A face as light as a clear lotus is covered with a faint but gleaming smile. She is not the most beautiful, but she is the most rare.
There is always a light about her that people cannot take away.
It was a kind of light that went beyond the intense heat and appeared to be unusually plain.
It turns out that watching quietly like this can also be a kind of happiness.
Moreover, it is a kind of happiness that he desires more and more extravagantly.
Luoxue raised her head and saw Jiang Shuiyue's eyes, always as calm as a mountain spring, staring straight at her with an unusual light.
She lowered her head, not knowing how to respond to him like this.
She is not a stupid person. There are some things that may not be certain or understood once or twice, but if she cannot explain clearly or understand them all the time, it will seem a bit pretentious.
One person may be nice to another person for no other purpose.
But where his heart sets out is extremely important.
If it's someone who has nothing to do with her, if she doesn't care about her, how can she be nice to her?
She understands Jiang Shuiyue's heart.
However, she didn't know how to respond to him like this.
She was not worthy of him. He was so outstanding, talented and outstanding, but she was just an ordinary woman, and she was already married.
Acceptable rights have been lost.
She didn't dare to look at him anymore, and just quietly did what she was doing. She cut the pheasant meat into small pieces and set them aside. Then she cut the chicken bones into small pieces, put them in the pot, and stewed them.
Stewing soup is the most nourishing but also the most time-consuming.
At such a time, at this moment, doing nothing, it becomes silent.
After washing my hands, I sat quietly and waited for the soup in the warm fire to start tasting.
For a moment, it was so quiet that there was only the sound of the firewood burning, and the sound of the wind blowing through the weeds.
Finally, Jiang Shuiyue spoke, with a gentle tone and a faint smile: "Why do you know how to cook? In the Prime Minister's Mansion, don't there always be dedicated cooks? Do you still need a eldest lady like you to cook?"
Chatting about home affairs.
In fact, he didn't know where to start from.
Among them, they are all very indifferent people.
"When I was a child, my mother always cooked for my father. At that time, my mother said that cooking for the man she loves is the happiest thing in a woman's life, so women's families don't have to learn anything, but they can't.
I didn’t learn how to cook. When I was only four or five years old, she took me into the kitchen to learn how to cook." Luoxue recalled the events of her childhood.
There is a faint but warm happiness in it.
"I didn't expect you to be able to cook at the age of four or five! It seems that I am really lucky." Jiang Shuiyue said with a smile, her eyes soft.
Luoxue also smiled beautifully: "You are indeed very lucky. In fact, at that time, I felt quite resentful about cooking, because every time I made my body greasy and smelled of oily smoke, I was very uncomfortable. Later,
In addition, my mother passed away, so the kitchen became a sad place, and I never entered it again. This is the first time I have cooked again in these years."
Speaking of my mother, a faint sadness overflowed like running water. There was deep sadness in my eyes, after experiencing so much torture.
Family love, for her, became even more desired.
Every time she thought of her father, brother, or late mother, she couldn't help but feel the sadness in her chest.
With tears, I want to break through the boundaries and get out.
She longed to be able to hide in the arms of her parents and brothers, to be able to escape all these tortures and injuries, without having to resist alone with her weak shoulders.
Everyone thought she was strong, but they didn't know that behind her strength, she was actually extremely fragile...
"I'm sorry..." He didn't know that it would make her so unhappy.
"It's okay." Luoxue smiled softly: "I suddenly remembered my mother, and it was just a little sad. It's all gone. It's nothing..." Yes, a lot of torture has passed.
Maybe, there will be more in the future, but if it is not now, then this moment is considered happy.
Jiang Shuiyue felt heartbroken when she saw the strength revealed in her fragility.
This woman has endured too much.
However, he couldn't bear it for her, couldn't give her a strong shoulder, he could only look at her from a distance and feel sorry for her...
"The water is boiling..." he said softly, changing the heavy topic just now.
Luoxue took a look and saw that the water had indeed boiled, and the clear aroma of chicken filled her nostrils, seeming to make people smell the freshness and deliciousness.
She opened the lid of the pot, stirred it a few times, then covered it again, dispersed the firewood underneath, lowered the fire, and simmered it slowly to release all the sweat from the bones.
"You must never have anything to worry about, right?" Luoxue asked. In her heart, Jiang Shuiyue was a person who did not belong to this world.
He always smiled faintly, as gentle as jade, and it seemed that no worries could disturb him.
"Why do you think so? How can you be a human without worries?" Jiang Shuiyue smiled softly: "Actually, there are many worries in life. It all depends on how you deal with it.
, if you regard it as a kind of bondage, it will restrain you for the rest of your life. If you regard it as an upward ladder in life, then if you step on it, there will be nothing."
"Is this really like this?" Luoxue carefully tasted Jiang Shuiyue's words and found that he was really a very transparent person, and everything seemed to have become insignificant in his eyes.
"You are a smart person, and you are so strong, and you deal with things so calmly. You must understand this principle," Jiang Shuiyue said.
If you step on it, it will be gone?
It turns out that it's not that he doesn't have worries, it's just that he can let go.
It seems that he has been restraining himself.
With a beautiful smile, like a hundred flowers blooming, she understood: "You are indeed right."
Jiang Shuiyue looked at her relieved look, she was really beautiful, it seemed to have a light fragrance, like an orchid but not an orchid, like a lotus but not a lotus, it lingered around her nose and lingered for a long time.
He also smiled, but in that smile, there was a hint of pain that he himself only knew.
He actually forgot to tell her, although worries are like a ladder, once you step on it, it will be gone.
However, sometimes in life, some stairs are not so easy to climb.
Just like him at this moment, there is a ladder. No matter how hard he tries, he can't step on it, and he is unwilling to step on it...
Perhaps, this will be the only ladder in his life that he cannot collapse...