Gu Xiaoai raised her head and saw Luo Ya'er standing at the door, standing alone and deserted. She didn't come forward, but just looked at them, looking lonely.
Gu Xiaoai shook off Li Juefeng's hand and ran out.
"Gu Xiaoai——"
Li Juefeng caught up immediately.
Gu Xiaoai rushed into a room and locked it, then ran out through another door. Gu Xiaoai ran out of the castle and ran forward without thinking.
All before my eyes was the scene of Li Juefeng sitting by the bed getting dressed...
Why would she choose that time to go? If she didn't go, nothing would happen. If she stayed away as before, nothing would happen.
If you can't see it... you won't feel heartache...
Gu Xiaoai ran forward, her breathing quickening.
In the garden, an old man stood in front of a table under an umbrella with a cane in one hand and the Four Treasures of the Study on the table. The old man was writing with a pen.
It was the old gardener she saw last time.
Gu Xiaoai's thoughts were very confused. Looking at his old hand holding a pen and putting ink on the paper, Gu Xiaoai breathed heavily.
Chess, calligraphy and painting.
Playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting is a good way to expand your mood and stabilize your emotions.
"I'm sorry, old gentleman, please lend me a pen and paper."
Gu Xiaoai ran over without thinking, grabbed the brush from the old man's hand, dipped it in ink and wrote the word "quiet" on the paper.
She needs to calm down...
She wants to calm down... she wants to forget what she just saw, she wants to forget, forget... her heart won't hurt anymore.
The old man looked at her in astonishment and stood aside with a cane.
Gu Xiaoai wrote the word "jing" densely on the paper. After finishing one page, she put it away and continued writing.
But her heart was still hurting, it was bleeding, it hurt so much that she wanted to cry...
Gu Xiaoai bit her lip and wrote desperately on the paper, not caring about the ink on her hands, but the scene before her eyes was still the same.
Lingering.
The scene of Li Juefeng dressing beside the bed was like a poison trying to invade her bones, making it impossible for her to get rid of it...
She doesn't want to think, she doesn't want to think, she doesn't want to think about anything...
His lip was bitten, but Gu Xiaoai didn't notice it and was writing desperately.
"Calligraphy is not about venting."
A hoarse, turbid, and old voice sounded beside her.
Gu Xiaoai paused her brush on the paper, leaving a ball of black ink. She turned her eyes and looked towards the past. The old man stood beside her and stared at her.
"Sorry to bother you."
Gu Xiaoai woke up and looked at the paper balls discarded by her on the floor. She suddenly felt embarrassed and said, "I will give you a set of the four treasures of the study."
"There is no shortage here." The old man looked at her and said, with his hands folded and leaning on the crutches. Unlike the gardener last time, this time the old man was wearing white martial arts training clothes, which gave him a bit of an old martial arts feel.
"Mr., do you have a cold? Your voice is very scratchy."
The old man's voice sounded unnaturally sandy and nasal.
Gu Xiaoai wiped her hands casually with a tissue nearby and helped the old man sit down on a chair nearby.
"Well, the cold is quite serious and my throat is broken." The old man pressed his throat and said.
"Then I'll help you go back to rest. It's not good for your health to catch a cold and blow outside." Gu Xiaoai said quickly.
The old man looked at her deeply, then shook his head after a while, "I just like the sun outside."
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Gu Xiaoai glanced at the parasol. She had had enough of the sun...
"Are you... troubled?" The old man asked in a hoarse voice with a strong nasal voice, sitting on a chair.