Chu Lian hugged Qi Yuan tightly, and finally couldn't help but shed tears behind Qi Yuan's invisible side.
She didn't dare to cry loudly, or even let her tears flow.
She was afraid that Qi Yuan would see her, and she was afraid that her tears would fall on Qi Yuan's back and be felt.
An Zhenjun, the co-pilot in front, turned around and saw his wife like this and whispered, "Ah Lian, calm down. Don't get too excited. Don't scare the child."
Chu Lian quickly wiped her tears and took a deep breath.
She can't be sick anymore, her daughter is already frightened by her, so she can't be frightened anymore.
After a while, Chu Lian let go of Qi Yuan and said apologetically: "I lost my temper. When I saw you, I thought of my miserable daughter. I must have scared you."
Qi Yuan shook his head, his thumb on the pad of his index finger, pinching it again and again.
The car became quiet.
Chu Lian kept holding Qi Yuan's hand, refusing to let go even though her palms were slightly sweaty.
She tried hard to control the sadness in her heart and pretended to be relaxed. She couldn't be sad, she should be happy. They were taking their daughter home.
Soon, the car stopped outside Anjia's villa.
Chu Lian said expectantly: "My child, thank you for today. Go home to have a rest and drink a glass of water."
Qi Yuan, who had been unresponsive, withdrew his hand, shook his head and refused: "No, madam is already home, so I will go back. Madam will go back and let the doctor take a look. Your condition must be taken on time, and your mood should not be ups and downs."
It’s too big, I… will leave first.”
Qi Yuan didn't wait for them to stop him, opened the car door, got out of the car and left.
An's father and An's mother quickly got out of the car and wanted to catch up.
Before they could speak, Qi Yuan waved to them and said, "No need to see me off. I want to take a walk by myself. You can take a taxi as soon as you get out of this road."
An Zhenjun wanted to say something else, but seeing his wife's pale face and covering her heart, he could only take his wife back first. The doctor was already waiting.
Qi Yuan walked along the main road in the villa area. She looked particularly calm, but when she walked out of the road, Anjia Villa was nowhere to be seen.
Qi Yuan suddenly collapsed and squatted on the ground, sobbing.
It was like there was so much sadness piled up that I finally couldn't bear it any longer.
She was crying in embarrassment where no one could see her.
She was always enduring, enduring revenge, enduring the bloodstains of deep hatred, enduring being close to Shen Yutang, and enduring not daring to approach her home.
But now, she couldn't help it anymore.
She has been...so sad.
She no longer wanted to endure it, she hated herself.
As long as she lives for a day, she will always think of the sins she committed in her previous life, and she will never be able to repay the mistakes she made.
His heart began to hurt, but Qi Yuan did not control his emotions at all, as if he was self-abuse and self-destructive, letting the pain punish him.
In this mood of self-loathing, Qi Yuan suddenly felt a slight beat in his stomach, and Qi Yuan was heartbroken.
She put her hand on her belly, and the child in her belly moved again as if it felt her mother's sadness.
Qi Yuan's tears fell silently, as if the thread had been broken.
She should probably endure it a little longer.
She still has children.
This child was something she didn't have in her previous life, and was the only one she had not been implicated in blood and sin.
Qi Yuan stopped crying, stood up, and whispered to himself: "Don't be afraid, child. You won't be like your mother. You will have a wonderful life, don't be afraid."
Qi Yuan gradually walked away, and those collapsed emotions gradually retreated as he walked away.
She will continue to live patiently.
She sentenced herself to death, but only gave herself a suspended sentence.
…
Qi Yuan got into a taxi and called Lu Ling.
The bell rang once and was quickly picked up. Lu Ling immediately asked with concern: "How is it? Is Mrs. An's okay?"
Qi Yuan said calmly: "It's okay. I sent her home. Lu Ling, the banquet is almost over. I won't come back. I'm going back to Jianglin City."
Lu Ling paused and asked again: "Why are you in such a hurry to go back? You're already here. I'll take you around tomorrow. Kyoto is very interesting. There are many things that Jianglin doesn't have. Qi Yuan... are you okay?
Bar."
Qi Yuan's voice was calm: "I'm fine. What can happen to me? I'm just not used to the climate in Kyoto and I want to go back."
Lu Ling compromised: "Then where are you? I'll go back with you."
"No, you finally came back and spent more time with your parents."
"Qi Yuan, are you...sad?"
"No, how could it be? See you in a few days."
The two hung up the phone.
Lu Ling answered the phone and ran out of the venue.
Father Lu and Mother Lu hurriedly chased after him: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Lu Ling shook his head with some disappointment: "It's nothing, Qi Yuan has returned to Jianglin."
Seeing that her daughter was sad, Mother Lu said, "Otherwise we will send you back to Jianglin."
Lu Ling still shook his head: "No, she left alone. She just wanted to be alone. It's okay. It's okay. Qi Yuan will be fine. I'll go back to Kyoto tomorrow. Let's go, parents, let's go home.
"
Father Lu and Mother Lu regret it very much now.
Why not just adopt a goddaughter?
Even if Qi Yuan is really after money, it doesn't matter. Anyway, their family has a lot of money and is better now. My daughter is sad.
…
Qi Yuan returned to Jianglin City alone, back to the wet and misty air.
The incomplete heart seems to be covered under this layer of mist, but the surface is intact.
Qi Yuan did not go back to the old city, she went to the Shui Mo Pavilion.
At this time, she didn't know why, she just wanted to see the teacher.
Probably the teacher was the one who recognized her darkness from the painting at a glance.
When Qi Yuan arrived at the Shui Mo Pavilion, it was already dark.
Most of the people who worked at Shuimo Pavilion have left, but Li Hongjun is still there.
Li Hongjun entered the studio in the afternoon and was painting quietly without coming out.
After Qi Yuan made the call, he walked up to the third floor.
Li Hongjun heard the sound of the door opening and waved to Qi Yuan: "Young disciple, you are here. Come and take a look. This painting I have been thinking about for a long time is given to you by me."
Qi Yuan walked over and his eyes fell on the drawing paper.
It's a picture of red plum blossoms.
It looks similar to the picture of red plums with red wine poured on it that Qi Yuan originally drew.
However, due to changes in some details, the two paintings present completely different feelings.
I wish it was the desolation and despair stained with blood.
But this painting gives people a feeling of vitality.
There was heavy snow on the branches, but the red plum blossoms broke through the snow and bloomed beautifully.
The woman in the painting is sitting under a red plum tree, painting as if within a painting.
Qi Yuan's voice was slightly hoarse, "Teacher, I can't hold it any longer."
Li Hongjun gently touched the plum blossom painting brush on Qi Yuan's eyebrows, as if a red plum blossomed in Qi Yuan's eyebrows.
Li Hongjun said in a kind voice: "Qi Yuan, do you know the name of this painting given to you?"