The next day, Luo Qing didn't wake up until noon. Zixuan left a note on the bedside, saying that he would go to the company to deal with some things first and let her sleep a little longer.
After a simple lunch, Luo Qing wandered around casually and went around to the small garden behind the castle. This garden was completely different from the grand and luxurious garden in front of the castle. The environment was elegant and even a little incompatible with the luxurious castle. A man-made lake separated the small garden.
The garden is divided into two halves, and a small bridge carved from white jade spans the lake, which looks quite impressive.
From a distance, she saw someone on the other side of the lake, so Luo Qing walked slowly towards the bridge. It wasn't until she got off the bridge that she saw clearly that the person sitting with her back to the lake was Zixuan's third uncle, Qiu Hongwen.
This time, Qiu Hongwen looked very sober, not as drunk as last time, with thorns all over his body. His back looked lonely and calm, so calm that people could not feel the presence of him. He sat on the white
On the chair, there is a drawing board in front of him, and he is drawing something on the drawing board with the brush in his hand.
As if hearing the voice behind him, Qiu Hongwen turned his head, saw Luo Qing, and nodded slightly to her, with the artist's unique alienation, tranquility, and soft facial features that could even blend into the world.
"I'm sorry, Third Uncle, did I disturb you?" Luo Qing was slightly embarrassed. She knew that some artists hate being disturbed. Judging from his appearance, he should be painting, right?
"It's okay, come over here and sit here. I heard that you are pregnant, so don't stand all the time." A gentle voice came from Qiu Hongwen's mouth, with a unique kind of tranquility that made him look a little detached.
this earthly world.
Such an elegant Qiu Hongwen was different from the third uncle in her memory. The Qiu Hongwen she had seen had sharp thorns all over his body like a hedgehog. Anyone who came close to him would be pricked with blood. His eyes were full of blood.
Flashing with anger, hatred, and a sense of self-loathing, perhaps he has always regretted his cowardice, regretted that he was not brave enough, so that the woman he loved ended up like this.
"What's wrong?" Qiu Hongwen smiled lightly, with a question in his peaceful smile.
Luo Qing shook her head, walked to the chair next to Qiu Hongwen and sat down. Her eyes fell on the painting in front of him and she couldn't help but gasp.
That is a woman, a woman who can instantly take away the breath of others with just one glance. She is stunningly beautiful. Only such sharp words can describe her. Her eyebrows are like black ink, the corners of her lips are slightly raised, and her facial features are incredibly delicate.
The face looks so beautiful that you can't take your eyes away.
Except for Yanxi, this is probably the most beautiful person Luo Qing has ever seen. She can imagine that such a woman must be a decisive and paranoid person. All beautiful people will have some bad tempers, but she looks very kind.
She is not as cold and distant as ordinary beauties. She doesn't know if she only shows this side when facing Qiu Hongwen, but she can imagine that it must be very lucky to be cared about and fallen in love with such a woman.
thing.
"She is beautiful." Luo Qing praised, not knowing whether she was praising the beauty of that woman or praising Qiu Hongwen's outstanding painting skills.
"She is indeed beautiful." Qiu Hongwen's tone contained a sigh and regret.
Missing her will probably become the biggest regret in his life.
"Do you love each other very much?" Luo Qing's words almost blurted out. Obviously they didn't know each other well enough to share each other's love, but when she saw the loneliness on Qiu Hongwen's face, she actually felt comforted.
Seemingly confused, Qiu Hongwen did not answer.
Maybe even he himself didn't know whether they had loved each other, and if they had loved each other, why they separated in the end, and why they didn't choose to trust each other. If they didn't love, then so many years of self-punishment were nothing.
In fact, sometimes, people are very complicated. They know clearly that something is said but do not have a stand for it, and they often act impulsively without going through the brain, just like Luo Qing.
"I think you must be very much in love, otherwise it wouldn't have been so long before my third uncle still remembered her appearance so clearly." Luo Qing's eyes flashed with warmth, thinking of the picture album in the attic, Zixuan told her that every time
When he missed her, he would go to the attic and look through those picture albums alone, leaving a picture behind each time and calculating how many pictures he would need to draw to find her.
"So what if we are in love? Many times, we have too much helplessness. Love is not just about liking it." Qiu Hongwen smiled bitterly, with a flash of vulnerability in his eyes. Over the years, he has hidden his vulnerability deep in his heart and faced it with arrogance and resentment.
All the people who tried to care about him, over time, no one mentioned Ellie again, the woman he loved to the core of his bones.
"If you have tried your best, then even if you lose, there is no need to feel sorry." Luo Qing looked at the woman on the drawing board steadily, tilted her head and said, "If she really has such a look in her eyes, then I think,
She has no regrets because she has received your love and your heart. For a woman, this is the most important thing."
Luo Qing didn't know if such words were comforting, but now she was so happy that even God would be jealous. She even felt that she would have no regrets even if she died the next moment, because she had the most precious thing in her life, Zixuan's love.
"She blames me, she blames me for not persevering, and she blames me for not being brave." The bitter smile on Qiu Hongwen's lips did not disappear, and even his whole body was exuding deep sadness, missing his lover.
"If she were still here today, she would definitely feel distressed if she saw you hurting her so much and suffering for her all your life." Luo Qing didn't know why she said such words. She was probably a happy person who saw those unhappy people.
Happy people can't help but persuade, because the world in their eyes is warm and beautiful, and they hope that everyone can feel happy.
"Will it?" Qiu Hongwen tilted his head, helplessness flashed in his eyes, and then shook his head. She hated him. He let her face miscarriage alone, face death alone, and did not even see him until she died.
He still remembered that when he found her, she had already expired. Her hands were tightly holding the ring he gave her, her eyes widened, as if there were still many words left to say, and next to her were words written in her own blood.
The word "hate" he wrote made him lose all his strength.
Sometimes, hate is more hurtful than love.
"If you have truly loved her, she can feel it. Since you have truly loved each other, why won't you feel distressed?" Luo Qing compared her feelings with her own. No matter what Zixuan did or what the consequences were, for her,
As long as Zixuan's heart stays the same, she can ignore all unhappiness.
Qiu Hongwen stared blankly at the drawing board in front of him, murmuring the four words "True love". Ellie on the drawing board seemed to come to life, with love shining in her eyes. That was his familiar lover, the one who could act coquettishly and say many sweet words.
The woman who owns it feels like she owns the whole world.
Seeing Qiu Hongwen's lost look, Luo Qing gently left his side and left the back garden with a faint smile. Maybe he needed to think about it alone and quietly.