The remaining pictures show ugly old men.
Xiuyun joked: "Madam, are you planning to draw a hundred ugly pictures? But not one of them was completed."
When it was almost dusk, Xiuyun and Xiuling brought meals to Madam. Madam didn't like lighting lights and couldn't see anything once it got dark, so they took half an hour to deliver the dinner.
When I walked to the door, I saw that my wife had already gotten up and was painting again with her back to the door.
The setting sun shone into the house, shining golden light on her body.
The weather was sultry and hot, and the lady was only wearing a thin gauze, which was light on her skin. She had a pretty figure, and her slender waist was round and beautiful, like a slightly curled fairy peach.
The breeze at dusk gently rippled the clothes, like ripples on the lake surface, glowing with the soft light of my daughter's muscles and bones.
The slender and graceful legs look hazy and pretty under the sheen of gauze.
Xiuyun and Xiuling looked at each other, who could bear it?
Seeing that Madam was concentrating on painting, her arms like a chivalrous girl dancing with a sword, Xiuyun tentatively called out, "Madam."
If the lady responds, they will go in; if the lady does not respond, they will stand at the door and wait without disturbing them.
Sima Yunxue didn't respond. She just held the brush in her hand and drew ink.
As time passed, night fell quietly, a bright moon hung high in the sky, and there was only a faint light escaping into the room.
Seeing that Madam was still painting, Xiuling asked in a low voice: "Can Madam see?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the lady stop.
Sima Yunxue looked at the ugly man in the painting. She could draw all kinds of expressions on this ugly man, but she dared not draw eyes.
People are so strange, they torture themselves for some dignity and meaning even though they are very eager in their hearts.
But if these things are lost, how can a person be called a human being?
Each person, or with others, has such dignity, meaning, etc. to make up a life.
The clear light of the moonlight reflected on the paper, and reflected on the ugly figure in the painting. This face was dim and dim, as if smiling at her.
A distant call came faintly in my ears——Xiaoyun...
Sima Yunxue's red lips responded in confusion: "In..."
Suddenly he picked up his pen and dotted the eyes on this ugly man without eyes.
The ink hangs from the tip of the pen, and Sima Yunxue puts the pen down.
The figure in the painting has a vulgar figure and an ugly face. Only his eyes reveal the proud demeanor of a celebrity.
Sima Yunxue let out a sweet chuckle, then spread her arms and danced like a girl.
She danced and laughed at the same time. Her laughter was full of the cuteness of a girl, but also revealed the rebelliousness of her own maverick.
The two women at the door were dumbfounded. The lady was too sad and suppressed for too long. Is she crazy?
Sima Yunxue floated to the yard with her slender feet like an immortal, fluttering her gauze clothes and dancing.
Or pull up the skirt and spin around, Pingting is graceful.
Or the clothes are swaying, and the gauze is like water.
Or stand on tiptoe to leap, vigorous and powerful.
…
Every movement, every expression is interpreting the beautiful fairy posture.
In the end, this ethereal and mysterious woman blended into the pale moonlight.
Xiuyun and Xiuling were already shocked by the beauty presented by Sima Yunxue at this moment.
They have long forgotten that noble and indifferent lady. In their eyes, they only have a woman as beautiful as a fairy, as elegant and gentle as water.
"I'm dying."
A voice as clear and beautiful as a mountain spring came, and the two women saw the lady collapse directly to the ground.
Sima Yunxue danced for Xie Fu, for her first heartbeat, for the man she fell in love with for the first time.
She could only dance for him where he couldn't see or hear her.
The real her, his Xiaoyun.
She is as passionate as the sun, as gentle as water, as charming as a flower, as uninhibited as she is, and as heart-pounding as she is intoxicated under the moonlight.
"lady!"
Xiuyun Xiuling approached in surprise.
Sima Yunxue heard it, but didn't like these two words. She lowered her eyes, and in her confusion she seemed to hear someone calling her - Xiao Yun.
who is it?
Who dares to call her that.
Only him.
Sima Yunxue looked back and saw him standing not far away with a slight smile.
His smile was so warm, a wave of warmth passed through his heart, and the sadness and melancholy locked in his heart was instantly melted away.
Life is insignificant, meeting you is enough.
She was dying, so happy.
"Xiuyun, go call the lady quickly."
…
Wang Wanyi knelt down in the filial piety hall and silently recited the Filial Piety Sutra for her deceased father.
According to the etiquette, it is done twice a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon, but Wang Wanzhi added one more time in the evening.
During these hundred days of filial piety, she must fulfill her filial piety with all her heart.
Father, my daughter has not brought you any blessings in this life. She is terminally ill, but she has made you worry and worry all day long. She is thin and weak and cannot always be by your side.
My daughter is not unfilial, but she doesn’t want you to worry. She wants you to know that she has grown up and can be independent, and she doesn’t want to see you worrying about my illness.
Now her daughter's terminal illness has been cured and she has found her husband. She likes him very much and loves him very much. He is also very kind to her.
My daughter will have hardships and joys in the rest of her life. Father, you don’t have to worry about your soul in heaven. I hope you can let go of all ties and go to heaven as soon as possible...
At this moment, Yan Yu and Xiuyun hurriedly came to the door of Xiaotang: "Miss, Madam has fainted."
Wang Wanzhi was shocked when he heard this, immediately stood up, walked out, and asked, "What's going on?"
On the way, Xiuyun painted the lady briefly and concisely, and suddenly she started to giggle and dance.
He passed out while dancing.
Seeing that he hadn't arrived yet, Xiuyun briefly told the story of how his wife had been ill and had been staying in seclusion these days.
Wang Wanzhi was secretly shocked when she heard this. I didn't know that my mother was acting like this these days. It was really unfilial.
When I came to the yard, I saw my mother lying on the ground, with Xiuling standing by.
When Xiuling saw Wang Wanzhi, it was like seeing a savior, and she shouted: "Miss."
Wang Wanzhi squatted down, touched her mother's breath, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I just fainted temporarily."
Xiuyun asked: "Why did such a good person faint?"
Wang Wanzhi didn't respond. She lowered her head and looked carefully, and saw a sad look on her mother's stunning face.
There were tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, looking so pitiful.
Wang Wanzhi's heart trembled, and her mother's words rang in her ears - have you ever seen me cry?
Yes, she has never seen her mother cry,
Maybe her mother only shed tears behind her back, but never in front of her.
When my father passed away, my mother must have been extremely sad, but she didn't show it at all in front of me. She has been enduring it and restraining it these days.
Mother, Wanzhi is no longer a child. Wanzhi has the courage to face the separation of life and death. Why are you still hiding and coaxing Wanzhi like a child?
Thinking of this, Wang Wanzhi felt even more heartbroken: "Help Madam back to her room first."
The four women helped Mrs. Wang back to her room.
When he arrived at the door, he saw that the room was dark and desolate. Wang Wanzhi said: "Yan Yu, light the lamp."
Yan Yu freed up her hands: "Yes, Miss."
Xiuyun said hurriedly: "Don't light it, Madam doesn't like lighting lamps."
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