Cheng Wan'er happened to get the news when he received Mian Mian's letter.
She told Mianmian about this with an uneasy heart.
Mianmian was quite surprised, "I didn't expect your father to marry you to that Master You."
Cheng Wan'er lowered his head, twisting the handkerchief in his hand, and said, "I didn't expect it either."
Mianmian took her hand and asked: "Sister Wan'er, do you want to get married? If you don't want to get married, don't get married."
Cheng Wan'er looked up at her, "Mianmian, even if I don't marry Mr. You now, there will be Mr. Li and Mr. Zhang in the future. No matter who they are, they will be the same to me."
It's not the person in her heart. ?.?????.???
Mianmian looked around, rolled her eyes, and immediately thought of a good idea.
"Sister Wan'er is right, you can marry anyone anyway, at least Mr. You is as talented as you." Mianmian followed her words.
It was a hint that she should accept the marriage.
Cheng Wan'er originally wanted to say something, but after a long silence, he said helplessly: "That's right, at least he is a talented person."
Mianmian changed the subject and said: "Sister Wan'er, I want a picture of a thousand birds. Can you draw one for me?"
Cheng Wan'er came back from her thoughts and responded: "Of course, please help me get out the paper and ink, Princess."
"I've been ready for a long time. Look, there it is." Mianmian said and pointed towards the yard.
The yard is full of orchids, and there is a small pavilion next to the orchids. On the table in the pavilion are the pens, inks, paper and inkstones she uses for painting.
Cheng Wan'er asked doubtfully: "You want to paint in the pavilion?"
Mianmian took her hand and came to the pavilion, "It's cool in the yard today, which is perfect for painting."
Cheng Wan'er also felt that the air outside was pleasant and refreshing.
The two of them came to the pavilion, one stood painting and the other sat watching her painting.
The two of them gradually fell into a trance while discussing the things in the painting, and neither of them noticed a person walking at the door of the courtyard.
Yi'er listened to what Mianmian and Du Wanchun said yesterday and came to see who Mr. Chengjun was.
When he raised his eyes, he saw Cheng Wan'er and saw that she was holding the pen skillfully and her writing was flowing like water.
He was suddenly shocked, it turned out that she was Mr. Chengjun.
I didn't expect that the person who could draw such a painting would be a woman.
Yi'er slowly took two steps forward, and her appearance could not help but appear in his mind.
In the past few years, he seemed to have seen her countless times, but she seemed to have never spoken to him.
He remembered dropping his book and being picked up by her, his eyes accidentally falling on her face.
I remember that face so clearly that I can see it in my dreams.
One time when I was having a cold, I actually dreamed that she came to give me medicine.
The feeling when the fingers touched was so real that it made him confused for several months, and it is still unforgettable to this day.
It's a pity that it's just a dream in daily life.
He didn't know this was actually happening.
When he silently pays attention to someone, that person is also silently paying attention to her.
It’s just that neither of them knew it.
Yi'er's mood changed, and her eyes when looking at the people in the pavilion also changed drastically, with some tenderness showing in her usually cold eyes.
Even Du Wanchun, who is his own mother, has never seen this tenderness.
Mianmian turned her head slightly and glanced at Yi'er, feeling uneasy as she didn't know if her elder brother was enlightened.
When she was about to look back, she found that her elder brother had left the yard.
She let out a long sigh and finally understood what it meant to be helpless.
Just as Yi'er stepped forward, Cheng Wan'er's painting happened to be finished.
After she finished the painting, she told Mianmian the decision she had just made after thinking about it, "Mianmian, I have decided to marry Mr. You."
Mianmian did not refute, and nodded: "That's fine, Master You is indeed a good candidate."
When Cheng Wan'er was painting just now, he thought that it was impossible to marry His Highness the Crown Prince, so it would be better to marry someone with similar interests. Fortunately, Mr. You also likes painting, which is worse than marrying someone who knows nothing.
After she came back from the palace, she told her parents about the matter.
Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng were very happy.
The two began to prepare for the marriage of the Cheng family and the You family.
Not long after Cheng Wan'er returned to the room, he was disturbed by his fourth sister.
She quickly stood up and opened the door.
The two sisters didn't have a close relationship in the past, but things have gotten much better over the years.
The two slept on the same couch and talked to each other all night.
A month later, news of the Cheng family's and You's family's marriage spread throughout the capital.
