reignition

This wasn't Jiang Mian's first time visiting the house in Lanshan Mansion; it used to be her beloved home, which she had carefully tended and cherished.

Later, this place became a place of unbearable sorrow for her, and now...

Jiang Mian was now able to walk in quite calmly. The workers were still waiting outside. Lu Bozhou directed them to move the painting inside and set it up.

Jiang Mian followed him inside and watched as Lu Bozhou moved the painting into the study.

Jiang Mian walked to the door of the study and saw Lu Bozhou standing there, staring blankly at the wall opposite the desk.

Jiang Mian still remembers that in her previous life, there was a painting worth seven figures hanging on that wall.

But after being reborn and returning to the house in Lanshan Mansion, almost everything in the study remained the same, except for this wall.

The once expensive painting is gone, replaced by a mosaic of tiles, tiny square tiles of different colors densely pieced together on the wall.

It is intricate, dense, and chaotic, with no discernible pattern or shape.

However, Jiang Mian saw Lu Bozhou sitting behind his desk, staring blankly at the wall several times.

Moreover, I remember Song Xun once said that when Lu Bozhou was in a bad mood, he would either go to the room on the third floor filled with her belongings or sit in the study facing this wall.

But there were too many entanglements and disturbances before, so I didn't have the mind or time to think about whether there was anything wrong with it.

At that moment, Jiang Mian saw Lu Bozhou standing in the study, staring blankly at the messy mosaic tiles on one wall.

He walked over and stood next to Lu Bozhou.

"What exactly are you looking at..." Jiang Mian followed his gaze to the densely packed small colored blocks on the wall.

Jiang Mian felt dizzy looking at it, but she also felt that the small blocks of color on the wall were not so simple.

Lu Bozhou curled the corners of his lips, his gaze not leaving the small patches of color on the wall, and said softly, "I'm looking at you."

"Look at me?" Jiang Mian was stunned.

She stared at the wall, unable to make sense of it at all, but she remembered hearing about it and seeing it online.

There's a kind of vision, it seems to be called...

"Parallel eyes?" Jiang Mian pondered for a moment before uttering the term.

It's a unique visual experience, allowing you to see 3D images within a specially designed, chaotic jumble of color blocks.

Jiang Mian remembers it being like this.

So... looking at the wall covered with tiny patches of color, she suddenly understood.

“I wasn’t in a good state at the time, and seeing anything related to you would probably make me feel worse, but I couldn’t get rid of everything related to you,” Lu Bozhou said.

And so came the locked room on the third floor, piled high with her belongings.

"They're afraid that seeing your photos will make me feel worse, so they told me it's best not to look at them, saying they're my... triggers?"

As Lu Bozhou finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Mian and smiled, a smile that seemed to convey the calm confidence of someone who had already navigated countless mountains.

"But I miss you, what am I going to do when I miss you so much? There are times when I miss you so much that my heart aches. I'm a person too, and I need someone to rely on."

Lu Bozhou gestured with his chin toward the small colored blocks on the wall. "I found a designer who specializes in creating naked-eye 3D images to design this picture and put it on this wall."

"Neither Song Xun nor Song Xu knew." He seemed somewhat smug as he said this.

Jiang Mian was somewhat helpless. She stared at the wall for a while, but still couldn't figure out what the pattern was.

"What kind of photo is it?" Jiang Mian asked.

Lu Bozhou held her shoulders and made her stand in front of him.

“You stare at that wall, but don’t focus on the wall itself. You should…” Lu Bozhou thought for a moment, then continued after a few seconds, “Think about seeing what’s behind that wall, and blur your focus to the back. Do you understand what I mean?”

Whether others can understand it is hard to say, but Jiang Mian, being an artist herself, has a relatively good understanding of concepts like perspective and angle.

"I understand." Jiang Mian nodded, staring intently at the wall for almost half a minute, but still couldn't figure it out.

Each time it seems like something is there, but then it also seems like nothing is there.

Instead, my eyes feel swollen and tired.

Lu Bozhou's deep, pleasant voice reached her ear, "It might take a little time for you to get a feel for it the first time you see it."

Jiang Mian nodded, bit her lip, and looked at it more intently.

Then slowly, the scene seemed to begin to change; what was originally a flat surface began to have raised and recessed contours.

Her vision, which had previously only allowed her to see a bunch of small, chaotic blocks of color, was now able to clearly capture those outlines.

And it's getting clearer and clearer.

Jiang Mian finally got a clear look at the picture on the wall.

That was her wearing a white dress, sitting in front of a red cloth, smiling radiantly at the camera.

Jiang Mian recognized the photo; it was the picture on her marriage certificate when she and Lu Bozhou went to register their marriage with great joy.

She was smiling brightly at the time, but Lu Bozhou remained expressionless and indifferent.

However, Lu Bozhou, who is also in the same photo, is not in this picture; he cropped himself out.

Only Jiang Mian.

Unexpectedly, Lu Bozhou stared at this photo day and night...

Jiang Mian's heart was deeply moved.

Lu Bozhou stared at the picture for a moment before instructing the workers to hang the frame on the wall.

Cover up those small patches of color on the wall.

He used to feel sad whenever he saw this wall. From now on, he hopes to feel happy when he sees it.

“Besides, if I want to see you, I will come to see you,” Lu Bozhou said.

He no longer needs to rely on a picture on the wall to remember her.

Lu Bozhou gently squeezed her hand.

Jiang Mian squeezed his hand back tightly.

The workers quickly mounted the picture frame on the wall.

After the workers left, Lu Bozhou stood there quietly staring at the painting on the wall for a long time, his arms tightly around Jiang Mian.

That night, Jiang Mian was unable to go home.

Neither her parents nor her children contacted her, as if they all tacitly agreed that she might not come home tonight.

Originally, I thought Lu Bozhou would do something, after all, it was his birthday, and the two of them had finally opened up to each other and understood each other's feelings.

Adult men and women, husband and wife for two lifetimes.

Whatever we do seems reasonable.

But no, Lu Bozhou simply held her, as if a miser were clutching the most precious treasure of his life.

Being cautious and hesitant, constantly worrying about gains and losses.

I held her and slept with her all night.

Lu Bozhou slept soundly, as if he hadn't slept this well in a long time.

Jiang Mian could even hear his faint snoring.

Jiang Mian initially thought she would feel uncomfortable and out of place, but she soon fell into a deep sleep.

I slept very well.

The two slept soundly, their necks intertwined, like two puzzle pieces, oddly shaped and flawed, yet perfectly fitting together.