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Chapter 359: Thoughts into the painting

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Ruiniang felt soft and her face flushed. She hurriedly said softly: Uncle, you are drunk, let go.

But when Qin Ying heard the word "release", he clasped his hands tighter and tighter.Don't... His voice was filled with a little childishness. I won't let go... I will relax, you will leave...

Rui Niang had no choice but to try hard to take back her hand, but how strong is the man?She even broke Qin Ying's fingers, but she still couldn't break them.

After a while, she blushed and panted slightly, and did not dare to see the expression on the face of Old Man Li standing beside her. Aunt Li had already brought the sobering soup over. She slowly fed it to Qin Yan. He was quieter, but he still refused to let go of her hand.

Aunt Li said: Grandma, it’s too late. If Uncle Qin rests here...

How can she, a widow, let adult men stay overnight?Before, Qin Yu lived in Chi's house, and Qin Yu was there. He came with his son, so no one would gossip.

Rui Niang thought for a while and said, "I'm going to send someone back."Moreover, Qin Ying was so drunk that the Chi family had no servants who could serve him, so it would be better to go back to the Qin family.

Therefore, he helped Qin Yan back into the car, but he kept holding Rui Niang's hand, so Rui Niang had to get on the car with him. She was anxious about what to do with the Qin family and was seeing that the two of them were so close. How could she meet people in the future?

When he arrived at a corner gate in Qin Mansion, he saw Guan Yan standing outside the door, anxiously wandering around. Rui Niang ordered Old Man Li to stop the car, lifted the curtain and greeted him. Guan Yan's eyes lit up and hurried forward:

Good sister, I'm going to find my sister, but did I see our uncle?

It turned out that after Qin Ying left in the rain, Guan Yan hurriedly chased him because he was afraid that something would happen to him, but he lost it halfway through.

He was searching around like a headless flies in Liangjing City, but where could he find it?

Because he was afraid that Qin's mother would blame him, he did not dare to go home to report, so he had to wander outside the door, waiting to see if Qin was back.

At this time, when Rui Niang heard that Old Man Li met Qin Ying on the road, Guan Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said:

Thank you sister, I'll ask someone to help the uncle in.

As he said that, he called a few servants who were with Qin Ying. Everyone helped him down with all their strength. His hands were always holding Rui Niang's slender palm, and he didn't let go of any pulling.

Seeing that he was drunk and drowsy, everyone could not do so, Guan Yan had to smile and said:

Good sister, I have to work for my sister. After the uncle is settled, I will take her home.Because I was afraid that Rui Niang would be embarrassed, I said something and everyone was resting. Let's go in quietly, and no one would gossip.

Rui Niang nodded just now, and everyone supported Qin Ying, and one of them was on the sheep horn lamp in front of him. She returned to the room with one foot deep and one foot shallow. She tried hard to remove Qin Ying's wet robe, and she was sweating all over.

Rui Niang was vaguely remembered that when she was still a wet nurse in this mansion, she often did things to help him change clothes. At this time, she looked around and was very familiar with each table and chair in the house. It was obvious that she had only been away for half a year, and she felt like she was a different life.

She was stunned for a moment. Qin Yan had been placed on the bed. Perhaps he was drunk. His hands finally loosened, and he was still whispering: Rui'er, no... Rui'er...

She felt embarrassed and soft, and she was a little confused.Looking at Qin Ying's current situation, it seems that something important happened, but he was so drunk that he couldn't ask.

Rui Niang calmed down and was about to say goodbye and leave when she suddenly caught a glance of a half-roll painting on the table. Her feet seemed to have their own consciousness and couldn't help but walk towards the painting.

I saw a woman with black hair and pretty face in her eyes. She stood under a pomegranate tree, raised her hand to pick the pomegranate flowers on the branch, and her smile on her lips was shallow, which was very moving.

This jujube tree is very familiar because it is the one plant planted in the Chi family's yard.

She still remembered that day when Lin Ye and Qin came back from school, and the two children were clamoring to pick flowers, so she stood under the tree and helped them pick one.

It turned out that he saw this scene... he still remembered it in his heart, and wrote it in person, engraved her smiling face on this scroll forever.

Rui Niang is very familiar with the strokes of this painting. You can see at a glance that Nai Qin Ying's ink is still fresh. Obviously, not long after the painting was finished, there were dozens of scrolls of paintings standing in the large blue and white porcelain jar next to it. Rui Niang's heart moved and couldn't help but reach out to pick up one of the volumes and slowly unfold them.

On a sunny day in the spring, she hops on butterflies in the garden.

On a midsummer rainy day, she leans on the railings and listens quietly to the sound of the rain.

In late autumn, the eyes were full of bleakness, but the smile she looked at her two children writing was so warm.

Suddenly it was when it was snowing heavily. She sat under the window and did needlework carefully. Although the wind and snow outside the house were stormy, there was only peace inside.

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one with her children.The earliest scene in the painting can be traced back to the time when she first entered the Qin Mansion.

At that time, she was in love with Qin Ying by chance, and was deeply hating his bullying, but she didn't know that he had been paying attention to her quietly and even drew her every frown and smile into the painting.