Princess Raising

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Drawing

Afterwards, Mr. Zhao seemed to get busy gradually, and people often came to the villa, either wearing military uniforms with various complicated logos on their shoulders, or wearing well-made suits, looking like an elite.

Luo Xue knew that she couldn't afford to offend these people, so she simply hid in the house.

As for Zhao Qing, he occasionally went to meet a few familiar elders, and the rest stayed in the room.

One day by chance, Mr. Zhao got a pair of characters, which are said to be ancient characters more than 1000 years ago, and asked Zhao Qing and Luo Xue to take a look and comment.

But when Luo Xue saw that word, her whole body was struck by lightning.

That word... actually, it's actually...

The familiar landscape and ink paintings, the familiar lowercase letters, even though they are much older than before, but the feeling is still clear.

Mr. Zhao's voice seemed to be far away from her, "It is said that this painting was jointly made by the prince and princess of a small country during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period. She was loved by the emperor, and the princess was extremely talented in calligraphy, and she could write superbly in one hand. The inscription on this sentence was made when she was 12 years old. It's a pity that she died before she was born. ..."

Luo Xue closed her eyes, and the previous scenes seemed to flash in her mind again.

At that time, it was the first time that Brother Huang's painting was affirmed by his father. It was when Brother Huang was in high spirits that he asked her to make such a painting together. Brother Huang came to paint and she wrote an inscription.The painting is about them back then...

"This painting is said to be the scene when the prince and princess played together. The swings and butterflies are faintly visible in the flowers. Although it does not necessarily have a profound artistic conception, it reflects the happy life in the palace. It is a rare scene in the palace. Happy... this painting adds a lot of color." Mr. Zhao explained to Zhao Qing, and then asked: "Xiaoqing, what do you think of this painting?"

"Not bad." Zhao Qing said lightly.

"It's really good. Although it's not as good as the handwriting of famous masters, it is better because it has a history and a story. It is worth collecting one or two. Xiaoxue..." Mr. Zhao suddenly remembered that Luo Xue standing behind seemed to be young, but he also had a special interest in calligraphy and painting. He taught her a lesson and wanted to ask her opinion, but found that her expression was extremely complicated.

It was a kind of sad and desolate gaze, which clearly belonged to an adult, but appeared incongruously on a child...

Mr. Zhao frowned.

Zhao Qing vaguely felt that something was wrong, but when he turned around, he found that Luo Xue seemed to be in a daze, and even showed a never-before-seen expression on his face, his heart sank.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Qing asked in a deep voice.

Luo Xue vaguely felt that Zhao Qing's voice had fallen into her ears, and she gradually came to her senses. The first time she saw Mr. Zhao with a slightly stern gaze, she felt a chill in her heart, and smiled a little palely, but it was a I can't speak a word.

"Xiaoxue?" Zhao Qing called again worriedly.

Only then did Luo Xue say weakly: "It's nothing, I just saw that painting just now and remembered when I was young..."

She didn't go on, but Zhao Qing understood.

But what Zhao Qing understood was obviously not the same as what she thought.

Zhao Qing thought that Luo Xue remembered those things from her childhood.

About Luo Xue's childhood, he could probably know a little bit. Looking at his uncle, he knew that even if she had not suffered a lot of grievances in the past, her life was definitely not going well.

So it's normal to have feelings when you see this painting.

He coughed lightly, and said seemingly indifferently, "I've already left there, what else do you want to do with those things? Aren't you tired?"

Luo Xue smiled wryly, that's right, she will never be able to go back again, and if she thinks about it again, she will only add trouble to herself.

Elder Zhao on the side said unwillingly, "I said Xiaoqing, you are so kind to comfort Xiaoxue, why haven't I seen you comfort me..."

Zhao Qing turned his head away, and said arrogantly: "I don't call it comfort, I call it criticism and education."

Mr. Zhao laughed, "Okay, criticize education, come criticize and educate me sometime..."

Luo Xue stood aside and watched the laughter of the grandparents and grandchildren, and couldn't help but also laughed.

In fact, with her dilapidated body in ancient times, she wouldn't be able to live long even if she misses the human world any more. Being able to get a new life is a gift from heaven, so why should she always be sad about such things.

