Uncle President, don't spoil me

Chapter 277 A Different Third Uncle

The next day, Luo Qing didn't wake up until noon, and Zixuan left a note by the bed, saying that he had to go to the company to deal with some matters first, so that she could sleep more.

After a simple lunch, Luo Qing wandered around casually and walked around to the small garden behind the castle. This garden was completely different from the magnificent and luxurious garden in front of the castle. The garden is divided into two halves, and a small bridge carved out of white jade spans the lake, which looks quite impressive.

From a distance, seeing someone on the other side of the lake, Luo Qing walked slowly towards the bridge, until she got off the bridge and realized clearly that the person sitting with her back to the lake was Zixuan's third uncle, Qiu Hongwen.

This time, Qiu Hongwen looked very sober, not as drunk as last time, with a prickly look all over his body. His back looked very lonely and calm, so calm that people could not feel the breath of existence. He sat on the white He was sitting on a chair with a drawing board in front of him, and he was drawing something on the drawing board with a paintbrush in his hand.

As if hearing the voice behind him, Qiu Hongwen turned his head, saw Luo Qing, and nodded slightly to her, with an artist's unique alienation, tranquility, and soft facial features that could even blend into the world.

"I'm sorry, third uncle, did I disturb you?" Luo Qing was a little embarrassed, she knew that some artists hate being disturbed by others, so he should be painting, right?

"It's okay, come here and sit here. I heard that you are pregnant, don't stand all the time." Qiu Hongwen's warm and watery voice came out of Qiu Hongwen's mouth, with a kind of unique tranquility, which made him look a little detached This world.

Such an elegant Qiu Hongwen is not the same as the third uncle in her memory. The Qiu Hongwen she has seen has spikes all over his body like a hedgehog. Gleaming with anger, hatred, and self-loathing, maybe he has been regretting, regretting his cowardice, regretting that he is not brave enough to let his beloved woman end up like this.

"What's the matter?" Qiu Hongwen smiled lightly, with a question in his peaceful smile.

Luo Qing shook her head, walked to the chair beside Qiu Hongwen and sat down, her gaze fell on the painting in front of him, and she couldn't help gasping.

It was a woman, a woman who could instantly take the breath away with just one look, she was so beautiful, only such sharp words could describe her.Her eyebrows and eyes are like black ink, the corners of her lips are lightly raised, and her facial features are incredibly delicate. It seems that people can't take their eyes off her whole face.

Except for Yanxi, this is probably the most beautiful person Luo Qing has ever seen. She can imagine that such a woman must be a resolute and paranoid person, but all beautiful people will have some bad tempers, but she looks very kind, She was not as indifferent as an ordinary beauty. She didn't know if she would only show this side when facing Qiu Hongwen, but she could imagine that it must be very lucky to be cared for and fell in love with such a woman thing.

"She's beautiful." Luo Qing admired, she didn't know whether she was admiring the beauty of that woman, or Qiu Hongwen's excellent painting skills.

"She is indeed beautiful." Qiu Hongwen's tone carried a sigh and regret.

Missing out with her will probably become the biggest regret in his life.

"Are you very much in love?" Luo Qing almost blurted out the words, obviously they were not familiar enough to share each other's love, but when she saw Qiu Hongwen's lonely face, she actually felt comforted.

Seeming to be a little dazed, Qiu Hongwen didn't answer.

Maybe even he himself doesn't know whether they were in love, if they were in love, why they still separated in the end, why they didn't choose to trust, if they didn't love, then so many years of self-punishment are nothing.

In fact, sometimes, people are very complicated, and they clearly know some things but have no position to say them.Often impulsive without going through the brain, just like Luo Qing.

"I think you must be in love with each other very much, otherwise it wouldn't have been so long, and the third uncle still remembered her appearance so clearly." A trace of warmth flashed across Luo Qing's eyes, thinking of the picture album in the attic, Zixuan told her that every time When he misses her, he will go to the attic alone to look through those picture albums, leaving one picture at a time, and calculating how many pictures he needs to draw to find her.

"So what if we are in love? Many times, we have too much helplessness. Love is not just about liking." Qiu Hongwen smiled wryly, and a fragility flashed in his eyes. Over the years, he has hidden his fragility deep in his heart, and faced it with loneliness and resentment. For all those who tried to care about him, over time, no one mentioned Ai Li, the woman he loved deeply to the bone.

"If you have tried your best, then even if you lost it, you don't need to feel regretful." Luo Qing looked at the woman on the drawing board, tilted her head and said, "If she really has such eyes, then I think, She has no regrets, because she has received your love and had your heart. For a woman, this is the most important thing."

Luo Qing didn't know if such words were comforting, but now she was so happy that even God would be jealous, she even felt that she would have no regrets even if she died in the next moment, because in this life she had the most precious thing, Zixuan's love.

"She blames me, she blames me for not persevering, and also for not being brave." The wry smile on Qiu Hongwen's lips did not disappear, and deep sadness radiated from his whole body, missing his lover.

"If she is still here now, she will definitely feel distressed when she sees you hurting for her and suffering for her all your life." Luo Qing doesn't know why she said such words. It is probably a happy person who sees those who are not happy. Happy people can't help persuading them, because the world in their eyes is warm and beautiful, and they hope that everyone can feel happy.

"Will it?" Qiu Hongwen tilted his head, helplessness flashed in his eyes, and then shook his head. She hated him, he made her face the miscarriage and death alone, and she didn't even see him until she died.

He still remembered that when he found her, she was already dead, her hand was tightly clutching the ring he gave her, her eyes were wide open, as if she still had a lot to say, and beside her was a letter written by her in her own blood. The next word "hate", that word, made him lose all his strength.

Sometimes, hate is more painful than love.

"If you have loved her sincerely, she will feel it. Since you have loved her sincerely, why don't you feel distressed?" Luo Qing compared her heart to her heart. No matter what Zixuan did or what consequences it caused, to her, As long as Zixuan's heart remains the same, she can ignore all unhappiness.

Qiu Hongwen stared blankly at the drawing board in front of him, and murmured the words "true love". Ellie on the drawing board seemed to come to life, with love shining in her eyes, that was his familiar lover, who would coquettishly say a lot of sweet words The woman who owns it is as if she owns the whole world.

Seeing Qiu Hongwen's ecstasy, Luo Qing gently left his side, and left the back garden with a smile, maybe he needs someone to think about it, quietly.