Chapter 219 Can I hug you (54)
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Yun Si cried like a tearful man.
After a long time,
He finally lost his strength and fell on top of her,
His eyes are closed, and there seems to be a slight smile on his lips.
Yun Si desperately held back her tears,
Holding him, her eyes were red.
Warm tears fall,
Silently, in the refraction of the sun, as if everything has dissipated,
The haze and inferiority that shrouded in my heart faded little by little,
at last,
The soft and fresh heart finally healed, no more scars.
Late at night.
After taking a bath, Yun Si looked at Chu Heng who was still awake on the bed, and quietly tucked him in the quilt, then sat aside.
Without saying anything, she gently grabbed his hand, her eyes slightly curved.
It was very late at night, and the room was silent.
The man closed his eyes and took a long breath, but his consciousness has not yet recovered.
The gentle and clear aura on his body has dissipated, and the stern eyebrows and eyes seem to be tainted with irritability again, which is extremely dangerous.
Yun Si looked at him for a long time.
Slowly open your palms and spread them flat,
A light golden notebook instantly appeared in her palm,
Yun Si caressed the notebook carefully, and opened it.
There is very little content written on it, and it has not filled a page.
Yun Si watched quietly, thinking of something, the smile on the brows spread, almost sweet to the bone.
On the bookshelf, a pen floated up in the air and flew towards her.
Yun Si caught it, just like that, holding the book, and began to outline stroke by stroke.
I dislike such a posture and it is not easy to write,
She held the notebook and came to the desk beside her.
Sit down quietly, press a corner of the paper, and draw slowly with a fine-tip brush.
The first page is Mu Hanyan's face.
Afraid that the handwriting would disappear, Yun Si pointed at the notebook with a straight face, and said seriously, "I want to draw Jiu Ge, you must not disappear."
"If you disappear, I will sue Jiu Ge."
The notebook lying quietly on the desk: "."
Yun Si began to write,
Under the light of the candle lamp, her side face is focused and soft.
Staring unblinkingly at the face gradually becoming a painting in the notebook with clear eyes, he finally smiled.
Mu Hanyan, Su Su, and Chu Heng.
Yun Si drew three pictures.
Her painting skills are actually not good, and it is difficult to control the details.
But this is the first time Yun Si has done this so seriously and with concentration.
There is no perfunctory, no ambiguity.
Full of joy, he held out a heart that was so hot.
The night is getting heavier and heavier.
The crescents outside the window are all hidden in unknown places, without showing any trace.
The tops of the trees are intertwined in the middle of the night, as if blending with the night,
The cool wind dissipates the dryness in the midsummer, blowing past, leaving a quiet posthumous post all over the ground,
The jumping candle flames burn in the night, gradually burning out the candles,
When the last stroke is drawn,
The fine white fingers stained with ink gently stroked a corner of the book.
I want to touch it, but I am afraid that the ink will not dry, and it will ruin the portrait if I touch it.
Yun Si quietly looked at the pictures on the notebook, still twisting the pen with her right hand.
After a long silence,
Until the ink was finally dry, the finger slowly stroked it up.
Eyebrows, bridge of the nose, lips,
When it reaches the end,
She bent the corners of her lips and said to herself, "Back then... I should have learned how to draw from you."
"I'm such an idiot that I can't even draw the person I love the most."
She said, and slowly fell silent again.
After a while,
Slowly put down the twirling brush.
(end of this chapter)