The servants in the old house were very familiar with Ruan Qi and knew that she was the future mistress of the Xi family. Therefore, Ruan Qi's arrival was not hindered by any obstacles and was as casual as returning to her own home.
Ruan Qi just didn't want to attract everyone's attention, so she quietly greeted the servants in the lobby on the first floor, and then quietly went to the third floor.
Xi Jiu's bedroom is on the third floor.
Ruan Qi opened the door to his bedroom, recalled the sketchbook he saw in this room last time, and walked straight to the bookshelf leaning against the wall.
She opened the middle drawer of the bookshelf. There were several books and a box of colored pencils for drawing in the drawer. Ruan Qi opened them. Under the books and colored pencils, there was the sketchbook she had seen before.
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Xi Jiu once said that this sketchbook was used for entertainment in his spare time, and it was filled with his works.
Ruan Qi happened to open this notebook last time in this bedroom, but before she could see the paintings inside clearly, she was interrupted by Duan Wei. She only briefly saw a little girl drawn on the first page of the sketch book.
, that seems to be her when she was a child.
At that time, Ruan Qi was still wondering why Xi Jiu knew what she looked like when she was a child. Thinking about it now, she was so stupid that she could ignore such obvious clues.
Ruan Qi took out the sketchbook from the drawer.
She looked at the yellowed cover of the book, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
Then gently open the cover with trembling fingers.
The first page that catches the eye is a line of words written with a sketch pen——
【Where are you?】
Three simple words, one stroke at a time, look particularly lonely on a huge piece of paper.
Ruan Qi's eye circles suddenly turned red.
She lightly brushed the three words with her cold fingertips, paused for a moment, and opened the second page.
——A little girl sketched with pencil appears on the paper.
Curved peach blossom eyes, cute sunflower hairband, white dress, and the unique tear mole in the corner of the eye.
No one knows this girl better than Ruan Qi.
That was her when she was nine years old!
Ruan Qi's tears instantly blurred her vision.
Because of the age, the drawing paper in the sketchbook has turned yellow, and the pencil lines used for drawing have also faded a little. But even so, the little girl in the painting is still lifelike, with movements, eyes, and smiles, all revealing aura.
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Such a vivid painting can only be painted by someone with countless strong emotions and thoughts.
Tears fell on the sketchbook one by one.
Ruan Qi turned the drawing paper backward.
It's her, it's all her, the whole book is all about her.
She wears a sunflower hairband, she holds a lollipop and calls Brother Bingshan with a smile, she sits in the small courtyard of the fishing village and tells stories to Brother Bingshan... Page after page, picture after picture,
Xi Jiu used countless thoughts to outline all the days they lived in the small fishing village.
Ruan Qi could no longer bear it, squatted down, hugged the sketchbook and cried silently.
She was immersed in endless sadness and distress, and did not hear the rapid footsteps outside the bedroom.
The footsteps are getting closer and closer, hurried and messy, and the rhythmless steps can tell how anxious the walkers are.
The next second, the bedroom door was slammed open.
"Baby!"
When Xi Jiu saw Ruan Qi squatting in front of the bookshelf, her heart felt as if someone had pinched her, and her face changed in pain.
He didn't bother to close the door tightly, flicked the door panel and walked quickly to Ruan Qi.
Seeing the little girl huddled on the ground, Xi Jiu felt very distressed. He knelt down, raised his hand, and carefully put her into his arms.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Ruan Qi couldn't stop crying.
She felt extremely sorry for Xi Jiu who had been waiting alone for ten years. When she saw him right in front of her, she couldn't help it anymore and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.
Because of this action, the sketchbook in Ruan Qi's arms fell to the ground with a clatter.
Xi Jiu looked over subconsciously. When he saw the notebook on the ground, his expression suddenly changed.
"Baby..."
"I saw the drawings in the sketchbook!" Ruan Qi interrupted him with tears, "You are Brother Bingshan, right? You once lay in a hospital bed as a vegetative state for two years to protect me from being unconscious."
Jiu, I know everything! I know everything!"
The little girl cried louder and louder, and her crying voice became hoarse.
Xi Jiu didn't have time to think about how she knew, and all she could think about was his love and worry for the little girl.
He hugged her tightly: "Baby, when did you know? Do you feel uncomfortable? Are you dizzy? Do you feel scared?"
This memory of Brother Bingshan involves Ruan Qi being arrested and taken to Xiaoyao Village. Xi Jiu was worried that her spirit would be stimulated, so she kept asking nervously.
Ruan Qi felt the man's concern for her and couldn't help crying even harder.
"Why do you only care about me and not yourself? You were drowned in the river back then. Jiujiu, does it hurt? Let me look at your head."
While Ruan Qi was crying, she touched the back of Xi Jiu's head.
In order to protect Ruan Qi, Xi Jiu pinned her down. In order to snatch Ruan Qi away, the people in Xiaoyaozhuang inhumanely hit Xi Jiu on the back of the head seven or eight times with rocks. p>
They hit it so hard, it must have left scars.
Ruan Qi touched the back of Xi Jiu's head, and then felt a long scar near his neck.
The scar extends from the top of the neck to near the right ear. Fortunately, Xi Jiu's thick hair can completely cover such a long scar.
Ruan Qi touched the scar, and tears overflowed from her red and swollen eyes.
Xi Jiu doesn’t have a scarred constitution. This scar has been around for ten years, and the scar has actually recovered to some extent.
But Ruan Qi touched the shallow mark, and what she thought of was how much pain Xi Jiu must have felt when she was hit on the head.
She asked with a trembling voice: "Jiujiu, were you in pain at that time?"
"It's okay." Xi Jiu pulled her hand off the back of his head and kissed her fingertips gently. "At that time, I was only focused on saving you and didn't feel any pain. Later, they threw me into the river and I fell into a coma.
When I woke up again, it was already two years later. I was unconscious for those two years, so I didn’t suffer much."
What Xi Jiu said is true.
He did fall into a coma soon after he was sunk into the river. When he was found and sent to the hospital, he suffered from double lung infection and severe head injuries, and he was completely unconscious.
It's just that he didn't know everything during the two years he was in a vegetative state. He could hear sounds from the outside world, and the doctor could feel it when he injected his body. Not only that, his brain could also think while he was in a vegetative state.
Yes, like the living dead.
The two years when he could think but couldn't move were actually very difficult. He was worried about Ruan Qi and Mr. Xi. He wanted to wake up hard, but his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand stones and he couldn't open them no matter what.
Xi Jiu worked hard for two full years before she opened her eyes again.