Song Zhi didn't seem to be able to respond to the three questions.
First, he was forced.
Second, he was a brother.
Third, he was a brother.
His tone was helpless.
He didn't know what they had experienced.
But he knew that the past must be full of holes, enough to make a tough guy like Jing Rong unable to overcome it.
But what kind of story was it?
His heart was filled with confusion.
But it wasn't appropriate to ask.
At this moment, the snow was getting heavier. Along with the cold wind, a few flakes fell on his head, shoulders, and clothes.
He gently brushed them off and wrapped his sleeves.
Just as he was about to leave …
However, he happened to look through the window and saw Ji Yunshu coloring a painting.
She was holding a brush.
She gently pinched her sleeves. Bending over slightly, she lowered her eyes to take a closer look. Her long hair, which was not tied up, slowly swept past her shoulders and then hung beside her arms. Those strands of hair were blown up by the cold wind, like a child wearing dancing shoes, jumping happily. At the same time, her fingertips holding the brush were also moving slowly, and the thin brush was in the air.
The fine brush was slowly moving on the paper. It was bright and beautiful.
The person in the painting was slowly being colored, becoming more and more realistic.
Even though there was only a rough outline and a few colors on the painting, it was clear that the woman in the painting was delicate and pretty.
But the person in the painting was even more beautiful than the person in the painting.
Ji Yunshu!
Song Zhi looked at her, becoming more and more entranced.
That man was really handsome. Not only was he handsome, but he also had delicate skin. How could this be a man? It was clearly a woman.
But Song Zhi's brain didn't know how to bend, and his temperament was very rigid.
When he saw Ji Yunshu wearing men's clothes, he was sure that she was a man. Even if she looked like a woman, it was just a resemblance.
He didn't suspect that she was a woman.
But …
After staring at Ji Yunshu for so long, his heart started to beat faster.
This was a feeling he had never felt before.
He touched his chest and exerted a bit of force, trying to suppress his beating heart.
But the more he tried, the faster it beat.
It was as if it could jump out of his mouth at any time.
It was too scary!
He thought, 'Could it be … that I'm sick?'
He suddenly jumped in fright.
Although he wasn't afraid of death, he was afraid of getting sick.
Especially those who were half dead from an illness.
First, he would suffer, and second, he would burn money.
How could he afford to see a doctor when he was so poor?
The more he thought about it, the more terrified he felt.
He hurriedly withdrew his gaze from Ji Yunshu.
In case he was tortured to death by that feeling.
He took a deep breath.
"What's the matter with me?" he murmured softly.
Because the surroundings were very quiet, and he happened to be standing by the window.
Therefore, the small commotion still alarmed Ji Yunshu, who was drawing inside.
Her hand paused, and the thin brush immediately left the paper.
Turning around, Zhang Xuan saw Song Zhi standing outside with a hand pressed against his chest, muttering something under his breath.
"Young Master Song? What are you doing? "
"Uh!" Song Zhi raised his head and met Ji Yunshu's gaze.
His heart, which had gradually calmed down, beat violently again.
It was as if it was going to jump out of his mouth again.
Ji Yunshu frowned.
He was slightly worried.
"Young Master Song? What happened to you? "
"I'm fine."
"But you don't look all right."
"I … I'm really fine." Song Zhi lowered his head, but his cheeks were red. It was unknown whether it was because of shyness or the cold. He said, "I'm here to bring you porridge."
"Porridge?"
"But it's already cold. If you want to eat, I'll bring you something hot." Song Zhi hurriedly picked up the two bowls of porridge that Jing Rong had placed at the side.
It was icy cold!
There was no heat at all.
It was even a little frozen!
Ji Yunshu said, "No need, I'm not hungry."
"You've been drawing for so long, you should rest."
"It's fine."
"Young Master Jing was right. Young Master Ji, you really can forget yourself when you're drawing."
"Oh? Is that what he said about me? "
Song Zhi said, "That's not what he said, but … that's what he meant."
Ji Yunshu smiled and looked outside. She remembered that Jing Rong was still there, but now he was gone.
She asked, "Oh right, where's Jing Rong?"
Song Zhi pointed in a direction and said, "He's already gone."
"Oh!"
"That … I won't disturb you anymore. You can continue drawing. If you're hungry, call me at any time. I'll cook porridge for you."
Ji Yunshu saw him holding two ice-cold bowls in front of the window, facing her. The scene was hilarious, so she quickly refused, "There's really no need. It's so cold outside. Young Master Song, you should go and rest."
"Alright, I'll be leaving then."
Song Zhi bowed to her inexplicably.
Then he left.
Ji Yunshu hesitated for a moment.
Why did she feel that Song Zhi was different from before?
But she couldn't figure out what was different.
She might as well —
She shook her head.
Forget it!
She continued to draw.
In two days, she had roughly figured out the deceased's appearance.
Basically, there was no difference.
After all, she had drawn many portraits of the deceased's face and used clay to mold many bone pieces. Then, she put them together one by one to create this portrait.
As long as there were no accidents, she could slowly adjust it after she was done coloring. She would be able to finish the portrait tomorrow or the day after.
… …
The next day.
Marquis Pingyang's estate.
Today, Left Premier Gong brought his son, Gong Shilin, to pay a visit.
They also brought a lot of gifts.
To put it bluntly, they were here to discuss his son's marriage.
He also planned to let the two young people meet each other today.
Inside the carriage in the heavy snow.
Gong Shilin sat beside his father and did not say a word.
He could only hear the sound of the carriage wheels rolling over the snow outside.
It sounded like a piece of paper being torn.
The cold wind rustled and blew in from outside, lifting the curtain.
Gong Shilin crossed his arms, pursed his lips, and looked at his unsmiling father for a while.
He wanted to say something but stopped.
Then —
He gathered his courage and said, "Father, there's actually no need to be so anxious."
Huh?
Left Premier Gong frowned.
"What?"
"I mean, there's no need to be anxious today."
"How can there be no need to be anxious?"
"About me and Wen Shu …"
Left Premier Gong interrupted him. "I know, this is indeed a little fast, but since you like her, and our families are old friends, this matter can't be delayed. When we arrive at Marquis Pingyang's residence, you have to pay attention to your etiquette and not lose your composure."
There was no room for argument.
Gong Shilin never liked to explain.
So, he didn't say much.
But in his heart, he was unhappy.
The feeling was as if someone was stirring his heart non-stop. It was very uncomfortable.
Did he really love Li Wen Shu?
Could he really accept it?
But so what if he didn't love her?
So what if he didn't?
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