Chapter 224

Zhu Bajie carried his wife

Huang Yuwen still didn't believe it, her bright eyes surround him, and she looked at the ground again, as if she wanted to find someone to come out.

Ye Zhiran smiled and said, "Beautiful painter, stop looking for it. Take the time to paint. I will check your homework later."

"I know!" Huang Yuwen smiled brightly, turned around, and began to immerse herself in the world of pen and mo.

The two things she loves most are painting, and the other is getting along with Ye Zhiran. At this moment, the two things are undoubtedly a happy moment for her.

After the sun rises, the sunlight projectes from the gaps between the leaves to the ground, forming mottled highlights. The place where Huang Yuwen paints is a relatively flat open space, and behind them are a few pine trees of some age. The branches and leaves are like layers of umbrellas, covering a piece of open space under the tree tightly.

The two of them calmed down, one focused on painting, and the other took out a novel to read. It turned out that Ye Zhiran knew to accompany Yu Wen to paint, so he bought an official novel at the bookstore. He heard many people's introductions that this book explained the officialdom very thoroughly. After reading it, everyone who is determined to develop the officialdom will receive a lot of insights and inspiration.

After about an hour, Huang Yuwen completed the composition. The outline of the lake in the city and the important attractions on the lakeside had a light and dark border. She turned around and saw Ye Zhiran sitting on the ground reading seriously, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Feng, what book are you reading?"

Ye Zhiran shook Feng faced her.

"The book title of "Step by Step" is like official novels?"

"Yuwen is so smart!" Ye Zhiran praised and asked, "How? The composition is completed?"

Huang Yuwen nodded happily and said "Yes".

"Then come and take a rest." Ye Zhiran took out a soft cushion and placed it on the plastic cloth.

Huang Yuwen came over with a paintbrush and sat down and asked, "Brother Feng, what does this book say?"

"Talk about the career experience of a college student starting from a township cadre after graduation and going to the provincial party secretary."

"No wonder Brother Feng was interested in reading it, it turned out to be a reference."

"There is a heroine in this book, just like you, who also loves painting. She later became a famous painter and had a lingering love story with the hero. I was very moved to see it."

Huang Yuwen was very interested and stretched out her soft jade hand and said, "Brother Feng, let me take a look."

"This book is very long and thick, and I can't finish it in a while. You can read it again when you go home. Now take a break."

Huang Yuwen sat obediently on the cushion, then quietly moved the cushion, leaned her back against Ye Zhiran's back, and said softly: "Brother Feng, it would be great if she could live like this every day."

"Silly girl, I have a lot of jobs, how can I accompany you to paint every day?"

"So, I cherish this time very much. After I get home, I will draw this." She drew a few strokes in her hand.

"You draw me in the painting, and a silly boy is following a big beauty, and you really look like your book boy."

Huang Yuwen smiled softly and said, "But the beauty likes to stay with the silly boy. Her heart is already all over the silly boy, and no one else will enter the heart."

Ye Zhiran was moved when she heard her confession, and a hint of tenderness slowly grew in his heart. He remembered the story of the three candles told by Monk Kude. Zhang Nianyue, Huang Yuwen, and Ma Yanli. If it were these three candles, then after being with Yuwen for a long time, it would be easy to have special feelings and ignore Nianyue. Thinking of this, he stood up uneasy and said, "Yuwen, let me see how you painted it."

Huang Yuwen didn't know that Ye Zhiran was avoiding her closeness. She stood up lightly, walked to the easel, and asked, "Brother Feng, is this composition OK?"

"Often people say that living and moving the body and nourishing the energy, but they don't know that painting can truly cultivate a person's sentiment. Although my paintings only outline the boundary between light and dark, the majestic momentum in the painting is about to emerge, and it is indeed the atmosphere of a great master."

Huang Yuwen's eyes were full of shyness and joy, and she said, "Brother Feng, don't praise me, go--, don't affect my painting."

When Huang Yuwen finished the painting, it was already noon. Ye Zhiran said, "Yuwen, let's go down the mountain to eat something first. Both of them are singing the empty city plan in their stomachs."

