Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 162 Crying
Even Jiang Hejin didn't expect that these two words would water Jiang Hejin's dry heart in the future.

Jing Chun changed his clothes and without even saying hello to Jiang Hejin, he got up and headed to Jingzhao Mansion.

On the way, Jing Chun tried to inquire about his feelings for Jiang Hejin, and wondered if what he just said to Jiang Hejin might go against his own heart.

But Jing Chun thought for a long time and found that there was nothing wrong with her answer. From the beginning, she never thought that she would have the shackles of marriage, nor did she think that her relationship with Jiang Hejin would last long. She also looked forward to it in the future. Make peace with each other as soon as possible and you can find yourself. If Jing Chun did not regard Jiang He Jin as a partner from the beginning, then to Jing Chun, Jiang He Jin would be just a person with whom he had a contract from the beginning to the end.

The connection between Jing Chun and Jiang Hejin is only the "friendship" that has been summed up in getting along day by day, and it is not really "admiration". But her heart is like a jar that has already been filled. Jiang Hejin is only a part of the water in the jar. Even if it evaporates due to the hot weather, Jing Chun will not feel sorry. From Jing Chun's point of view, the relationship between Jiang Hejin and her Even if the connection disappears, it is a natural thing.

Jing Chun took a deep breath, and the warm wind blew on Jing Chun's face, which seemed to relieve her anxious heart. She thought about many things, but she didn't understand why Jiang Hejin said "eyes". Why would Jing Chun feel so bitter?

Jing Chun tried to interpret this problem, and after giving herself many hypotheses, Jing Chun figured out that compared to the giving of emotions, Jing Chun was more afraid of Jiang Hejin's use of her. In that case, to Jing Chun, she would I will always be in a passive state, and I'm afraid I won't even have dignity in the end.

I always feel that Jing Chun’s heart is not so difficult to understand. As a person whose spirit and thoughts are not in line with this era, she often tends to a more complete self, or it is precisely because of her thoughts Only if she is different from this society will she want to be different from this society, and she will not be willing to confine her life to this society.

Trying to do the next best thing, Jing Chun never allowed himself to have such thoughts.

However, can this life really be what Jing Chun wants?Can she really pursue freedom?If you can really get what you want, can this life still be called "life"?

The streets are bustling with people, hawkers are constantly shouting, everyone is performing their own duties, this is how the order of this society operates normally, even Jing Chun is one of them.

There is nothing wrong with this world. For Jing Chun, the biggest bad thing is that Jing Chun does not belong to this world. For a moment, she doesn't know whether her thoughts belong to delusion or detachment...

Disappointed, Jing Chun gradually let go of her thoughts, as if she was cleaning up her mood, and seemed to enlighten herself again, she Jing Chun must live for herself!
……

"Wellman!"

From far away, Jing Chun heard someone calling him. When Jing Chun turned around, he saw Zhang Ruolian running over.

"Gong Zhang?"

These few days were busy, and Zhang Ruolian was not around, Jing Chun almost forgot about him.

Zhang Ruolian walked beside Jing Chun in a few steps.

Seeing that Zhang Ruolian's expression was the same as before, Jing Chun thought that Zhang Ruolian should be relieved of Mr. Qing Bai's affairs, and said, "Mr. Zhang is planning to return to work?"

"Well, I have troubled the well worker for the past few days and made the well worker tired. Things are not according to people's wishes. Ruo Lian is selfish. I don't know how to resolve it. I can only choose to escape in the most cowardly way. I am really ashamed of the well worker. "

Seeing that Zhang Ruolian was so sincere, she had no intention of blaming Zhang Gong, and even felt that her approach was too direct and she felt ashamed of Zhang Ruolian.

Jing Chun shook his head, and said lightly: "Where did Mr. Zhang say that? I am happier than anyone else when I see Mr. Zhang come back. You and I are both painters and entered Jingzhao Mansion together. I can't let go of any grudges." ?In my opinion, it is not easy for Zhang Gong to handle this matter calmly. If it were me, I am afraid that I will be even more depressed than Zhang Gong. In a word, Zhang Gong is calm, so am I."

Zhang Ruolian lowered his eyebrows and said somewhat self-deprecatingly: "I, Zhang Ruolian...how can I be so virtuous..."

"I know Zhang Gong's ambition in life, and I know Zhang Gong's ability to judge right from wrong. Zhang Gong doesn't have to feel guilty. It is Zhang Gong who has won my trust with his own ability."

These words seemed to be spoken to Zhang Ruolian, and they also seemed to be spoken to Jing Chun himself, and Jing Chun was also telling himself.

Hearing this, Zhang Ruolian burst into tears, and his hazy eyes gleamed with water.

Jing Chun thought he had said something wrong and said in a panic: "If I said something rude, would Gong Zhang just say it directly? Or should I say that Gong Zhang was bullied somewhere?"

Zhang Ruolian shook his head and wiped away his tears, "No, it's not because of the well workers, it's because I'm deeply touched, I'm not calm, and it's not easy to come to Jingzhao Mansion. Zhao Fu's position, but I am too emotional, unable to strengthen my duty and belief, not half as good as Jing Gong's daughter's family, Ruo Lian... not talented."

But as soon as the words fell, Zhang Ruolian's tears flowed more, and his sobbing became louder and louder.

"This is not the Zhang Gong I know. The young Zhang Gong I know is not a person who sheds tears easily."

"And..." Zhang Ruolian continued: "I don't often hear well workers say these words of comfort to me. Today's well workers don't look like well workers anymore. If it were normal, they might laugh at me seven or eight hundred times. .”

Jing Chun smiled, she didn't feel that there was any change in herself, and the occasional soft heart didn't seem so rare.

Jing Chun didn't speak, but tilted his head slightly, and handed a handkerchief to Zhang Ruolian's eyes.

Zhang Ruolian took the handkerchief, her tear-soaked eyelashes were heavy, like grass wet with dew.

The well worker couldn't control his temper. Seeing Zhang Ruolian crying like a child, he smiled and said, "If Zhang Ruolian keeps crying, there will be an interesting story in Jingzhao Mansion today."

Zhang Ruolian didn't understand, and asked, "What interesting news?"

"Painters in Jingzhao Mansion cry in the street..."

Zhang Ruolian stopped crying immediately. He knew that Jing Chun was not a person who could hold back his temper, so he stuffed the handkerchief into Jing Chun's hand without saying a word.

"Master Zhang is no longer needed?"

Zhang Ruolian wiped away his tears with his hands and said angrily: "No need for that, a real man."

Seeing this, Jing Chun only smiled, and put the handkerchief back again.

(End of this chapter)