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Chapter 1887 The Knife You Can’t Hold, You Can’t Let Go: Jin Yiwei 18
"Bring one more quilt to my room." Xu Yiqiu turned around and entered the room after leaving this sentence.

"Ok!"

half an hour later
Song Xu looked at the paintings he had drawn. Compared with before, it was like a sky and an earth.

Although it is only a basic painting, it can also make him very happy.

"Master Song, I really want to ask you a question." Xi Ying handed him a cup of hot water.

"What?" Song Xu took it over.

Touching the teacup, he could feel that the water temperature inside was just right. He raised his eyes and glanced at Xi Ying, and saw the girl in front of him with gentle and delicate features.

It's pleasing to watch.

"Why do you want to learn to draw?" Xi Ying asked.

This is a question that Xi Ying has been curious about since the very beginning.

Although Xi Ying didn't see what Song Xu's attack was like, but since he was able to do it, it proved that his skills were certified by the court and he was an absolute master.

Jin Yiwei is usually very busy, even if he has spare time, it shouldn't be painting.

Is it possible that you still want to use painting to cultivate your body and mind?
What's more, when Xi Ying saw Song Xu's painting yesterday, it was obvious that she had no foundation at all.

Why did he want to learn a new field from scratch?

Song Xu took a sip of water, felt the warm liquid flow from his throat to his chest, exhaled slightly, and said, "Because I want to leave something behind."

Leave something behind?
These words gave Xi Ying an indescribably weird feeling.

"I know, no one will care, but I still want to stay." Song Xu's voice was a little low when he spoke.

Xi Ying couldn't help but look at him, and saw the melancholy and sadness in his eyes.

This was the first time Xi Ying saw this kind of emotion in Song Xu's body.

"I am Jin Yiwei. On the surface, many people respect me and fear me, but in fact, I know very well that they all hate me. I have a lot of blood on my hands, good people, bad people, maybe in the end, And get my own."

Song Xu put down his teacup and stood up, walked to the bedside to look at the night sky.

"I want to learn to paint, draw the world in my eyes, and keep it. Maybe one day, someone will understand."

"Understand what?" Xi Ying's voice was soft, as if afraid of disturbing a dream.

"Understood me..."

"Cough cough!"

Just when Song Xu was about to say something following Xi Ying's question, he suddenly coughed violently.

He covered his mouth with his hands and coughed, his back trembling violently due to coughing.

"Mr. Song, are you alright?" Xi Ying asked as she stood up and looked at his back worriedly.

"Ahem..." Song Xu coughed one last time before putting down his hand.

He didn't look at the bloodstains on the palm of his hand, but just held the palm tightly so that no one could see it.

He looked up at the stars all over the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "The night is so beautiful tonight."

From where Xi Ying was, she couldn't see the scene outside the window.

Song Xu looked back at her, under the light of the candle, he couldn't see his slightly pale face.

He raised a smile, like the gentle wind blowing on his face in spring.

He said, "Xi Ying, come here, let's watch the stars together."

Xi Ying came down and walked to his side.

The two stood by the window together, looking at the sky.

Stars as bright as the Milky Way cover the sky and cover the sky, truly dazzling and spectacular.

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There is an update, I will go to eat first, and I will write after eating

(End of this chapter)