Let her be arrogant

Sheng Lanqing carefully opened the folded rice paper, and a familiar yet unfamiliar Chinese painting appeared in front of her.

There is a branch with lush leaves and plums hanging heavily on the branch. Some of them have fallen to the ground.

This is a painting she once drew for Xi Yu.

Xi Yu, who had just turned twenty-six at the time, was at the best age of her life. She was not that young and not too mature.

She was obsessed with Xi Yu's beautiful voice. As soon as she finished her studies, she followed him around, hoping to learn something from him and fulfill her dream of becoming famous at a young age.

Mr. Xi Yu teased her and asked her if she was a drunkard who didn't care about drinking.

It’s not about Kunqu Opera, but about him.

She immediately became annoyed, lost her temper, and left without looking back.

Xi Yu smiled tenderly, grabbed her, and bought her rose cake to make her happy.

Even if I only have a little change left, I have to buy a bunch of candied haws on a stick and share half with her.

Sheng Lanqing thought that the two were a perfect match, so she used her best traditional Chinese painting to express her love to him implicitly.

There are plum blossoms, but they are actually seven plum blossoms! I beg you, a common man, for good luck!

There are plum blossoms, but they are actually plum blossoms! I beg you, a common man, to be like today!

I like you, Xi Yu.

You should also like me, right?

Girl Sheng Lanqing held the painting in front of Xi Yu with great joy, and also gave it a bottle of carefully folded stars.

At that time, it was very popular to fold stars and paper cranes with your own hands to express love. It was said that if you folded the number one thousand, good luck would come to you.

Sheng Lanqing only stacked a small bottle before she felt so tired that her wrists were sore.

She also thought confidently that her willingness to be with Xi Yu should be his greatest blessing and wish.

He shouldn't expect anything else.

But maybe there really aren't enough stars stacked.

Xi Yu only smiled and glanced at the bottle of stars and said, "Kid, you are almost twenty years old, why are you still so childish?"

Sheng Lanqing was about to cry at that time, pursed her lips tightly, and stared at him unblinkingly.

Xi Yu was stunned for a long time, maybe thinking that she looked too pitiful, so he felt a little compassion and took the painting from her hand.

"Kid," he looked at it for a long time, then raised his head and asked her, "Are the peaches you drew a little small?"

The ends of his eyes were red, as if he couldn't hold back his laughter and was holding back tears.

Sheng Lanqing clearly heard that her young girl's heart, which had just developed feelings for her, was shattered with a "snap".

She was so angry that she turned around and ran out, running slower and slower, and finally moved out bit by bit.

She waited for Xi Yu to come to her, just like every time in the past.

But he didn't come in the end, and he tried every means to coax her.

Even when Xi Yu wanted to leave at the end, she refused to let him go.

He also said coldly: "Sheng Lanqing, who do you think you are? Stop being so sentimental."

Outside the unclosed door, there were faint sounds of footsteps approaching from far away.

Sheng Lanqing woke up with a start and found something cold on her face. When she touched it, she realized it was tears.

She quickly pulled off the tissue, wiped away her tears carefully, crumpled the used toilet paper into a ball, and threw it into the wastepaper basket.

"still busy?"

Xi Yu appeared at the door. Before he had changed out of his suit, his knuckled fingers grasped the tie and loosened it.

Under the cold white light, his whole body was covered with a layer of moonlight gentleness, and he looked over with a smile.

His eyes fell on Sheng Lanqing's hand. He didn't ask carefully, but was waiting for her answer calmly.

It's like a seasoned hunter who opens a trap, waits for the rabbit to jump, and finally steps into the trap range.

"I'd like to see your file for reference."

Sheng Lanqing explained somewhat awkwardly. "I haven't touched any important documents. They're all on the outside. I just accidentally touched a few books and I'm cleaning them up."

She watched Xi Yu's eyes slowly soften, pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry."

Being allowed such power and her actually using it are two different concepts.

In the process of Sheng Lanqing's feeble defense, she suddenly realized that she was really afraid of him.

Even if Xi Yu allows her to play tricks and lose her temper.

And no matter what kind of request she made, he would agree and do it for her immediately.

But she still carefully kept her bottom line and didn't dare to be really presumptuous in front of him.

"Are you hurt?"

Xi Yu frowned, walked over quickly, and held her hand.

The painting fell lightly to the ground when she was not careful.

"No."

Sheng Lanqing was slow for a moment before she realized that Xi Yu was asking if she was hurt by the book.

"I'm very good."

Sheng Lanqing bent down and wanted to pick up the painting on the ground, but Xi Yu took it in his hand first.

"give me back."

She was so excited that she reached out to him arrogantly and asked for the painting that he had given away many years ago.

Xi Yu sighed and said helplessly: "Why do you have the nerve to take it back when you wanted to give it to me? Sheng Qingqing, are you still being reasonable?"

Sheng Lanqing was annoyed and asked: "My painting doesn't look good, and you don't like it either. Why can't you give it back to me?"

Xi Yu sat elegantly in front of her, slowly took the thick notebook, folded the paintings again, and inserted them inside.

"No matter how ugly something is, if you give it to me, it will be mine."

He glanced at her arrogantly, saw Sheng Lanqing's stern face, and directly took her waist, let her sit between his legs, and pinched her cheek.

"I don't think I've asked you yet, where did the bottle of stars go?"

Xi Yu's hands rubbed her slender waist, and the hot temperature was transmitted through only a thin layer of fabric.

Sheng Lanqing was a little absent-minded, but when she realized what she was doing, she immediately said, "I gave it to someone else. You don't want it anyway."

In fact, I am not embarrassed to give it to others.

It was so pretentious at the time that she wrote her best wishes to Xi Yu on every piece of cellophane paper stacked with stars, and specially marked his name.

The star falls into someone else's hands, and if one day it falls apart and the writing inside is exposed...

She really couldn't afford to lose face, and she couldn't bear to waste her hard work.

In the end, I simply bought a small iron box, threw it in and locked it together with other pretentious items.

"Even for this painting, I painted twenty or thirty paintings at the same time. You are the only one who dislikes my poor painting skills."

Sheng Lanqing continued, trying his best to save face for himself back then.

She really didn't want Xi Yu to know that it took her more than a month and more than two hundred paintings to select the most satisfactory one.

He must have despised her for being so eager.

"How about I draw you a new one now?"

Sheng Lanqing raised her face and saw that Xi Yu's expression did not change. She just assumed that he was acquiescing. She stood up and went to find paper and pen, but was pulled back by Xi Yu.

His voice was as sultry as bones, and there was a careless smile in his eyes.

"Sheng Qingqing, why don't you paint on me?"

Sheng Lanqing's face quickly turned red and she stared blankly at him as he unbuttoned his shirt one by one.