blue shirt oath

Chapter 225 I'll Be a Monk

Painter Li didn't speak for a while.

Just as Song Guichen was thinking about whether he had spoken too much and wanted to speak softly, Painter Li suddenly raised his head and said:

"Miss Song, you are a good person, A Cui. I am sorry for him, can you—"

There was a sound of stepping on the snow behind him.

"Father, it's time to drink the medicine."

Li Cui came over with a bowl of medicine carefully, but Painter Li took it gently without saying anything, and drank it in one gulp.

"Sister Song's medicine is very effective. Dad, you look much better." Li Cui looked at Master Li with admiration.

Painter Li returned the bowl to him, and said to him, "Ah Cui, don't worry, go back to the house."

Li Cui shook his head stubbornly: "Father, don't leave me behind."

"No, no." Painter Li patted Li Cui's shoulder clumsily, "I won't leave Ah Cui alone, don't think about it, go back to the room, I'll look at the plum blossoms again, not much treat."

Li Cui's eyes were filled with tears, and he tried not to cry out. Artist Li sighed and comforted him:
"Didn't Ah Cui say that Sister Song's medicine is very effective. Dad believes that in time, Dad will definitely get better. Dad promised Ah Cui that he will take the medicine well in the future, okay?"

"Yeah." Li Cui nodded fiercely, but he still didn't leave. Instead, he pushed his wheelchair and walked into the house, "Father, let's see Meihua again tomorrow, you've stayed outside long enough today."

Painter Li had no choice but to sigh lightly.

Song Guichen followed behind.

Naturally, she knew that the words that painter Li was interrupted by A Cui meant to entrust A Cui to herself.

The clever A Cui must have heard everything.

After returning to the house, painter Li was in good spirits after drinking the medicine. He not only talked a lot with Father Chang and others, but also pulled himself together after a long absence and drew a picture of red plums.

Li Cui watched seriously from the side, and deeply felt that his painting skills were more than a star and half worse than his father's.

Artist Li saw that he was fascinated by it, and said with a smile: "A Cui, this painting is for you. You are still young, practice more, and in time, it will definitely be better than my father's painting."

"Well, the child will work hard!"

"I'm a little tired." Painter Li rubbed the center of his brows, and looked at everyone apologetically, "Miss Song, you are a good person, you—" he paused, and said, "You are right, A Cui is a good boy , I really shouldn't be indulging in the past before."

"It's great if you think so, painter."

Third Sister Chang had a happy expression on her face. This was the first time she had seen such a sober painter Li since she came to Nanyang. It seemed that he was really ready to recuperate from his injuries and take good care of his illness.

Painter Li smiled slightly, picked up the incense burner on the table, and the unique fragrance was still exuding from the incense burner.

He glanced at the heavy snow outside the window, as if he was introducing it to everyone, and also seemed to be talking to himself: "The first time I met her was when it was snowing for the first time."

Everyone has already guessed that Chuxue has a special meaning to Painter Li.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so abnormal today.

"I'll go back to the room and lie down for a while, everyone, don't worry about me." He turned his head and smiled at everyone, motioning for Li Cui to push him back into the room.

Third Sister Chang came to Song Guichen's side: "Miss Song, what did you say to Painter Li just now? Why did he suddenly change himself?"

Father Chang said: "Your child, it is a good thing that Painter Li can actively cooperate with the treatment. He was originally such a handsome and unrestrained young master."

"Actually, I didn't say anything." Song Guichen smiled wryly. Painter Li just didn't want A Cui to worry, so he made such a deliberate appearance.

"I'm not very optimistic. Although he doesn't want to be as decadent and begging for death today as in the past, but his peaceful appearance makes me worry even more." Song Guichen said, "Anyway, don't be careless, try to look at him—— "

"Don't worry, Ms. Song, my father and I will stay close to Painter Li."

"Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Third Sister Chang shook her head hurriedly, "If it wasn't for Painter Li and A Cui to take in, our father and daughter would have starved to death on the street long ago. This little thing is not hard work."

She looked at the back room, and said distressedly: "It's A Cui, who has been serving at the bedside of Master Li, and hasn't had a good sleep for several days."

Song Guichen also sighed: "He is afraid in his heart, and he has to look at Master Li to be at ease."

Just as he was about to tell Li Cui not to be too nervous, there was a door call from outside. When Song Guichen heard it, he knew that Du Qingshan must be bringing Ah Qi over.

Looking at the sky, it was already dusk.

Du Qi didn't want to go out at first, but Du Qingshan couldn't stay at home, so he just wrapped him up like a rice dumpling and took him out.

I'm afraid he will freeze.

Du Qi slandered: Wouldn't it be good if you don't go out, the fire dragon is burning at home, it's warm, and you want to come out to blow the cold wind?
Is it true that I can't see Sister Song for a day, so I can't think about it?
He thought helplessly in his heart, brother is really an infatuated kind.

Seeing Song Guichen and Father Chang sitting opposite each other and talking leisurely, Du Qi felt that his brother was deeply troubled.

"Xiaochen, is Painter Li feeling better?"

"Today's condition looks good." Song Guichen got up, "If he recuperates at ease, there's no way he can't do well. It's just that he has a difficult problem in his heart, and this person is getting more and more depressed day by day."

"Miss Song, don't worry about going back, Dad and I will take good care of Painter Li."

Song Guichen put on his cloak, and went inside to take another look at Painter Li, seeing him sleeping peacefully, holding the incense burner tightly in his hand, he sighed in his heart.

This painter Li is really crazy about his dead wife.

After telling Li Cui to pay attention to rest, he said goodbye with brothers Du Qingshan.

After listening to Song Guichen's narration, Du Qingshan also sighed.

"There are eight sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness and death, not getting what you want, resentment and resentment, love and separation, and five Yins. These birth, old age, sickness and death are the sufferings of the natural process of life, and they cannot be avoided."

"If the one who dies is a loved one, the pain of death is actually full of love, parting and not being able to ask for it." Song Guichen said, "I can see that Li Painter's expression is more about not being able to ask for his dead wife. It seems that her When his wife was alive, she did not love him."

Du Qingshan smiled suddenly: "Okay, Xiaochen, let's not worry about ourselves. The dead are long gone, and the living should be encouraged. If you have been immersed in grief, how irresponsible are you to your living relatives."

"Ayan." Song Guichen turned his head and glanced at him, his facial features were deep and three-dimensional, and there was a slight smile on his handsome face, "You're right."

She reached out to hold Du Qingshan's hand, completely forgetting that Du Qi was still following them.

Du Qi: I just don't talk, don't pretend that I don't exist.

"If, I mean if, if one day I die, will you feel bad?" Song Guichen asked playfully suddenly.

Du Qingshan felt his heart twisted into a ball just thinking about it, and he gave her a hard chestnut.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you die, I will become a monk!"

"I'm just talking casually."

(End of this chapter)