He stretched out his unharmed hand, held Wu Xiaoxiao's arm, and pulled Wu Xiaoxiao from the ground.

Wu Xiaoxiao looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Are you relieved?"

She didn't believe it: "Senior brother, you like painting so much..."

Senior Brother Wen likes painting so much and loves painting as if he is life. He can never draw good paintings again. How could he be relieved?

If it were her, she would definitely suffer for the rest of her life.

"Yes, I like painting very much," Wen Qiuci said gently: "But I can still draw in the future, right?"

Wu Xiaoxiao was stunned, "But..."

But, my senior brother can no longer draw a good painting!

Wen Qiuci understood what she meant, "If you can't draw a good painting, you won't sell it. Keep it yourself. What I like is the feeling when painting... Moreover, I believe that the painting skills are important, and the emotions you pour into are even more important. As long as I express the emotions I want to express in my heart in the painting."

He saw something that he loved, so he wanted to record it with a brush.

This has been like this since childhood.

Although he can't draw well in the future, his hands can still hold the brush and record his mood.

That way, that's fine.

Wu Xiaoxiao looked at him skeptically: "Really?"

She suspected that her senior brother was comforting her.

Wen Qiuci nodded seriously: "Really."

Lost in the east corner, harvest in the east.

He lost his identity as a genius painter, but gained his brother who made him have something to rely on. He should be content.

Of course, if he had to choose these two things, he would probably choose the identity of a genius painter.

But isn't there no choice?

If you choose the identity of a genius painter, just like when you first chose to leave the Gu family, you may still suspect that you chose the wrong one after he gets old.

Now, God has helped him make a choice, and he doesn't have to regret it anymore.

That way, it's good.

Looking at his calm face and eyes, Wu Xiaoxiao finally believed that what he was saying was the truth.

But she was even more sad.

"Why does such a good person encounter such a cruel thing? It's all my fault, it's all that I have implicated my senior brother..." She cried so hard that she couldn't breathe.

Seeing that she was crying almost convulsing, Wen Qiuci gently held her hand, "You said, the reason why Wu Qingshuang hurts me is because you like me, right?"

Wu Xiaoxiao nodded crying, "I'm sorry, senior brother, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you..."

"Do you still like me now?" Wen Qiuci asked seriously as he looked at her.

"What?" Wu Xiaoxiao was stunned.

Wen Qiuci said: "My right hand is disabled. I am no longer a genius painter. Do you still like me?"

Wu Xiaoxiao came back to her senses and nodded wildly, "I like it! Of course I like it! I like whether the senior brother is a genius painter or not. I just like to see how the senior brother looks when he draws, so serious and so beautiful..."

When she fell in love with Wen Qiuci, Wen Qiuci had not yet become famous and was not a genius painter in the eyes of the world.

What she likes is Wen Qiuci, not the name of a genius painter.

"That's good," Wen Qiuci held her hand and asked softly: "Will you marry me?"

"What?" Wu Xiaoxiao was shocked.

Wen Qiuci curled his lips and smiled, "I don't know why, but I suddenly wanted to get married. Xiaoxiao, I like you too. Are you willing to marry me?"

Wu Xiaoxiao looked at him in a daze, and she was completely stunned.
Chapter completed!