The outside world was in chaos, but the hospital remained calm.
Zixuan was holding his wife and basking in the sun. Luo Qing's injury was not healed yet and she could not move. However, she was bored to death by staying in the ward making noises every day. Zixuan had no choice but to carry Luo Qing to the balcony. Occasionally,
Such a calm and warm afternoon also made him feel very comfortable.
"Zixuan, what do you think of my painting?" Luo Qing patted Zixuan, who was about to fall asleep, with a little excitement on his face. She pointed to the sketchbook in her hand and asked Zixuan to comment.
In fact, with the soft fragrance in his arms and the warm sun, Zixuan really wanted to do something else. Unfortunately, Luo Qing's injury was not healed yet, and he couldn't act rashly, so he could only force himself to be a simple Liu Xiahui.
But the little woman in his arms was still restless and wouldn't let him rest.
Zixuan opened his eyes and looked closely at the drawings drawn by Luo Qing. He frowned slightly and felt something strange in his heart.
"What's wrong? Is it bad?" Seeing Zixuan's expression was strange, Luo Qing couldn't help but feel depressed. She had pestered Zixuan to teach her how to draw a few days ago, but she had nothing to do in bed anyway, so she woke up.
She just practiced outline drawing, and she felt that what she drew had some shape, but Zixuan's expression made her a little frustrated. It seems that drawing these things really depends on talent.
"Of course not, it's very beautiful. I'm just a little surprised." Zixuan took the sketchbook and pen from Luo Qing's hand and added a few more strokes to her painting, "Look, if you draw a few lines like this
Curves will make the entire streamline feel fuller.”
Luo Qing nodded, excitement evident on her red face, and her eyes sparkling, "When Nian Xuan and Mu Qing grow up, I will design some unique clothes for them."
Seeing Luo Qing happily sketching in the sketchbook again, Zixuan couldn't help but turn his head and look at her. Her profile was very beautiful, especially under the eyes, it looked more soft and thick, with thick eyelashes.
Fluttering, fair and delicate skin looks even more youthful.
"Luo Qing, is there anything you particularly like? For example, painting, clothing design, or other musical instruments, piano, etc.?" Zixuan suddenly thought that they had been together for more than a year, and it seemed that they were all Zixuan.
In taking charge of everything, Luo Qing just followed him quietly. She would follow him wherever he went, or stay wherever he asked her to stay. Her life completely followed his footsteps.
Everyone has their own favorite things, and Luo Qing is no exception. She encountered changes in the past and had to give up those things she liked. After all, those so-called dreams did seem hypocritical in the face of reality. Maybe Luo Qing gave up for the sake of life.
Those things that he once liked. But now it's different. She came to his side. He was actually very happy that he had become the center of her life. It felt good to be surrounded by the people he loved.
However, this is not what Zixuan wants to give Luo Qing. He can indeed take her wherever he goes, but then she will not have her own life. Maybe she has not realized yet that a person without dreams and interests
People are so empty. Zixuan doesn't mind that Luo Qing will always be attached to him. He can afford her life and is willing to be her eternal safe haven, but he hopes that his woman can live a free and unrestrained life and do what she likes.
instead of following him forever.
"What do I like?" Luo Qing looked a little confused, staring at Zixuan with slightly narrowed eyes, not quite understanding what he meant.
She actually doesn't remember much about what she likes. If she was fifteen years old, she could clearly say that she liked piano, dancing, painting, and many things that girls at that age liked, but now
, she really doesn’t know what else she likes. When she can’t lift her head up under the pressure of life, all she thinks about is growing up quickly, not wanting to go home, wanting to leave. She doesn’t like anything at all.
qualifications.
If you don't touch many things for too long, you will really forget them. Just like some memories, you think you may be able to remember them for a lifetime, but you will suddenly find that you seem to have forgotten something at a certain moment, but you want to think about everything.
Can't get up.
Luo Qing is like this. For too long, she has never thought about what she likes. She is forced to accept a lot of things she doesn't like. She is used to forcing herself to obey and accept. In the end, she may not even be able to tell the difference. It is a habit.
Still like it.
"I think if you like fashion design, we can let you go back to school when we return to the UK. Or if you like France, we can also go to France. I studied fashion design in France before.
There are many good adult academies." Zixuan turned his head and looked at Luo Qing, with an uncontrollable heartache in his eyes. His baby was really used to obeying others, so she stayed in his room obediently.
around.
"Costume design?" Luo Qing bit her pen, as if she was really thinking seriously.
In fact, I can't say whether I like it or not, but I can't help but stop when I see beautiful designs. For example, in the design competition I participated in before, when I saw the works of the contestants, she couldn't help but stop. She didn't know that she was
I like fashion design, and I also like the way those people work hard for their dreams.
"Yes." Zixuan nodded. He knew that Luo Qing could speak many languages, so there was no problem for them to go anywhere, as long as it was something she liked.
"Zixuan..." Luo Qing suddenly looked at the man beside her sadly, her voice filled with unspeakable grievance, "Do you dislike me? That's why you want me to study? Do you think I'm useless?"
With his face blank, Zixuan looked at Luo Qing dumbfounded, and couldn't help pinching her delicate nose, "Of course not. Even if you don't know anything, I still like you. Just now I saw you painting seriously, and I was so excited
I thought you might like fashion design. I was once a designer myself, and I know that sense of satisfaction can make people feel as if they are walking on the clouds."
Maybe Luo Qing is just out of habit, but Zixuan is not someone who needs her to agree and obey. He just wants her to be herself.
"But the two little guys..." Luo Qing seemed to be moved by Zixuan's words. She suddenly realized that Zixuan's suggestion was very good. She actually liked the atmosphere of the school, which was relaxed and comfortable. It was a pity that she had to fight when she was studying.
Working multiple jobs, I barely have time to enjoy the joy of being a student.
"Someone will take care of them." Zixuan smiled. Those two little guys are the treasures of the Qiu family. Everyone is rushing to take care of them, otherwise he and Luo Qing would not leave England so easily.
Luo Qing thoughtfully returned her attention to her sketchbook. Maybe it would be a good idea to go back to studying again.