But she still thought about it, and summoned up the courage to ask Mr. Zhao, although Mr. Zhao looked like an old urchin when he treated Zhao Qing, but he was definitely an unfathomable old man when he treated others. Ding Yue and Zhao Qing's face met her, but she still had to step up and be a human being.

"Grandpa Zhao... I want to ask you something." She said obediently.

Mr. Zhao's expression seemed to restore a kind smile in an instant, and he asked gently, "What's the matter?"

"This painting..." She swallowed, and unconsciously became nervous, "Where did you get this painting?"

"This painting..." Mr. Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice was slow, which instantly whetted her appetite, "That old guy Jackson gave it to me."

Who is Jackson?
She secretly memorized the name, and decided that when she grows up, she must take a closer look at who that Jackson is, and she must know where this painting came from...

Zhao Qing seemed to see something from the side, but he didn't speak directly.

It wasn't until the two left Mr. Zhao's study and returned to the room that Zhao Qing asked, "Xiaoxue, are you interested in that painting?"

She was slightly taken aback, then nodded, and smiled sweetly, "I think that painting is so beautiful."

"You want?" Zhao Qing asked again.

She hesitated for a while, then shook her head, "I just think it's very beautiful, and I don't want it. I took that kind of painting, and I can't put it well."

Zhao Qing nodded slightly and said nothing more.

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In the next few days, Mr. Zhao occasionally asked Luo Xue's opinion on some calligraphy, but he just asked casually. It seems that Mr. Zhao didn't really think that Luo Xue would understand anything, after all, he was too young.

They lived in city B for more than ten days, and then Mr. Zhao went to other places for business, so they left.

Soon, Luo Xue will start school, officially starting her journey to school.

But it was Zhang Dingyue's birthday that arrived earlier than the school start date.

Later, Zhao Qing asked someone to look at the bracelet that Jun Rui paid for, and it was true that there was nothing wrong with it, so he gave it to Zhang Dingyue with peace of mind.

On the day of Zhang Dingyue's birthday, Zhao Zhihai was at home for an unprecedented day, which made everyone feel extremely strange.

When everyone got up to eat breakfast in the morning, Zhao Zhihai was sitting at the dining table, although it was rare, but it was considered normal.

But after dinner, Zhao Zhihai was still sitting in the living room at home, and Zhang Dingyue couldn't help asking, "Aren't you going to work today?"

"I'm asking for leave." Zhao Zhihai said in a deep voice, "Do you really want me to go?"

"How can I..." Zhang Dingyue quickly apologized with a smile. Her natal family's power is far inferior to that of the Zhao family, so she can only suffer from patience to helplessness when her husband goes out to make trouble for so many years.

At first she was very angry and angry, but there was nothing she could do.Her confidence was gradually shattered by the repeated disappointments. In addition, although Zhao Zhihai was fickle, he was still principled, so she no longer had any hope for her husband, and did not try to make any restraints. Instead, she focused on on top of something else.

Looking at Zhang Dingyue's smiling face, Zhao Zhihai thought of many things in a daze.

The woman in front of her is already in her 30s, but she is still beautiful and moving, and the years have left few traces on her face.

On the other hand, the mistresses I took care of, from the age of 25 to 30, in just five years, the years seemed to have carved countless marks on their faces, and many skin care products could not cover up their aging. Seeing them greedy one by one made him feel even more disgusting.

So he turned to raising college students who had just grown up...

Those college students are young and beautiful, but after the novelty wears off, they always feel dull.

On the contrary, the wife in the family didn't feel too bored after watching it for so many years, but seemed to have seen the habit.

After so many years, his interest in raising women has faded a lot, and a few days ago, his secretary accidentally reminded him that today is Zhang Dingyue's birthday, and asked if he wanted to buy gifts...

At that time, he suddenly had an idea that it would be better to stay at home for a day.

It seems that he hasn't stayed at home properly for a long time.

But what to do while staying at home?
He was a little confused for a while.

He asked Zhang Dingyue casually, "What do you do at home on weekdays?"

"Staying at home?" Zhang Dingyue repeated strangely, "I usually don't stay at home often, I have other things to do."

　Sorry for forgetting to update yesterday, two updates today

　　
　
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