Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 512 Ugly
The remaining few photos are all ugly old people.

Xiuyun laughed jokingly: "Madam, are you planning to paint a hundred ugliness pictures? But none of them are finished."

As dusk approached, Xiuyun and Xiuling brought food to Madam, Madam didn't like to light up lights, and once it was dark, she couldn't see anything, so they delivered dinner in half an hour.

Walking to the door, I saw that my wife had gotten up, and was painting again with her back to the door.

The setting sun shone into the room, shining golden on her body.

The weather is sweltering, and the lady is only wearing a thin gauze, which fits lightly to her muscles. She has a pretty and charming figure, and her slender waist is round and round, like a fairy peach with a slight grin.

The breeze at dusk gently blew up a burst of veils, rippling leisurely, like ripples on the surface of a lake, glowing softly with the daughter's muscles and bones.

Under the luster of the gauze, the slender and charming legs are hazy and pretty.

Xiuyun and Xiuling looked at each other, who could bear it.

Seeing Madam concentrating on painting, her arms like a chivalrous woman dancing a sword, Xiuyun tentatively called out: "Madam."

If the wife agrees, they will go in, if the wife does not answer, they will stand at the door and wait without disturbing.

Sima Yunxue didn't respond, just holding on to the brush, pausing to draw with ink.

As time passed, night fell quietly, a bright moon hung high in the sky, and there was only a faint light that sneaked in in the room.

Seeing that Madam was still painting, Xiu Ling asked in a low voice, "Can Madam see it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his wife stop.

Sima Yunxue looked at the ugly man in the painting. She could draw all kinds of poses for this ugly man, but she didn't dare to draw the eyes.

Humans are so strange, they torture themselves for some dignity and meaning even though they desire it very much.

But if these things are lost, how can a person be called a person.

Each person, or with others, has such dignity, meaning... and other illusory things to constitute a life.

The moonlight is reflected on the paper and on the ugly man in the painting. This face is gloomy, and it seems to be smiling at her dimly.

A distant call faintly came from my ear——Xiaoyun...

Sima Yunxue replied confusedly with red lips: "At..."

He suddenly picked up his pen to put his eyes on this ugly man without eyes.

The tip of the pen hangs down, and Sima Yunxue puts down the pen.

The person in the painting has a rough figure and an ugly face, except for his eyes that reveal the demeanor of a proud gentleman.

Sima Yunxue giggled coquettishly, and she stretched her arms and danced like a girl.

She was dancing and laughing at the same time, her laughter was full of the cuteness of a young girl, but also revealed a maverick rebellion.

The two women at the door were dumbfounded, Madam was too sad, depressed for too long, crazy?
Sima Yunxue floated to the yard with her slender feet like immortals, and danced while brushing her gauze dress.

Or pull out the skirt and spin, graceful and graceful.

Or the clothes will be swaying, and the yarn will move like water.

Or leap on tiptoe, strong and powerful.

……

Every movement, every expression is interpreting a beautiful fairy posture.

In the end, this ethereal and mysterious woman merged with the faint moonlight.

At this moment, Xiuyun and Xiuling were already shocked by the beauty presented by Sima Yunxue.

They have long forgotten that noble and indifferent lady, and they only have a woman who is as beautiful as a fairy and as elegant and gentle as water in their eyes.

"I'm dying."

A clear and beautiful sound like a mountain spring came, and the two women saw their wife limp on the ground.

Sima Yunxue dances for Xie Fu, for the first time her heart beats and the man she falls in love with for the first time.

She can only dance for this man where he can't see or hear him.

The real her, his little rhyme.

She is as passionate as the sun, as gentle as water, as charming as a flower, as unrestrained as she is, and as heart-beating as she is fascinated by the moonlight.

"lady!"

Xiuyun and Xiuling both exclaimed and approached.

Sima Yunxue heard it, but she didn't like the word. She lowered her eyes and seemed to hear someone calling her—Xiao Yun.

who is it?

Who would dare to call her that.

Only him.

Sima Yunxue looked back, he smiled and stood not far away.

His smile was so warm, a wave of warmth flowed through his heart, and the sadness and melancholy locked in his heart were melted in an instant.

Life is thin, meeting you is enough.

She is dying, so happy.

"Xiuyun, hurry up and call Miss."

……

One of Wang Wan's ancestors knelt in the hall of filial piety and silently recited the scriptures of filial piety for his deceased father.

According to etiquette, twice a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, but Wang Wanzhi added one more in the evening.

During these hundred days of filial piety, she must do her best with all her heart.

Father, your daughter has not brought you any blessings in this life. She is terminally ill, but instead makes you worry and worry all day long. She is too thin and weak to be with you all the time.

My daughter is not unfilial, she just doesn't want you to worry about me, she wants you to know that my daughter has grown up and can be independent, and I don't want to see you worry about my illness.

Now her daughter's terminal illness has been cured, and she has found a good husband. My daughter likes him very much, loves him very much, and he treats her daughter very well.

The rest of my daughter's life will be full of hardships, father, you don't have to worry about your spirit in heaven, I hope father, you can let go of all the fetters and go to heaven as soon as possible...

At this moment, Yan Yu and Xiu Yun hurried to the door of Xiaotang: "Miss, madam has fainted."

Wang Wanzhi was startled when she heard the words, immediately stood up, walked out, and asked, "What's going on?"

On the way, Xiuyun simply drew his wife, and suddenly giggled and danced.

Passed out while dancing.

Seeing that she hadn't arrived yet, Xiuyun casually told the story of his wife's sickness and her closeness these days.

Wang Wanzhi was shocked when she heard the words, I didn't know what my mother was like these days, it was really unfilial.

When I came to the yard, I saw my mother lying on the ground, and Xiuling stood by.

Xiuling saw Wang Wanzhi as if seeing a savior, and called out, "Miss."

Wang Wanzhi squatted down, touched her mother's breath, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I just passed out temporarily."

Xiuyun asked: "Why did you faint?"

Wang Wanzhi didn't respond, she lowered her head and looked at her, only to see her mother's stunning face revealed a look of sadness.

Tears were hanging from the corners of his eyes, making him look so cute and pitiful.

Wang Wanzhi's heart trembled, and her mother's words sounded in her ears - have you ever seen me cry.

Yes, she never saw her mother cry,

Could it be that his mother only cried behind her back, but never in front of her.

When my father passed away, my mother must have been extremely sad, but she didn't show it in front of me. She has been enduring and restraining herself these days.

Mother, Wanzhi is no longer a child. Wanzhi has the courage to face the parting of life and death. Why do you still treat Wanzhi like a child and lie to her.

Thinking of this, Wang Wanzhi's heart ached even more: "Help Madam back to the room first."

The four girls hurriedly helped Mrs. Wang back to the room.

As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw that the room was pitch black and desolate, so Wang Wanzhi said, "Yan Yu, light the lamp."

Yan Yu freed her hand: "Yes, Miss."

Xiuyun hurriedly said: "Don't light it, Madam doesn't like lighting lamps."

(End of this chapter)