Looking for you in reincarnation

The scroll depicts an abandoned village. The village is built on the mountain and is shrouded in clouds and mist. The surroundings are blurry and foggy.

A woman is sitting on a roof in the middle of a deserted village. From a distance, the depiction is very detailed and lifelike.

The woman was dressed in plain clothes, with her hair loosened slightly, a few strands of black hair fluttering in the wind. There was a hint of worry in her expression as she stared at me, as if she was looking at someone.

Si He looked at the painting with a shocked and complicated expression, because the painting was of her.

This scene brought back a long-lost memory for her. It was a deserted village where she and Ning Ji had temporarily stayed when they were on the run.

The dilapidated walls, desolate scenery and white mist add a sense of dreaminess.

She looked at the scroll carefully. The brushwork looked very new and she could tell it was painted recently. She knew without a doubt that it was from Yue Fuli's hand, but why would he paint such a picture?

For a moment, her heart suddenly started beating faster and her emotions were in turmoil.

Many thoughts flashed through my mind. Although it seemed a little unbelievable, the existence of this painting seemed to be the evidence of all the thoughts.

She stared blankly at the scroll in her hand, and her eyes gradually became moist as she looked at the familiar scene.

After a while, she pursed her lips, raised one hand, wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, and wiped away the tears that fell from her eyes.

The emotions in her heart were like a slowly rising wave, as if it was going to drown her bit by bit.

She endured it again and again, and finally raised her head, took a deep breath, tried to force back the tears, and tried to calm her surging emotions.

The room was quiet. She stood in front of the wardrobe, holding the scroll, her head tilted back, looking at a spot on the beam, motionless. The only sound was the obvious sound of her restrained breathing.

But the more she tried to restrain herself, the more she couldn't help but let tears fall from her eyes. They slid down her cheeks and onto her clothes, leaving a few wet marks.

At this moment, the dark red pupils in her eyes also slowly changed color, the red became deeper, and the black became lighter. Under the moisture of tears, they looked like sparkling gems, strange and dazzling.

After a while, she suddenly laughed softly, with a relieved smile on her face.

Slowly, her breathing began to become smooth, and the emotions that were surging like waves also subsided.

She raised her hand again and wiped her eyes and cheeks with her sleeves before lowering her head and looking back at the scroll in her hand.

At this moment, her mood when looking at this painting became a little different, her eyes were deep and her smile was faint.

She looked at every detail in the painting with nostalgia, and finally, her gaze fell on herself in the painting.

The painting skills are excellent and the charm is fully captured.

This painting is dominated by blue-gray and misty white colors, full of desolate feeling. She in the painting is like a conspicuous embellishment, adding a touch of vitality to this desolate and dilapidated scenery.

The hazy white mist adds a sense of illusion, making the scene seem more unreal.

Judging from the situation in the painting, she was watching Ning Ji leave.

She recalled carefully and it seemed that he was going into the city to do some business.

However, this perspective...

Si He regained her sanity at this moment, and looked clearly at the perspective of the painting and the unnecessary fog.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at him, with a lot of thoughts in her mind.

After a long time, she withdrew her gaze, took the painting, and placed it on a table not far away, instead of putting it back into the cabinet.

After putting down the scroll, she walked to the washstand in the side room, poured some water from the kettle into the basin, washed her face, and washed away the traces of tears.

After she wiped the water stains off her face with a handkerchief, she lowered her head to look at her reflection in the basin again.

The ripples on the water surface gradually became lighter and calmer, and the reflection became clearer. As expected, the bright red in her eyes was more obvious than before.

She sighed imperceptibly, then took out a piece of cloth and covered her eyes again.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was noon. Yue Fuli finally finished some of the matters at hand and walked back to the guest room in the government office.

At this moment, Si He was leaning on the chaise longue in the room and taking a nap. When she heard his footsteps approaching, she sat up in a daze.

"Husband, are you back?"

When she spoke sleepily, her voice was a little soft and delicate, obviously she had just woken up.

"Yeah." Yue Fuli responded and walked towards her. When he noticed the painting unfolded on the table, he paused and his eyes became more complicated.

Then Si He said, "My dear, I have seen the painting you drew. It is very beautiful."

There was some joy in her voice, as if she didn't know the meaning.

Yue Fuli looked at Si He. At this time, she had a piece of cloth tied around her eyes, but when she faced him, her vision seemed unobstructed and she was facing his direction very accurately.

He said nothing about the painting. When he came back to her, he looked at the bandage on her eyes and asked, "Are your eyes hurting again?"

Si He said: "I just feel a little tired when I look at the light, but it's okay."

As she spoke, she stood up.

Yue Fuli reached out to support her, and she threw herself into his arms, put her arms around his neck, and rubbed her head against him slightly, like a lazy cat acting coquettishly.

Yue Fuli raised the corners of his lips and held her in his arms, letting her lean lazily against him. "Are you hungry?"

She said in a somewhat delicate voice, "I'm hungry."

Yue Fuli raised a hand and gently pinched her cheek, "Then have lunch first and don't tease me."

Hearing this, Si He murmured softly: "It was just a hug, how could it be considered teasing?"

"What?" The voice was too soft for him to hear clearly.

Si He loosened her hand, stepped out of his embrace, and said, "Let's eat."

Yue Fuli took her hand and led her to the table.

After she sat down, Yue Fuli put away the painting on the table and asked the servants to serve the meal.

Si He continued the previous topic and asked: "Husband, how could you draw such a picture?"

Her expression and voice were filled with curiosity only, and there didn't seem to be anything unusual.

Yue Fuli held the scroll and looked at her blindfolded face. A complex emotion welled up in his heart again. He said, "I had a strange dream, so I painted this scene that left a deep impression on me."

Hearing this, Si He's fingertips slightly gripped the clothes on her knees, but quickly loosened them, trying to relax her body and not show any strange expression. She pretended to be curious and asked, "Dream? What else did you dream about?"

Yue Fuli said: "I don't remember."

Si He smiled and said, "Then my husband, when you have free time in the future, can you draw me another picture?"

"it is good."

After a while, the servants brought the meal over and placed a variety of sumptuous dishes on the table.

(I'll update another chapter later.)