Chapter two hundred and ninety third is in your interest
"What is it?" Song Zilian quickly asked.
"I just listen to my wife."
When Song Zilian heard what Ji Xinyao said, his heart suddenly felt as sweet as eating a candied date.
If she could say this, wouldn't it be taking their relationship a step further?
"I am obedient and will not stay up late."
The two talked on the phone for a long time until the sun set and Andreessen woke up.
The chef at home cooked Nanyang-style dishes, and the two of them sat down across from each other and had dinner.
During the meal, Andrewson suddenly said, "I heard that you went to my studio. Did you see anything?"
Ji Xinyao quickly shook her head, "I didn't see anything. I was stopped as soon as I entered. I didn't mean to pry, I just felt like there was something attracting me inside."
Since that was Andrewson's studio, she meant that his words were attracting him, so she wouldn't offend him.
Andrewson smiled and said, "I'll take you to see it after dinner later."
Ji Xinyao was a little surprised.
He seemed to be in a good mood and had no intention of driving her away.
"Okay, which school of painting are you from? Is it drawing, oil painting, watercolor or something like that?"
Ji Xinyao looked at the easels, which seemed to be Westernized. She didn't know much about them, she only knew about oriental painting schools. She had some understanding of oriental painting schools such as Chinese painting, gongbi painting, thangka, and ukiyo-e.
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"I studied oil painting in a more traditional way. I learned painting from a famous Italian painter when I was about six or seven years old. However, my talent was limited and I did not finish this path in the end. But it should not be used as a livelihood.
As a pure hobby, I am quite happy living with these paintings."
"Sometimes people should separate their hobbies and work, so as not to turn what they like into something they don't like. Once hobbies turn into work, they will often become bored, disgusted, and even feel oppressed." Ji Xinyao
Follow his words.
Andrewson touched his chin with his hand, looking thoughtful.
"What you said is quite interesting."
"You should say that what I said is right, not that it means something." Ji Xinyao said confidently.
Andrewson smiled and narrowed his eyes, "You are young and have a lot of ideas."
"Of course, my dad is a professor and the deputy dean of the School of Liberal Arts at Xijing University. As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dog daughter, so naturally I am a bit literate."
Seeing her expression so happy and lively, Andrewson felt a little warm in his heart.
"You said it's best not to mix hobbies and work, otherwise things you like will turn into things you don't like. I think that's right. What about love and marriage? Isn't it also best not to mix things together, otherwise things will turn into things you don't like?
The person you like also turns out to be someone you don’t like?”
Andrewson couldn't help but start to wonder if he and Ji Chanjuan were together, whether he could give birth to a daughter as cute as Ji Xinyao.
It seems that he was not born to be a father. His biological children were left alone. If we use current terms, his family is 100% widowed.
In fact, the relationship between him and his wife was not that bad at first. He also wanted to be a good husband and treat his wife well, but he couldn't do it. He even forced his wife to have a child through in vitro fertilization. The child was born.
That day, he retched in waves, as if he was vomiting out his whole body.
It's a son.
The family also said that they wanted to come up with a good name, so they had another daughter.
Of course, the family never knew how the child came about. They only thought that the couple went on a vacation and had a child.
Andrewson is very grateful for his wife's dedication, but he has no love, neither for his wife nor for his children. He always feels it is a miracle that such a marriage can last so long.
So if he is really with Ji Chanjuan, is it possible that he will become such an irresponsible man? They will definitely not stop quarreling over very, very small things, because they like it, so in their eyes
That's why she can't tolerate any sand. Just like the flowers he gave to Ji Chanjuan before, if she didn't think the color was good enough, she would blame him.
His wife never blamed him, but he never sent flowers either.
"These two relationships are different. Work can at least be a matter of one person, but marriage must at least be a matter of two people. If there is no love, the two people will be like strangers.
, it is meaningless for such a marriage to exist. Otherwise, it will become a pair of resentful couples, only hating each other and torturing each other."
"Which one do you think is better?"
"It's all bad. You shouldn't get into marriage without love." Ji Xinyao said firmly.
"But if you don't get married, you will face a lot of pressure? Will you lose everything? Or even more extreme, will your relatives die because of it?"
Ji Xinyao frowned, as if she didn't understand, "Why will my relatives die if I don't get married? Is it like the one in the drama? Rape a common girl to be the wife of a stronghold, and kill them if they don't want to.
Her whole family?"
Andrewson felt that Ji Xinyao's example was a bit embarrassing, but Chinese and Western cultures were different. He thought that perhaps in Ji Xinyao's understanding, this description was appropriate and more dangerous than his actual situation.
"For example, if you encounter this situation? What do you think you should do?"
"Wouldn't it be better to kill the bandits?"
"Um?"
"Why don't we resist as a family? If my family kneels down and gives me to the bandits as a village wife in order to survive, then such a family is not worth saving at all, because they don't care about me at all and just want to betray me.
I will survive. If they care about me, they will definitely resist the bandits and try to rescue me. Then we must unite and bravely rush out. If we can't rush out, the worst we can do is die together. In short, I don't agree with sacrificing ourselves.
I’m using my body to save my family.”
Andrewson smiled and said, "Young people really don't lack courage."
"Did you lack it when you were young?" Ji Xinyao asked back.
Andrewson thought for a while and shook his head, "I'm lacking. I haven't done a lot of things I want to do. Now at this age, I can't accomplish anything."
It’s hard to imagine that someone who owns so much property would describe himself as having accomplished nothing.
Ji Xinyao pursed her lips, "Then do you regret it?"
Andrewson shook his head again, "I don't regret it. In fact, at my age, I can look past many things."
"No, you didn't look away." Ji Xinyao supported her head with her hands, "The reason why you don't regret it is not because you looked away, but because the things you did without courage brought you tangible benefits.
If you hadn't done this at the beginning, I'm afraid you wouldn't be as prosperous and wealthy as you are today, so you don't regret it at all. Am I right?"