He stretched out his uninjured hand, held Wu Xiaoxiao's arm, and pulled Wu Xiaoxiao up from the ground.
Wu Xiaoxiao looked at him with teary eyes, "Relieved?"
She didn't believe it: "Brother, you like drawing so much..."
Brother Wen likes painting so much, loves painting like his life, and will never be able to paint good paintings again, how can he be relieved
If it was her, it would be painful for a lifetime.
"Yes, I like drawing very much," Wen Qiuci said gently, "but I can still draw in the future, can't I?"
Wu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, "But..."
However, senior brother can no longer draw good pictures!
Wen Qiuci understood what she meant, "If you can't draw a good painting, you won't sell it. I keep it for myself. What I like is the feeling when I paint... Moreover, I believe that the skill of painting is important, and the emotion poured into it is even more important." , as long as I express the emotion I want to express in the painting.”
When he sees something he likes, he wants to record it with a brush.
It has been like this since childhood.
Although he will not be able to paint well in the future, he can still hold the brush in his hand to record his mood.
that's it.
Wu Xiaoxiao looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"
She suspected that the senior brother was comforting her.
Wen Qiuci nodded seriously: "Really."
The east corner is lost, and the mulberry elm is harvested.
He lost his status as a talented painter, but gained a brother who made him feel confident, so he should be content.
Of course, if he had to choose between these two, he would probably choose the identity of a talented painter.
But isn't this a choice
Choosing the identity of a talented painter is like choosing to leave the Gu family at the beginning. When he gets old, he may still suspect that he made a wrong choice.
It's all right now, God helped him make a choice, and he doesn't have to regret it in the future.
In this way, it is very good.
Looking at his calm face and eyes, Wu Xiaoxiao finally believed that what he said was the truth.
But she was even more sad.
"Senior brother is such a good person, why did he encounter such a cruel thing? It's all my fault, it's all my fault for senior brother..." She couldn't breathe from crying.
Seeing her crying almost convulsively, Wen Qiuci gently held her hand, "You said, Wu Qingshuang hurt me because you liked me?"
Wu Xiaoxiao cried and nodded, "I'm sorry, brother, I hurt you, I'm sorry..."
"Do you still like me now?" Wen Qiuci looked at her and asked seriously.
"What?" Wu Xiaoxiao was stunned.
Wen Qiuci said: "My right hand is disabled, I am no longer a talented painter, do you still like me?"
Wu Xiaoxiao came back to his senses and nodded frantically, "I like it! Of course I like it! It doesn't matter whether my brother is a genius painter or not. I just like to see how my brother paints, so serious, so beautiful..."
When she fell in love with Wen Qiuci, Wen Qiuci had not yet become famous, and was not yet a talented painter in the eyes of the world.
What she likes is Wen Qiuci, not the name of a talented painter.
"That's good," Wen Qiuci asked softly while holding her hand, "Will you marry me?"
"What, what?" Wu Xiaoxiao was stunned.
Wen Qiuci raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "I don't know why, but I suddenly want to get married, Xiaoxiao, I like you too, will you marry me?"
Wu Xiaoxiao stared at him blankly, completely dumbfounded.
"Aren't you willing?" Wen Qiuci let go of her hand, "Don't force yourself, let alone promise me because of guilt or wanting to make up for me. What I want is real liking, not compensation."
(end of this chapter)