Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Jing Chun's clothes were scattered and she didn't even have any shoes on. After running a few steps, she realized that she was not properly dressed.

She didn't dare to run anywhere else. She was afraid of being discovered and didn't know how to explain, so she opened the door and went in at will.

Jing Chun hugged her knees tightly and pressed her thin back against the door.

This is Jiang Hejin's study.

Her heart still couldn't calm down for a while, like the sharp end of porcelain scratching against a stone. She trembled and clenched her hand in an attempt to calm down.

The breeze blew through the gauze in front of the window, and the moonlight shone through the window. She looked at the clear moonlight, and the faint silver light was cool and deep, and it happened to shine on an orchid with a plain crown and a tripod in front of the window sill.

The petals are like lotus, the shadow is as quiet as a jade, and the pistils are welcoming and indifferent, like a gentleman who is indifferent and abiding by it. It can bloom in the early autumn and be cared for regularly.

Like a gentleman...

Jing Chun's heart sank, and she felt afraid. She couldn't respond to her sincerity. Maybe Jiang Hejin didn't mean it, but when Jiang Hejin said it, it was like there was a force that pushed Jing Chun in front of a problem, forcing Jing Chun to do something. answer.

If something really happened between her and Jiang Hejin tonight, wouldn't she have desecrated a silent orchid?
Then I think Jing Chun's sense of responsibility is too heavy, so he wants to escape everything to avoid being responsible for Jiang and Jin.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who!" Jing Chun's thoughts were interrupted.

"There is a quilt on the seat in the study that can be used."

Jiang Hejin's words were plain. This was the only thing Jiang Hejin could think of after thinking for a long time.

Jing Chun buried her head under her arms and was quiet for a while before speaking two words in her deep throat, "I'm sorry..."

The two of them are separated by a door, so they can't see each other, and they won't be ashamed.

Jiang Hejin calmed down from his surprise before he came, changed the subject, and simply said: "The orchids on the window sill are blooming, have you seen it?"

"Look," Jing Chun whispered, "the flowers are blooming very well, and they have a graceful appearance."

"On that window sill, jade lotus and wintersweet will be planted in winter, narcissus, lily of the valley, and magnolia will be placed in spring, and occasionally a few gardenias will be placed. In summer, jasmine or white lotus grown in water will be placed. In autumn, it is this plain crown and lotus tripod. I have also seen silver osmanthus, and its fragrance is long-lasting."

Jiang Hejin's words were unhurried and slow, like reciting a gentle poem by the lake.

Jing Chunhui unconsciously imagined the appearance of the flowers, and the frightened look he just felt gradually dissipated. He raised his head and said in a confused voice: "Why...are they all white?"

Jiang Hejin probably guessed that Jing Chun was not in good condition now.

Jing Chun is a painter, these flowers are all white, or they are similar, jade tea, gelatin, mountain alum, plain flowers, etc... each has its own subtle differences.

However, Jing Chun no longer had the extra energy to think about such meticulous matters.

"how about you?"

"what?"

"Have you ever thought about putting pear blossoms on the windowsill?"

"Pear blossoms?" Jing Chun was slightly surprised, but he could imagine the scene of snow-white pear blossoms floating in the world in spring, like pale shadows in the sun, connected into many tiny fragments.

Jing Chun's thoughts began to drift away, and the daughter began to recall everything about the original owner, gradually entering the first person. After being silent for a long time, she slowly spoke, "Under the sharp spring breeze, all the pear blossoms fell in fear of the dawn bell."

The cold and wild east wind in early spring makes the grass and trees dare not put on makeup easily, but they are afraid that when the dawn bell rings tomorrow, people will find the pear blossoms falling to the ground.

The arrogant and fearful spring breeze, the pitiful but determined pear blossoms, the world is inherently contradictory and colorful. At night, everything is quiet, with the occasional chirping of insects, as if many things that were originally noisy and contentious can be calmed down in a moment.

Then, Jing Chun replied: "Actually, I don't like pears."

"Why?"

"Too much, because... too much..."

Jing Chun raised his head and began to recall everything that had happened to the original owner, "There are many pear trees in Gusu, and there are several in the yard of my aunt's house. They said they were there before my aunt got married. Whenever there are pear trees in this season, When the time comes, the pear tree will bear a lot of pears, some are sour and some are sweet, but I can’t name those pears.”

Jing Chun continued: "They couldn't eat so many pears. Those pears were not a good thing in the first place. They didn't lack the money, so they couldn't give them away. It would be a pity to throw them away, so they gave them to me. The beginning Sometimes I still feel the sweetness of pears, but there are too many, I eat too much, and over time, I don’t like them anymore.”

Jing Chun's mood has returned to calmness, and the uneasiness in his heart has dissipated as he recounted his memories.

"Wouldn't it be better if you don't eat?"

"I dare not say no."

Jing Chun was fashionable and young, and she was in foster care. There were some things she didn't dare to say, and she had to bear many things by herself.

Jiang Hejin was wrapped in a cloak and held another cloak in his hand, intending to give it to Jing Chun.

He didn't hear the sound in the room and guessed that Jing Chun didn't pick up the quilt on the seat either.

Jiang Hejin was thinking about how to make Jing Chun pay attention to keeping warm, but they were also worried that their words would make Jing Chun more afraid.

But Jing Chun opened the door. His slightly disheveled hair and thin body made people feel pity for him, so Jiang Hejin put the cloak in his hands on Jing Chun.

"Let's go back."

what?
Jiang Hejin was stunned for a moment, paying attention to Jing Chun's expression. Jing Chun no longer had the panic just now, but was replaced by calmness and calmness.

Jing Chun walked out with bare feet. She was used to digesting her worries internally, just like dealing with so many pears that she didn't dare to say no to.

Jiang Hejin couldn't stand it anymore, so he took off his shoes and placed them in front of Jing Chun, "The ground is cold."

Jing Chun shook his head and smiled slightly, "No need, it's not late autumn yet."

Jiang Hejin didn't put on any more shoes, but just held them and walked side by side with Jing Chun.

"Sorry," Jiang Hejin just looked at the road ahead and said calmly, "Did it scare you?"

Jing Chun lowered his head and looked at his steps, "Sorry, did I scare you too?"

For Jiang Hejin, it was not that they were scared, but they were somewhat disappointed.

Maybe he was expecting Jing Chun to respond to his feelings, but he didn't expect that Jing Chun would subconsciously avoid it.

"Fortunately," Jiang Hejin smiled slightly, "I'm too tired. Let's go back and rest early."

"I'm fine too," Jing Chun took a deep breath, not intending to tell the truth. He just said, "It just feels a little sudden. I don't know what to do?"

"Well, it was a little sudden..."

In the peripheral light, the jade-colored cloak seemed to have a faint fluorescent light at night, and the palace seemed even more empty.

Neither of them spoke, but they both had their own embarrassments...