The carriage with golden bells crossed a river and arrived outside a small but beautiful manor.
On both sides of the river, wild daisies are in full bloom, bathed in the early summer light, like a golden blanket woven by God. The river is blue, with white swans swimming leisurely, and the grass on the bank is also growing in full bloom.
Warmth interweaves, forming a beautiful oil painting.
Compared with the Brant White House, which is full of cold colors and authority, this place is like a paradise.
When Anderson's housekeeper learned that Bai Wu was coming, he sent someone to wait at the gate of the manor early.
When Bai Wu walked through the gate carrying the flower basket she carefully made, she immediately saw Anderson in the courtyard.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, with a small red velvet blanket covering his legs. The black shirt on his body made him look elegant and calm. The ruffled cuffs were slightly rolled up, and the exposed wrists had clear bones.
The context is clear.
And those slender hands were holding a paintbrush and carefully tracing an oil painting.
Bai Wu saw it.
What he painted was the river outside the manor, with clear water and blue sky, wild flowers and swans, and a touch of white skirt hidden in the green grass.
Hearing the noise, Anderson slowly turned his head, and the sunlight passed through the monocle on his face, leaving a trace of color on his narrow eyes.
He had the same gentle smile on his face as always, and his originally pale and haggard face became slightly brighter because of this smile.
"Miriel, you are here."
Bai Wu lowered her head, and the flower basket in her arms fell into her palms, and then she smiled appropriately.
"Yes, Your Highness Anderson, I'm here to visit you." She walked up and handed the flower basket to Anderson, "I made this specially for you as a thank you for escorting me home last time. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid
I can’t stand here alive and kicking now.”
Anderson smiled and adjusted the glasses on his eye sockets.
"Miss Myriel, there is no need to feel guilty. This matter has nothing to do with you. I think it was me who was not careful."
As he spoke, he coughed slightly, then put down his brush and palette, and took the flower basket from Bai Wu's hand very solemnly.
"Irises, white roses, and narcissus are all my favorite flowers. Miss Miriam is interested."
It could be seen that he was sincere, because when he stared at the flowers, the light in the man's eyes became brighter.
After admiring it, Anderson handed the flower basket to the butler on the side: "Put this on my bedside, and let someone bring some tea and snacks."
Bai Wu quickly waved her hand: "No need, Your Highness Anderson, I will leave in a moment, you don't have to go to such trouble."
Hearing this, a look of obvious disappointment appeared on Anderson's face. He sighed softly and picked up the brush again.
"I thought Miss Myriel could come and chat with me. My leg has been injured for a week and I can't go anywhere. It's a pity that such a beautiful scenery can only be painted, not appreciated."
"But shouldn't there be many people coming to visit you, Your Highness? Why is Your Highness so melancholy?" Bai Wu asked.
Anderson's pen tip paused, and a trace of ridicule flashed across the corner of his mouth.
"Those people don't really care about me, so why should I care about them?"
"However." He then looked at her again, "If something really happens to Miss Myriel, then don't delay. I don't want to be a sinner."
His half-intended words made his situation even more embarrassing and lonely. How could Bai Wu really leave? What's more, there was a sick little puppy at home who was on the verge of becoming violent and clingy. At this time, she
Aren't you looking for trouble for yourself when you go back?
So she took a step and moved behind Anderson, holding his wheelchair with both hands, smiling sweetly.
"Your Highness Anderson, why can beautiful scenery only be used for painting? Of course you must use your eyes to appreciate it."
So when the butler came over with a plate full of snacks, the two of them had long since disappeared from the courtyard. Only a pair of brushes and paints were left neatly spread on the ground, and even the canvas was empty.
The old housekeeper adjusted the frames of his glasses in disbelief.
It's strange, doesn't their prince dislike the noise outside and don't want to go out?
Bai Wu played wildly outside with Anderson all afternoon.
They walked along the river until they reached a deserted area.
There were wild daisies in full bloom and countless white swans. Bai Wu couldn't help but took off her shoes and socks and plunged into the warm river water.
Anderson sat on the shore and stared at her. The smile on his face couldn't stop. From time to time, he took out his brush and sketched on the paper. When he got tired of painting, he continued to watch her playing with the white swan, which looked like an angel.
Miriam.
It wasn't until sunset fell and night rose that Bai Wu pushed him back to the manor.
Before leaving, Anderson packed a box of snacks for her to eat on the way home. Bai Wu didn't move, and spent the whole journey on the carriage with drooped eyelids and tired eyes.
When she returned to the bedroom, she lay down directly on the sofa.
Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the dark corner. Bai Wu was startled and quickly lit the candle. Only then did she realize that Froze had run into her room without knowing it and was huddled by the fireplace.
Feeling sorry for yourself.
Bai Wu walked over.
"Froze, why are you here? Why don't you rest in your room?"
Froze slowly raised his head.
He had obviously slept all afternoon, but he looked even more haggard, his eyes were red and swollen as if he had cried, and his whole person was extremely depressed.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of Bai Wu's skirt, tightening his fingertips until they turned white.
His eyes stared at a patch of mud on the edge of the skirt, focusing little by little and becoming darker little by little.
"Where have you been? I can't find you." Froze said hoarsely.
Bai Wu blinked her eyes, and said without blushing, "I saw you left when you fell asleep. Mother has something to do with me."
"Then what is this?" Froze asked persistently, holding on to the piece of mud.
Bai Wu looked at the hem of the skirt that was tightly grasped by him and bit her lip: "This may have been accidentally stained."
Then she used force to pull the hem of the skirt back from the other person's hand, and walked back to sit on the sofa.
"Froze, I'm very tired today, can you go back first? I'll go see you tomorrow after you get some sleep."
Froze also slowly stood up from the corner.
The flickering candlelight danced on his shoulders, like a trapped beast, and it was a bit frighteningly oppressive.
"Sister, you lied to me." He said every word.
Bai Wu explained patiently: "Sister, no."
There was a "pop" sound, and something fell from the table, and the contents inside were splashed all over the floor.
Bai Wu raised her eyes and saw that it was the box of snacks that Anderson had given her.
A piece of sketch paper fell with the pastry. The snow-white paper slowly fell down and fell directly at Froze's feet.
He bent down and picked up the paper.
Above is a portrait of Bai Wu. The girl is wandering among a group of white swans, and the smile on her face is like the spring breeze in March.
There is a line of small words left in the lower right corner of the painting:
"Thank God for sending an angel to give me the best day ever - Anderson Brandt."
