Chapter 37 His calligraphy and paintings are all answers It happened to be Tuesday during the Ear Solar terms, and Xie Jiyan came back early. Jinli was lying on the sofa in the tea room, looking at the calendar on her phone, but her heart was sinking to the bottom little by little. It turns out that it's already June. Xie Zeqian said that he will definitely come back this month, but he doesn't know which day to choose? It's so annoying, I really don't want him to come back. But what bothers her even more at the moment is that Wei Xueling will come over to her home tomorrow to discuss artistic life with Xie Jiyan. She didn't know how to face this. Should he shamelessly sit by and be a big light bulb and watch their affectionate music and concubine play, or should he retreat to a hundred and eighty thousand miles away and let them play happily like mandarin ducks? "looking at what?" Suddenly, the magnetic voice that I had missed for several days slowly fell from the top of my head. Immediately afterwards, the sofa cushion sank slightly. Before Jinli could even raise her eyes, Xie Jiyan, looking tired from the long journey, sat down in the empty seat next to her.
She immediately adjusted her lying position, sat upright, and answered honestly: "I...I was looking at the calendar to see when Xie Zeqian would return to China." It turns out that I wasn’t expecting him to come home... Xie Jiyan felt another stab in his heart, his eyes dimmed a little, like the sky empty and empty after the wind and the remaining clouds, and said: "According to his nature, he should not come back until the end of the month." That will eventually come back. Jinli's mood is still wilting. Xie Jiyan saw that her little face was not happy at all. He held a few dry dogtail grass in his left hand and gently scratched her chin, "Be happy." Jinli was very ticklish, so she drew back her neck and asked, "Where did you get so much grass?" "From the field." Xie Jiyan stuffed all the dogtail grass for her to play with, "When you are unhappy, scratch your palms and you will be happy." This sentence was something she said to him when she was a child. She said: "When I am unhappy, I just scratch my palms with dogtail grass, and I will feel happy." It had been her little toy. But now... "You're so boring." Jinli complained to him, "I don't like playing with grass now." The words are true and false. "But why are you running to the fields?" "Invest in digital agriculture." Xie Jiyan said in a flash. "Oh." He lowered his eyes cautiously, but his response was not enthusiastic. It was as if the soul had been taken away, leaving only a body.
Xie Jiyan wanted to induce her to regain her motivation and said, "But since you don't like playing with grass anymore, just give it back to me." He made a show of taking it back. She quickly covered her back with her quick eyes and hands, "No, I didn't say I didn't want it. Seeing that you came all the way to pull it from the field, I reluctantly put it in the vase as a decoration." "No need to force it so hard." Xie Ji stretched out his arms and went around behind her, deliberately teasing her, "I'll take it and make a specimen myself." Seeing that he really wanted to snatch it, Jinli hurriedly moved to the corner of the sofa and held it tightly, "I've already given it to you, how can anyone go back on their promise like you..." Before the last note was finished, Xie Jiyan's tall and tall body suddenly tipped over, causing her eyelashes to tremble uncontrollably, and said: "You... what are you doing? Fighting for a few blades of grass... so big... " His tall nose was so close that Jinli felt that every breath she exhaled was hot. She began to feel uneasy, her palms were so tight that they were sweating, and her voice was squeaky, "Forget it...forget it, I'll...give it back to you." As she said that, she let go of the dogtail grass and tried to escape from his encirclement. Unexpectedly, Xie Jiyan forced him back again. The heart rate spiked out of control again. The blazing sunshine in June carried the noisy chirping of cicadas, which penetrated through the windows and made her little heart beat higher every time. Xie Jiyan did not take any other actions, but just stared into her eyes for a moment. But just like that, she was already suffering so much that she didn't know where to grab it with her hands. Until he finally said firmly: "I will not go back on my promise. What I give to you is what I give to you. Whatever you want, I will give it to you regardless of what I can do." Including his entire being. "..." Overturn what he can? Is this a love story? In a daze, her reflex arc circled from day to night, and then to the afternoon of the next day. When Wei Xueling arrived at Hanchun Garden, her reflex arc had not yet turned back. Just before dusk. The window view of the study room is covered with sunset glow, which is the most romantic and charming drunken moment of the day. It has to be said that even God is looking forward to their marriage. Jinli's mood fell again and again. But he still acted like it was nothing to do with him and personally welcomed Wei Xueling upstairs and said, "Sister Xueling, you are so beautiful today. Uncle Jiyan has been waiting for you in the study for a long time. Come in quickly." "But I'm so nervous, Lili, please accompany me in." Wei Xueling said, covering her heart that was heaving violently. Half of her nervousness was genuine. As for the other half, maybe she wanted Jinli to witness her marriage to Xie Jiyan, right? Jinli was resisting in her heart: "The door to the study is open. I will make tea for you in the teahouse. Just feel free to go in. Uncle Jiyan is a gentleman and will not eat people." "Well, thank you for your hard work." Wei Xueling smiled, straightened her swan neck, and walked towards the study step by step.
