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 food to Madam. Madam didn't like to light a lamp 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.
He was painting again with his back to the door.
The setting sun shone into the house, shining golden light on her body.
The weather is sultry and hot, and the lady is only wearing a thin gauze, which is light on the skin. She has a pretty and charming figure, with a beautiful and round curve under her slender waist.
Like a faint fairy peach.
The breeze at dusk gently rippled the clothes, like ripples on the lake, shining 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 can bear to be killed?
Seeing that his wife was engrossed in painting, with her arms like a chivalrous girl dancing 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 did not respond, but held the brush in her hand and drew ink.
As time goes by, night falls quietly, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, and there is only a faint light that sneaks in indoors.
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 paint this ugly man in various ways.
But I dare not draw eyes.
People are so strange,
Obviously my heart is very longing for it,
But he will torture himself for some dignity and meaning.
But if you lose these things,
Why are people called people?
Each person, or with others, has such dignity, meaning... and other illusory things that make up a life.
The clear brilliance of the moonlight is reflected on the paper, and is reflected on the ugly figure in the painting. This face is ghostly and dim, as if it is 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, while Sima Yunxue rests the pen.
The figure in the painting has a vulgar figure and an ugly face, with only his eyes showing 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 her unique and rebellious attitude.
The two women at the door were dumbfounded. The lady was overly sad and depressed for too long. Has she gone crazy?
Sima Yunxue floated to the yard with her slender feet like a fairy, 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 leap on tiptoe,
Strong and powerful.
…
every action,
Every expression is interpreting a 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 their lady paralyzed on 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 she didn't like these two words. She lowered her eyes, and in her confusion she seemed to hear someone calling her - Xiaoyun.
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 is 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 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, my daughter doesn’t want you to worry. My daughter wants you to know that she has grown up and can be independent. She also doesn’t want to see you worrying about my illness.
Now my daughter's terminal illness has been cured and she has found a husband. She is very fond of him 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 reach heaven as soon as possible...
At this moment, Yan Yu and Xiuyun hurried to the door of Xiaotang: "Miss, Madam has fainted."
Wang Wanzhi was shocked when he heard this. He 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.
I fainted 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.
When Wang Wanzhi heard this, she was secretly shocked. 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, lowered her head and looked carefully, and saw a sad look on her mother's breathtaking face.
There were tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, looking so pitiful.
Wang Wanzhi's heart trembled as 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.
As soon as 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."
