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Sometimes Yin Qingyu also wondered, how did Yin Fengxiang get into those messy housework, and he didn't marry a wife, so where did he learn it?When he was young, the owner's wife was strict with him, but when he became an adult, he was self-confident, and he never set foot in the flower street and willow alley.Could it be that... when he got here, he often didn't bother to think about it, since he already knew that he was inconsistent with his appearance, and that he was called an honest gentleman in vain, so what's so strange about this matter?

At dinner, Yin Fengxiang looked at the dishes on the table, and the dishes had already changed from light to rich.He said to Yin Qingyu: "Your complexion has improved recently, those medicines are still useful."

Yin Qingyu usually doesn't answer, but this time she replied, "It's all due to the owner."

Hearing his sarcasm, Yin Fengxiang smiled slightly: "Brother is complimenting me when he said that. Unfortunately, I will marry Miss Su in a short time, and then there will be no one to accompany my brother."

Yin Qingyu still ate with her head down.

"Are you happy?" Yin Fengxiang asked.

Yin Qingyu didn't answer.He is already like this, even if he leaves now and looks at the past, how can he be happy?If what he gave himself was really poison that time, maybe he could be happier.

After the silent meal, Yin Fengxiang continued to look at the accounts, while Yin Qingyu came to the window.The moonlight is as clear as water, and the plum shadows are slanting across the window paper, very quiet and beautiful.

Unconsciously, he spread out a piece of white paper on the small table in front of the window and picked up a pen.I haven't painted for many days. At this time, my heart is moving, and I want to copy this scene of plum window.

After the first stroke, I feel raw.Yes, it’s been a long time since I started painting. I remember the last time I was painting, when the garden was full of chrysanthemums. At that time, the weather was sunny, I was in a good mood, and I was talking and laughing with people...with whom?

By the way, it's A Fei.It's Ah Fei.He is always so good-tempered, with a hearty smile on his face, his smile is so handsome and warm, like the sunny wind in April and May; his eyes are dark and gentle, bright and focused, and he always looks at himself like that... he The mouth is slightly upturned, showing a kind and friendly appearance, which makes people feel very comfortable...

A Fei never talks about his bleak life experience, never underestimates his mediocrity and incompetence, and never tires of his dullness, he...will tolerate himself again and again...

If God had given me luck, it would be that I could meet him in this life.

While thinking wildly, suddenly there was a gust of wind around him, and the drawing paper spread on the table was grabbed by one hand.

Yin Qingyu raised her eyes in astonishment, but saw Yin Fengxiang's terribly gloomy face. "What are you drawing?" He asked word by word.Even if you don't look at it, you can feel the overwhelming anger just by listening to the tone.

What did you draw?Yin Qingyu looked at the paper subconsciously, and was stunned after seeing it—it was not a plum blossom or a moon, but it was Cheng Fei's face!

The paintbrush full of affection makes this face particularly vivid. The gentle eyes and the smile at the corners of the mouth seem to be alive, which is deeply shocking.

I actually drew...

He was stunned for a moment.

"You..." Yin Fengxiang's words were knotted for the first time, his face was livid, and he stared at him fiercely, "...you are really obsessed with it!"

Obsessed with obsession?Without time to chew on the word, Yin Qingyu just subconsciously reached out to take the painting back.

Seeing him like this, Yin Fengxiang seemed to be even angrier, and suddenly grabbed the thin drawing paper in his hands, and then tore it to pieces.

The sound of clattering was surprisingly ear-piercing. Seeing Cheng Fei's face on the paper being torn into pieces, Yin Qingyu felt a twinge of pain in her heart. She hurriedly picked up the scattered pieces of paper on the ground, and blurted out excitedly: "Why are you tearing up my painting? I What you draw has nothing to do with you!"

"Then what does he have to do with you!" Yin Fengxiang pulled him up forcefully, not allowing him to pick it up, "Do you think he likes you? The painting you gave him, he gave it to Ling Weiwei as soon as he changed hands!"

Yin Qingyu was stunned for a moment.That's right... I did give it away, the painting of a purple hydrangea, he... Did he give it to Miss Ling?

"Miss Ling is smart, beautiful, and has a good family background. Who wouldn't want to marry her? If you marry her, you will gain both fame and fortune. Do you think Cheng Fei is a fool? Mr. Cheng likes Ling Weiwei so much, he can't wait to open his mouth and call him his daughter-in-law." , do you think Cheng Fei will defy his father's order and give up his future for you?"

After being told this, Yin Qingyu's entire face flushed red.That's right...these words are reasonable and correct...Look at yourself, a person who is extremely mediocre in every way, and he is still a man, how can he be as good as one ten-thousandth of Miss Ling? Comparing with others, that is not a joke to laugh the world to death!

Even if he once said that he likes him, it was just a spur of the moment. Perhaps, it was more due to sympathy... When he wakes up and faces marrying a wife and having children, he might feel ashamed and regret the relationship he once had with himself. A sinful affair...

Yin Qingyu squatted down again, continued to pick up the pieces of paper on the ground, and replied in a voice as indifferent as possible: "Whether he wants to marry Miss Ling has nothing to do with me...Since I gave it to him, he can give it to anyone he likes..." His expression was calm, but his voice was trembling, and the hand picking up the shredded paper was also trembling. Although the speed of picking up the paper was very fast, the piece of paper fell down after picking it up.

"It doesn't matter, you still draw him! Did his face confuse you?" Yin Fengxiang grabbed his wrist, "When he and Ling Weiwei were in pairs, why did he ever think of you!"

"So what, I'll draw mine... don't worry about it..." Yin Qingyu's eyes were in a trance, as if talking to herself, picking up faster.

"Put it down!" Yin Fengxiang forcibly opened his hand, shook the paper off, then stomped hard on the shredded paper on the ground, crushing it a few times.This is completely irreversible.

Yin Qingyu stared blankly at the shredded paper on the ground, and suddenly burst into tears.