After a moment, he stood by the door and said hello politely: "Hello, Ji Yan." Xie Jiyan stood in front of the collection shelf, raised his peach blossom eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Hello, Miss Wei." The sound of Miss Wei directly shocked Wei Xueling's throbbing heart. "Come in and sit down." He is holding a painting in his hand. Wei Xueling walked in with a slightly embarrassed expression. However, it is not settled yet. Xie Jiyan added: "Ali often praises you in front of me that you are knowledgeable, knowledgeable, and proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. So, I have a calligraphy and painting here, and I would like to ask Miss Wei to help me appreciate it, can you?" "You are serious, Ji Yan. Which generation of calligraphy and painting are they from? I am very happy to appreciate them." She smiled, hoping to close the distance. Little did he know that when he took over the painting from Xie Jiyan. Her face turned pale on the spot: "Is this?" "This is my handiwork." Xie Jiyan said bluntly. "Did you write the words yourself?" Wei Xueling secretly took a deep breath and tried to force herself to calm down. "Exactly." "So, you specially invited me here today to tell me..." Her chest was swollen and painful, and she couldn't speak anymore. Xie Jiyan took up her words: "I just don't want you to waste your time and energy on me, Miss Wei. And I don't want my sweetheart to be caught between you and me." He was talking about his sweetheart... Wei Xueling closed her eyes in discomfort, "Then can I know where I lost? Is it family background? Is it talent? Is it appearance? Or... is it age?" Regarding age, she actually didn't think she would lose. After all, at the age of twenty-five, when she was in her prime, and when her style was at its most swaying, she didn't think she would lose to Jinli. But Xie Jiyan's taste was not clear whether she preferred maturity or youthfulness. "Miss Wei, why are you belittling yourself so much?" Xie Jiyan smiled coldly: "You actually use age as an option? People of every age have their own different charms." "You have also been eighteen or nineteen years old, and Ali will continue to grow in the future." "But, no matter whether Ali is twenty, thirty, eighty, or ninety in the future, I will still love her as before." "Moreover, you are not inferior in family background, talent, appearance, or age. But..." He paused and said with heartfelt words: "I have been involved in her entire youth, so I also want to be involved in her future years. Can you understand? Miss Wei."
"I understand." Wei Xueling's heart throbbed and she was completely defeated. "Thank you for being willing to tell me this in person." After saying that, she ran out of the study without looking back. Jinli had just made tea and was about to bring it to them to drink when she saw Wei Xueling hurriedly walked to press the elevator button. She quickly called her out: "Sister Xueling, why did you come out so quickly?" Wei Xueling was in a very bad mood, but she still said to Jinli, "He and I can't play the piano in harmony." "why?" "Ask him yourself." Wei Xueling smiled bitterly, "His calligraphy and painting are all answers." (End of this chapter)