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When Shu Nuan returned to Heng Mansion, he couldn't eat anything. He lay on the table and was thinking about Uncle Sheng.
Uncle Chen knew that she had a bad appetite, so he prepared some light meals.
"Xiao Nuan, eat some."
Shu Nuan could only nod his head, ate a few mouthfuls of porridge, and couldn't help but said in distress: "Uncle Chen, what if... you can't let it go?"
Uncle Chen probably knew what he was thinking, and sighed: "Xiao Nuan, he is much older than you, and he is the prince of the North. What will you do if he abandons you one day?"
"But he risked his life for Shu Nuan. Shu Nuan has him in his heart..."
Even though he is older than Shu Nuan, even if the status of the two is very different, Shu Nuan is still working hard to make himself better and better.
"Uncle Chen has always respected the thoughts of you children. If you insist on telling him, Uncle Chen can't say anything..."
Shu Nuan looked at Uncle Chen, knowing that by saying this, Uncle Chen had tacitly approved her choice.
She felt grateful and helpless.
The next day, Shu Nuan was busy in the business until very late. When she walked out of the business, she saw Sheng Qianmo holding a pack of gummy candies, waiting for her in the cold night.
Shu Nuan blinked gently and walked over.
Along the street, you can still hear the sound of drinking in the market. Shu Nuan lowered his head and slowly ate sweets, holding his little hand. The scene seemed to recreate the scene of shopping in Beicheng in the past.
"Nuan Nuan, I will go back in two days." He has been away from the capital for such a long time, and it is time to go back.
Shu Nuan had expected it, so it was not surprising.
I saw a painting stall on the road. Shu Nuan walked over and asked the young man, "Can I make a painting by myself?"
The younger brother was reasonable, "Yes, but you have to pay."
Sheng Qianmo dug into his pocket.
Shu Nuan sat down, dipped his pen in ink, and maintained a quiet posture.
Sheng Qianmo fell in love with Shu Nuan's appearance. She was like a clear green bamboo sitting there. The fingers holding the pen were white and clean, as beautiful as jade.
Shu Nuan was wearing a snow-green coat and skirt, with light-colored sleeves embroidered with peach blossom patterns, which lay close to the edge of the table, making her wrists slender and white.
She lowered her neck slightly, forming a graceful arc.
His eyes were clear and focused, and his small and red cherry mouth was slightly pursed.
He remembered how many days and nights she had been sitting in his bookcase and concentrating on writing just like she was now.
But Sheng Qianmo only looked at it a few more times, and Shu Nuan raised his head and said, "Don't look at it."
Sheng Qianmo retreated to the stone chair at the back and sat down, watching her painting from a distance.
The painting stall boy smiled and said, "Your brother treats you so well."
Shu Nuan paused in holding the pen, raised his head and glanced at Sheng Qianmo with clear, rippling eyes. His lips were about to move, but he said without audible emotion: "It's uncle."
No one could guess what she was thinking. Even Sheng Qianmo just thought that Shu Nuan was using their age difference to remind him not to have delusions.
The painting stall boy did not feel the undercurrent of the eye contact between the two. Instead, he was quite surprised and said: "The girl's uncle is really young, just like your brother."
Shu Nuan lowered her head and said something casually, refusing to let the painting stall boy watch her paint.
"Nuan Nuan, what did you draw?"
Until Shu Nuan stopped writing, Sheng Qianmo finally couldn't help but ask.
Shu Nuan looked at the person in the painting and whispered: "My sweetheart."
Sheng Qianmo, who was looking for embarrassment, pursed his thin lips.