love out of time

Chapter 138

There is a line of words written on the plastic cover of the first photo, "Taken in a hundred days". In the photo, there is a chubby meat dumpling with facial features squeezed into a pile, and it is impossible to see such a beautiful appearance now.Flipping back, it was a birthday photo, wearing a pink singlet, holding a bunch of bananas in his hand, staring at the camera with a very unhappy expression.

Later on, she was caught crying like a mud monkey with her face covered in mud; or she was sitting quietly and well-behaved in a bubble skirt, like a little princess with strict tutoring, and she didn't know when she was taking pictures. How long did it take to coax her to obey others obediently; and then she was smearing on the paper with a crayon, her expression focused, and she faintly had the arrogance of being repulsive now.

In chronological order, one by one, she strung together her time so far.

The last solo photo was taken on her 15th birthday, wearing a white dress, holding on to the railing with one hand, standing on the stairs, with her chin raised slightly, proud and reserved.

Liang Jingxing's gaze was fixed on this piece, and he did not move away for a long time.After a long time, he pulled out the photo and inserted it into his coat pocket.

Turning another page, I froze for a moment.

A family portrait, in which Jiang Ci is only five years old, snuggling in the arms of a young woman.The woman's eyebrows are soft, demure and gentle - she is exactly the person in Jiang Ci's painting.

Liang Jingxing had only heard about Jiang Ci's mother.At that time, Jiang Mingyuan's business had started for a few years, and life was just passing by, but Mrs. Jiang suffered from cancer and passed away.

He had never heard Jiang Ci take the initiative to mention her mother. He used to think that Jiang Ci was too young and inexperienced when Mrs. Jiang left, so he didn't have deep feelings.But if the feelings are not deep, how can the pen be so full and delicate, showing every detail. "Cicada Wing" is frivolous and only lasts for one summer, just like her childhood that ended hastily before it was extended.

Liang Jingxing couldn't bear to look any more, took a deep breath, closed the photo album, sat with his head bowed for a while, and called Tan Xia.

Jiang Ci's 20th birthday passed without telling anyone, and then the preparations for the new year began.

During this period of time, she listened to Qin Zhen's advice and stopped fighting with the painting.Winter in Dali seems to come very slowly, so she wandered around the Erhai Lake when she had nothing to do, and just sat for an afternoon.In this way, sometimes inspiration can emerge, and a few quite good works have been completed.

After the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, the inn was closed, and Auntie Cleaning also returned home early. Jiang Ci and Qin Zhen were the only two in the huge inn.

Qin Zhen was not idle at all, bought several pots of kumquats to decorate the hall, and pasted Spring Festival couplets up and down to hang colored lanterns.Jiang Ci asked him why he bothered, there was no one else anyway.

"The New Year is for yourself, it's none of other people's business - don't just watch, go and draw two festive paintings and hang them up."

Jiang Ci naturally didn't bother to talk to him.

On New Year's Eve, Jiang Ci yelled around and found no one. When he went to the kitchen, he found that he had bought flour and was rolling out dumpling wrappers.

(End of this chapter)