingling. But I heard that they are actually the same person...but these are not important anymore.
The important thing is that the girl suddenly appeared in his life and left cruelly.
The husband was left alone, his hair turned gray overnight, and he still thinks about it to this day.
Zhou’s mother felt sorry for him. If she could, she wished that another girl could come into her husband's life. No matter the status, wealth or status, or even age or temperament, it was not important. As long as she could make her husband's ashen eyes glow with warmth again...
She raised her head and looked at Xia Yu.
They are both women, why doesn't she not know that Xia Yu has been secretly in love with her husband for many years? Could Xia Yu be that person?
The chances are slim. If Mr. had liked her, he would have been with her many years ago. However, given Mr. Xi's current situation, which girl around him can make things happen? Let Xia Yu try it, it's better than nothing.
Zhou’s mother thought this way and said, “I will inform you.”
Turn around, go upstairs, and tell Pei Ziheng the news of her arrival.
Xia Yu held a large, flat box and stepped on the wooden stairs step by step to Pei Ziheng's study on the second floor. In the study, Pei Ziheng sat silently, the dim light of the old desk lamp scattered on his face, half handsome and half hidden in the shadows, like a silent beast.
“Is this a gift?” This was the first sentence he said when he saw Xia Yu.
There was no greeting or asking if she was okay. All he cared about was the things in her hands.
Xia Yu felt a sting in her heart. However, she soon cheered up and smiled charmingly: "Yes, brother Ziheng, this is a gift that I spent many days making. Do you like it?"
She handed over the large box carefully wrapped in oilcloth paper.
Pei Ziheng took it and opened it roughly in twos and twos. What came into view was a beautiful gouache painting, depicting the moonlight over the mountains. There was a small Chinese retro room hidden among the flowers. In the room, there was a girl. Opening the window and looking at the moon, the tranquil expression and graceful figure are extremely beautiful in the moonlight.
This is...Xiao Ling.
Pei Ziheng held his breath for a moment, almost stiffly, reaching out his hand and touching the delicate side face of the girl in the painting. Long time no see... She seems to have become more beautiful, with an unprecedented peace and tranquility in her expression. Is it because she is about to get married?
Thinking about it like this, his eyes became a little gloomy.
"This is my sister's residence in Xia's house. I recreated it according to the actual scene one stroke at a time." Xia Yu waited beside him for a while, and when he had almost seen it, he spoke carefully, "That night, I stood among the flowers, I saw my sister admiring the moon behind the window frame. She was so beautiful that I couldn’t help but want to draw it and give it to you.”
“Is she okay at Xia’s house?” he asked. I also felt that my question was a bit redundant. How could she be bad? That was her natal family, she was with her relatives, and... Li Lei.
Sure enough, Xia Yu said: "She is very good. She is already buying a dowry and is happy every day."
Pei Ziheng’s hand holding the frame tightened, leaving a trace of mark on the gouache painting. "You can go out." He said to Xia Yu.
(End of this chapter)