Star Dome Railway: Give the man you love a home

Chapter 698 Pepper Hill x Original Heroine 108

Ruan Yan went in yesterday to steal medicine, but today all the medicine was confiscated by Jiao Qiu.

When stealing the medicine yesterday, Ruan Yan did not go in to take a good look at what other treasures and good things were inside. Only now did she think of going in to take a look.

Ruan Yan moved the vase away and walked into the dark room. When she walked inside, Ruan Yan discovered that there were many portraits placed inside, and they were all of her.

Ruan Yan counted and found that there were 1052 portraits, all of which were painted by Jiaoqiu in the past five years.

Ruan Yan's solo portraits cover various angles, as well as various scenes that she and Jiaoqiu experienced together. There are poems next to each portrait.

The first portrait depicts her first confession to Jiaoqiu five years ago. The woman in the painting is lifelike and bright. The poem in the title of this painting is:

"Peach and plum blossoms are so charming in the wind, I feel my heart is moved by spring...willows are so tender in spring, this feeling is hard to be tied down."

Ruan Yan stared at these portraits, reading all the way back to the three years when she was away.

The portraits from these three years are permeated with a slightly oppressive atmosphere; if one looks closely, the brushstrokes seem to have penetrated deeply into the wood.

The portrait also seemed to be stained with blood, making people feel deeply the heart-wrenching sorrow and pain.

Ruan Yan continued browsing until she saw the scene of her dancing on the stage when they met again later...

Ruan Yan stared at it intently until she saw the most recent painting, which was drawn yesterday. It showed them playing and frolicking in the yard.

I drew it yesterday, but I didn't have time to write any poems on it. Ruan Yan smiled, picked up the brush beside her, dipped it in ink, and wrote, "Jiaoqiu is a pig's head. Ruan Yan visited here."

Ruan Yan then became fascinated by a lot of other things she liked in the darkroom, and she couldn't stop playing with them.

It was not until Ruan Yan raised her head again that she saw Jiao Qiu looking at her with a smile.

"My husband, your inscription has greatly reduced the value of this painting."

Jiao Qiu looked at Ruan Yan with a smile, holding a fan and waving it gracefully. Although his words were reproachful, there was no blame in his tone, but instead revealed a deep doting.

"Are your paintings expensive?" Ruan Yan raised her head and said disapprovingly.

"It's not expensive. This is the amount my paintings are worth on the market..." Jiao Qiu smiled and held up three fingers.

"Three hundred?" Ruan Yan asked. After seeing Jiao Qiu shaking his head, she asked again, "Three thousand? Thirty thousand?"

After seeing Jiao Qiu shaking his head again, Ruan Yan said in surprise, "Then I'll clean this up right away! Also, sell all the other paintings! Our family will make a fortune!"

"What are you selling? I'm not selling." Jiao Qiu tapped Ruan Yan's forehead with his fan and continued with a smile, "Since you happen to be here, I'll paint a few more pictures."

When Ruan Yan and Jiao Qiu came out of the dark room, a long time had passed.

Recalling what happened just now, the blush on Ruan Yan's cheeks was hard to fade away. It was obviously a very serious painting at first, but her uncle-master ended up painting it like that.

Alas, as expected, once the literati and poets immerse themselves in artistic creation, there is no room for ordinary people like them.

It was her fault, her uncle was just painting normally but she insisted on teasing him.

However, those portraits were eventually torn into pieces by her uncle and shredded completely in a shredder.

At night, Ruan Yan snuggled in Jiaoqiu's arms and hugged Jiaoqiu's tail to sleep. Ruan Yan was very satisfied with her uncle who exuded the scent of roses.