si-mexico Chapter 82 Painting
Chapter 82 Painting
Jiang Po used some unknown methods to find out the financial statements of Lu's Company in recent years. The more he looked at them, the worse his expression became. In the end, even Assistant Li could not bear to look at them.
He organized the information he found by year and month, noted all the transaction details and changes in shareholding, and sent them all to his boss.
He squinted at the complex relationship chains on the computer screen and suddenly wanted to laugh. It seemed that the Li family really was a bunch of unlucky people.
……
Shen Xi woke up in the middle of the night feeling hot and heavy all over. It was as if she was trapped in a nightmare, dreaming that she was being chased by a bear. She was scrambling and rolling as she ran, but the bear unexpectedly gnawed at her neck. It was sticky and strangely hot. She turned over in annoyance, but the bear reluctantly chased after her.
This is damn familiar, it feels strangely familiar.
"Snapped"
A crisp slap rang out.
Shen Xi subconsciously slapped its face. She wondered in a daze why the feel of this hand in her dream felt so real.
"Humph."
In the pitch-black night, the man lowered his head and groaned softly. He pressed his tongue against his cheek, and after a moment, he came to his senses and pinched her cheek.
"Sister, you're pretty tough."
The next morning, Shen Xi opened her eyes and woke up to find her brown pupils reflecting the shape of the ceiling, which was pitch black.
Did she get up early today?
Why is it still so dark outside?
The next second, the man stepped out of the hospital bathroom in his newly bought yellow duck slippers. His black hair was wet, a white towel was tied around his waist, and his honey-colored body, still dripping with water, stood naked and frankly facing Shen Xi, who was stunned.
"Are you a pervert? Why are you taking a shower so early in the morning?"
Shen Xi covered her eyes with her hands and complained. She had just realized that it wasn't that it was still early, but that this sly fox in front of her had drawn the curtain.
Jiang Ci dried his wet hair with a towel, his tone tinged with innocence.
"Of course you need to take a shower after a hot morning run."
Shen Xi really admired his perseverance. He ran every morning without fail, and she wondered where he had found to run after coming to the hospital.
"Okay, okay, you're the best, you're the most amazing. Hurry up and put your clothes on, can I be discharged today?"
He could have been discharged yesterday, but Jiang Ci kept delaying, insisting on a full-body check-up before letting him go, which dragged on until today.
Jiang Ci slowly and deliberately put on his clothes, every movement exuding the elegance of a noble young master, his eyes carrying a gentle smile.
"You can go now, all the formalities have been completed."
If we don't leave now, even a rabbit will bite when cornered.
What's more, it's an adorable rabbit.
He couldn't bear to part with it.
Shen Xi breathed a sigh of relief. She could finally leave and didn't have to stay in the hospital any longer. She still had a lot of things to take care of.
Where is Xiaoman?
Shen Xi looked for a long time but didn't see the child.
"He's having breakfast next door."
Like Jiang Ci, Jiang Du has a fixed biological clock. He wakes up at a certain time, goes for a morning run, and eats breakfast at fixed times. Both father and son have the same obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Comrade Xiaoman is very considerate. Afraid of disturbing her mother, she voluntarily went to eat next door.
Shen Xi nodded, her heart warmed by her mother's thoughtfulness. Her son, Xiaoman, was truly considerate.
The three of them soon returned to Yujing Villa.
As soon as Shen Xi got home, she quickly went upstairs to the third floor that Jiang Ci had mentioned.
Shen Xi had never been to the third floor before, because almost no one in the villa would go upstairs, and she thought the third floor was an abandoned place.
Jiang Ci walked out from behind Shen Xi and opened the door with a key.
The moment the door opened,
Shen Xi looked surprised. Everything in the room was brand new, like a newly renovated small home.
"This...?" Shen Xi hesitated to ask.
She didn't know what to ask for a moment.
Jiang Ci's expression remained unchanged. He stepped inside first, looking at the furnishings and decorations with dark, deep eyes. This place held that sealed memory.
The entire wall of the third floor was knocked down and transformed into a small house.
A house full of life.
There are even traces of human life inside; in the living room, there is a glass of water that has not been finished, and next to it is an unfinished painting.
The coloring seems to be missing that one stroke.
It seems like it will be finished with just one more stroke of color.
Shen Xi pursed her lips and followed Jiang Ci into the studio. The studio was filled with neatly arranged picture frames, all of which were covered with a thick white cloth. The only painting that was on display was a picture of an enthusiastic young man shooting a basketball on the court, the painting frozen in that moment.
The painting had a style she was familiar with.
That's her art style.
Jiang Ci stood at the entrance of the art studio, his dark eyes fixed on her, his gaze filled with emotions she couldn't decipher.
Seeing him standing motionless against the doorway of the art studio, Shen Xi hesitated and stopped.
Aren't you going in to take a look?
Jiang Ci explained gently, "You never wanted me to see those paintings before. Since you have your own secrets, I naturally respect your choice. The only painting that wasn't covered up was a gift from you. I selfishly put them together."
I hope you can love him as much as you love any other painting.
Shen Xi stopped in her tracks. She looked down at her palm and could roughly guess what she had drawn.
Without hesitation, she walked inside and yanked open the white cloth closest to her.
The picture above is of one of her younger sisters from the orphanage.
Whether she was defying herself or not, she held her breath and pulled back all the white sheets, all of them…
Inside are all the members of the orphanage.
Shen Xi walked up to a kind old woman with a dazed expression. She gently reached out and touched the old woman's eyebrows and eyes in the painting, as well as the wrinkles on her face when she smiled.
Her mother-in-law definitely looks better when she's smiling.
Soon, Shen Xi noticed that the seal he drew seemed a little different. It wasn't a person's name, but a flower, a blue flower in full bloom.
The scientific name of this flower is Forget-me-not.
Jiang Ci stood at the door, his dark eyes scanning the canvas that Shen Xi had unveiled. He had never seen the children and the old man in the painting before.
He was even certain that Shen Xi had not had much contact with these people.
Before she started painting these pictures, Jiang Ci followed her almost every step of the way, becoming her inseparable shadow. When she was in school, she was rather aloof and didn't know many people, but he knew all of them.
The man's deep eyes stared at the woman in front of him, who was engrossed in looking at the painting. His expression was unreadable. When did Xixi meet these people?
Or perhaps Xixi has always known these people, but he just doesn't know it?
Shen Xi looked at the forget-me-not seal. The seal was visibly crudely made, but every painting she made was engraved with this childish seal.
At that moment, she finally understood.
It was because she couldn't forget, and didn't want to forget, her family at that time.