Song Tong also watched silently. He let go of his hand and stood silently behind Ji Xiang, looking at the "Picture of Winter Plum Blossoms" with her.
What originally hung in this place was not Bai's painting, but a very satisfactory copy of "Lanting Preface" copied by Song Tong. Bai was indeed fond of writing and ink, but in the end he only stayed at the stage of liking it, a How easy is it for an out-and-out Beidi person to learn good painting skills? Bai also learned from Song Tong after marrying Song Tong. Over the years, he has accumulated a lot of Hinayana knowledge. However, in Song Tong's view, Bai's paintings are nothing more than a small show, but Bai She was so high-spirited that she never stopped writing over the years. She only ruined one painting and another, always feeling dissatisfied. This painting was her final painting, because the night she finished it, she left this place forever. world.
After the funeral, Song Tong framed the "Picture of Winter Plum Blossoms" with his own hands and hung it in the study.
At this moment, facing the dazzling red dots of red plums on the painting, what else does Jixiang not understand
Jixiang's originally tense body suddenly relaxed, and she was about to fall. Song Tong hurriedly stepped forward to give him a hand, but Jixiang silently shook off his hand. When she spoke again, her voice was already gone. Shockingly calm: "It's getting late. Brother, please take a rest early. Ji Xiang will take your leave."
"Jixiang..." Song Tong frowned suddenly when he saw her like this. He wanted to say something to Jixiang, but he didn't know where to start.
He knew early on that he was a cowardly, incompetent and annoying scholar. In the past six months, he had been immersed in the deep longing for his deceased wife and wished he could go with the Bai family, but he couldn't, not only because of his superior. Like an old father, there is also a young child. Everyone knows that Mr. Song is affectionate, but in fact, he is fully aware of his fear and selfishness.
He didn't want to die, he wanted to live. Even with the deep guilt towards Bai, he still wanted to live. He comforted himself that the fear of death was inevitable, even though he had said in the past that "it's better to die than live". It's disdain.
But since when did his eyes stay on Ji Xiang's body longer and longer
But why was he increasingly reluctant to enter the study and face the scarlet "Picture of Winter Plum Blossoms"
He is more selfish, more despicable, and more ordinary and cowardly than he thought.
While he was immersed in the endless longing for his deceased wife, he was also looking forward to the early departure of this year's cold winter. He had never thought that he was so eager to look forward to the arrival of warm spring this year.
"Song Tong, don't say anything. I'm already embarrassed." Jixiang suddenly turned around and looked at her with calm eyes, just like the two of them meeting for the first time, and also like the cold silence after a great enlightenment. She was dry and dry. His lips moved and he spoke the second half of the sentence softly, "Don't make me more embarrassed."
Song Tong was suffocated. Facing Ji Xiang's calm and indifferent face, he couldn't say anything anymore. He didn't dare to look into those eyes anymore, and he lowered his head silently.
"From tomorrow on, I will try my best to be the eldest lady of the Song family, and I will not embarrass you and dad." After a pause, Ji Xiang called softly, "Song Tong."
The voice was very gentle, with a bit of expectation and sadness.
"Ah?" Song Tong raised his head and looked at Jixiang. At this moment, facing Jixiang under the red plum, he was confused and confused.
"Nothing." Jixiang held his lips, then turned and walked out the door.
Yeah, nothing really.
But starting from tomorrow, I, the eldest lady of the Song Dynasty, will no longer have the opportunity or the position to call you by your name like this.
In the twists and turns of the corridor, Ji Xiang silently wiped away the cold tears from his eyes.
In mid-May of the second year of Tianding
Qinghai General Mansion.
back yard.