Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 7593 Begonia opened and fell (6)

Chen Kang's problems are also more difficult than before.

In the evening, Yan Jia came out of Zhouzhou's room.

If he didn't come out, the housekeeper didn't dare to rush him.

There are a few finished paintings on the table, all of which are Yan Jia's one-day works. The light of the setting sun shines on the paper, and the black and white lines of the paintings are full of simple and distant colors.

Seeing that Yan Jia was in good spirits, the butler smiled and said, "Mr. Yan, why are all your paintings black and white?"

"Zhouzhou likes to paint, save for Zhouzhou's coloring." Yan Jia raised the corners of his lips and stood at the door.

"It's almost dinner time, Mr. Yan, let me take you for a walk in the back garden. The doctor also said to take a walk every day."

Yan Jia did not refuse.

It was the evening when the sun was setting, and the sky was full of colorful clouds, and the white clouds in the sky were dyed orange-red.

Pink willows are green, the lake is rippling, and the lake in the back garden is a layer of ripples blown by the wind, reflecting the orange of the sky, like a clear mirror.

Swans swim in the lake, fish occasionally jump out of the lake, and willow branches hang down on the water, swaying with the wind.

Late in the day, the country is beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The rockery and pavilions all leave the most beautiful shadows in the sunset and dusk.

Yan Jia walked very slowly.

His dark pupils were also orange at dusk. The man walked slowly with his hands behind his back, without saying a word, leaving the last light and shadow of the day on his white shirt.

Walking to the goldfish pond, Yan Jia saw the rabbit in Zhouzhou.

The rabbits were grazing, probably brought in by the servants.

He stood still and looked at the leisurely rabbit under his feet.

Yan Jia squatted down, hooked the rabbit's chin with his fingers, the silly rabbit was still chewing grass, and glanced at him.

Yan Jia smiled: "You are so stupid like Zhou Zhou."

"Mr. Yan, you really like the young master." The butler said.

"He was born stupid, he has no intelligence at all, he is stupid in every way, and he will suffer a lot from following that stupid woman." Yan Jia touched the rabbit, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually stagnated, "Lin Zhi is the most beautiful woman in my life." Nasty woman, if I see her again one day, I won't make her feel better."

In the end, Yan Jia's voice was hoarse, and he could no longer speak a word.

The rabbit slipped away from Yan Jia's hands and ran to the other side to graze.

Yan Jia squatted halfway on the empty lawn by himself, his eyes were in a trance, and it took a long time to regain the last light in his eyes.

The butler didn't dare to say a word.

The sky is getting late, and the light of the setting sun is fading little by little, until the last ray of light is swallowed by the night.

The lights in the Jiangshan Garden were all on, and they were still brightly lit.

The wind blows, and the white pear blossoms fall into the clear lake water with the wind. The white on the lake surface gathers more and more, like the tears of the lake water.

The catkins are light and the moonlight melts.

The light of the street lamp fell on Yan Jia's body, and it took him a long time to stand up slowly, his eyes were dark.

……

After Yan Jia was discharged from the hospital, his appetite was not very good and he couldn't eat anything.

After eating a few mouthfuls of porridge for dinner, he put down the bowl and chopsticks.

The servant brought over the medicine and warm water, he swallowed it, and said to the housekeeper and servant who had been standing beside him: "Do you also think that I am useless? I can't handle a single illness, and this life is so close to death." I didn’t get it back. I always thought that I was still that young man who could play around in the world, but now look at him, what kind of boy, young man, is nothing more than a body of flesh and blood, lingering on his last breath.”

The man closed his eyes slightly and leaned on the wooden chair.

(End of this chapter)