The meal was almost the same as usual, but the conversation was a bit less than usual, and the atmosphere was a bit less flavorful.
But Mo Shichen didn't seem to notice, and he didn't tease or say anything to coax her like she usually did when she was in a low mood. He just finished the meal naturally and normally.
After Wen Yi finished eating, she went upstairs with a cup of hot drink. He looked at her back with deep eyes, but did not call her to stop or follow her up.
She went back to the study alone, picked up a book from the bookshelf, walked to the chair in front of the desk and sat down, opened it again, lowered her head and started to read, but... Although she seemed to have read every word, Not a single complete sentence entered the brain.
Pregnant women are prone to sadness and exaggerated emotions... right
She even complained about that man. Even if what he was doing in the middle of the night was his own business, his leaving in the middle of the night not only affected her sleep, but the incident itself seriously affected her mood.
When Wen Yi thought about it, it seemed as if she had finally found a reason to express her resentment.
When he came up later, she would just ignore him. She thought so, and she felt much more comfortable. Pregnant women were already suffering, so why should she give him excuses? It was his fault. , making her unhappy.
Really angry, there was a knock on the door suddenly.
"Madam, are you there?"
It was Su's mother's voice, maybe because when she was complaining, she was thinking of him at the same time. When she knocked on the door just now, her heart was moved, but it turned out that it was not him, and there was some subtle disappointment in her heart.
"Yes, come in."
Mother Su unscrewed the doorknob and walked in with a kind and gentle smile, "Madam, the eldest son asked me to ask you to come down. He has something to see you."
Wen Yi had some resentment towards him in her heart, but she immediately said unwillingly, "If he comes to me for something, won't he come up on his own?"
He also had the nerve to ask her to run up and down a pregnant woman.
"This... I don't know, but since the eldest son said so, there may be something special, so you should go there."
Wen Yi pursed her lips, a little forced but still nodded in agreement, "Okay."
She separated the book in her hand and put it on its back, got up and walked out the door.
Mother Su took her to the living room, and hurriedly took out a super thick coat to wrap her up, and then tied a scarf.
Wen Yi was confused and asked with a frown, "Where are the others? Do you want to take me out? But it's very late now."
Although it's not dark yet, because it was still snowing this morning, the sun came out in the afternoon, which was the first clear day after the snow.
It's almost sunset now, he takes her out
"No, no, the eldest son said that the weather is nice today and asked me to take you for a walk in the garden."
The snow hasn't melted yet, it's the coldest time, and the weather is nice.
However, Wen Yi didn't say anything and let Su's mother manipulate her. After getting dressed, she went out.
Although it is cold, the beauty is really beautiful.
The afterglow of the sunset sprinkles thinly on the white snow, and the two tones of cold and warm blend together to form a beauty that no one dares to destroy.
Wen Yi could see the man's figure standing on the snow from a distance.
He was standing on a large lawn that seemed empty in the bleak cold air. He was tall, tall, handsome and upright. He was smiling slightly and looking at him and her with a light and doting look. He was as eye-catching as another landscape.
Mother Su had already realized the current situation and withdrew without knowing it.
Wen Yi walked towards him.
After stopping, I looked at him with my eyes, and then looked at the stand that I didn't know what skills he used. There should be something like a board on it, covered with white cloth, obscuring the content.
She flicked the red scarf buried under her chin and asked with a smile, "Is this what you are going to give to me?" As she said this, she studied it again and quickly came to the conclusion, "This is... a painting, right?" ?”
By giving her paintings, Mr. Mo took the literary route.
The smile on Mo Shichen's lips did not increase or decrease. He only took two steps back and stood behind her, "Take a look first."
Wen Yi showed arrogant disgust while reaching out to pull the white cloth, "It's such a cold day and you asked me to come out to look at your paintings. I can't look at them in the study..."
Her voice stopped abruptly.
The shocked expression just stayed on his face.
She covered her face with one hand, feeling stunned and a little confused.
As she guessed, it was indeed a painting, an oil painting.
The content of the painting is exactly the color of snow under the sunset, with white and warm intertwined, like biting cold and soft warmth.
It is not difficult to identify that the place in the painting is the manor.
To be more precise, it is the range they are in.
In the painting, a man wearing a long black coat is kneeling on one knee, while standing in front of him is a woman wearing a light-colored coat with hair that reaches her shoulders but is tucked into her neck by a red scarf.
Looking at their clothes, hairstyle, and even their vague appearance, they can easily tell that the person in the painting is them.
In his painting... this is the scene and this person... this is the moment when she lifts the white cloth.
How could she not be shocked.
After staying there for ten seconds, she suddenly realized that the scene in the painting was a proposal of marriage.
Maybe she should have hesitated for a few seconds to prepare, but her mind suddenly became unclear, or maybe people are not as calm and rational as usual at times like this. She turned around in a daze, without making any mistakes. She met the man's deep smiling eyes.
He was indeed on one knee.
She was still shocked at how this man managed to turn the content of this painting into a proposal scene without missing a second. Huo Sicheng had already spoken slowly. Generally speaking, if he had the intention, he would have already guessed the lines of the proposal. A thousand times, but he looked into her eyes, which were deep and calm, and every word seemed to be spoken with careful consideration on the spot.
"When I first recovered my memory, what I thought about most was not the five years I was away," he said in a low voice and slowly, "but when you first met me... you liked me, and I liked you too. I have a good impression, but we don’t really know each other. Think about it, if you count the regrets and mistakes during those blank years, they should be counted on me... "
Wen Yi stood there, looking at him blankly. She couldn't tell what she was feeling, maybe it was a combination of everything.
She was no longer a young girl in love. She had been married, divorced, then widowed, met again, divorced, and reconciled. She had experienced too much emotionally.
But at this moment, her heart was still numb and hot like the palm of an over-exercised hand.
"I turned a deaf ear to my own good feelings. I liked muse, but I didn't have the enthusiasm to fight for it with all my heart. You are different from me. You have to fight for everything you like. Life seems long, but it is also very short. Just like you Before, I couldn’t count what I had to do, and I was willing to sacrifice everything else in exchange for what I wanted to get. If it wasn’t you who came to me, I would have married anyone else just like I married you—”