After packing up the painting tools and drawings, Ye Zhiran saw a group of red men and green women walking through the embankment of the lake in the city, embellishing the provincial capital in winter, which was different from the blue cloth clothes that were all the more than ten years ago.

The battle between the market economy and the planned economy is essentially a battle between reform and conservative. Just like the clothing and decorations of young men and women by the lake in the city, in the eyes of old-school people, it is obviously full of petty bourgeois sentiment and charming and weird dresses; and in the eyes of young men and women, this is fashion and avant-garde, and a symbol of the continuous progress of the times.

Ye Zhiran was ecstatic when he suddenly heard Huang Yuwen beside him screaming "ah" and turned his head to look at him. He saw Huang Yuwen bent down and touching his ankle with a grin.

Ye Zhiran hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Yu Wen?"

Huang Yuwen said: "Brother Feng, I was sprained to my ankle by a stone."

Ye Zhiran put the things in his hand beside him, bent down and rubbed her ankle, and asked, "Is it hurt so much? Can you still walk?"

"I'll try."

Ye Zhiran reached out to support her body, and asked Huang Yuwen to stand up slowly. Seeing that Huang Yuwen supported the weight of her body on her right leg, she gently tapped her left foot and immediately shrank back in pain.

At this time, Ye Zhiran and Huang Yuwen were halfway up the mountain and could not sit down and rest. Ye Zhiran saw that the downhill road was not steep and said, "Yuwen, I will carry you down the mountain."

Ye Zhiran carried Huang Yuwen on his back and handed the things on the ground to Huang Yuwen, asking Huang Yuwen to hold them with both hands and put them on his chest, and slowly walked down the mountain.

This is Ye Zhiran's second time carrying Huang Yuwen, but this time it is different from the first time when he was carrying Huang Yuwen in the West Mountain. The same is true for Huang Yuwen. The first time he was carrying her down the mountain was bitten by a snake, and they both were a little nervous, but this time they didn't feel so anxious. The first time was a hot day, and the two wore very little clothes, almost touching each other; this time it was winter, and the two were separated by thick clothes. The first time, Huang Yuwen lay on his back, and when her emotions were undepressed, she lowered her head and left a deep kiss on Ye Zhiran's neck; at this time, there were many tourists on the road, and although Huang Yuwen was interested, she was embarrassed to kiss him. But there were still shyness and joy in her heart.

She likes that the longer the road, the better.

Ye Zhiran has good physical strength, and the feeling of carrying a beautiful woman on her back is different, so why don’t she feel tired?

After going down the mountain, Ye Zhiran put Huang Yuwen on a seat by the lake, helped her take off her shoes, held them in her hand and rub them gently until Huang Yuwen could move her joints by herself. He knew that she could not walk more at this time and wanted to go to have a meal, but she had to give up at this time.

"Yuwen, your foot is injured. I'll take you to the hospital first, and then take you home after the medicine is prescribed."

"What should I do if I eat that? We didn't eat it."

"You sit here for a while, I'll go to the snack bar next to buy some steamed buns."

"No, I can't walk now. What if a bad person comes after you leave?"

Ye Zhiran looked at her eyes and thought to himself, "This girl wants me to carry her to the snack bar." After thinking about it, she was really worried about leaving an injured beauty here, so she had to say, "Then I'll carry you to the snack bar."

Huang Yuwen nodded repeatedly.

On the way, Ye Zhiran joked: "I am Zhu Bajie carrying his wife, which makes people jealous!"

Huang Yuwen laughed out loud on his back, but did not reply.

After eating the snacks, Ye Zhiran called a taxi and took Huang Yuwen to the First People's Hospital to see a doctor. The doctor saw that it was a soft tissue injury, so he gave a few instructions after prescribing the medicine.

He called a taxi and drove into the provincial party committee family community. Ye Zhiran sent Huang Yuwen into the house. Huang Minhai and Lin Ruzhen were not at home. Only the servants were there. Ye Zhiran helped Huang Yuwen into her bedroom and said, "Yuwen, you have a good rest. I will go back to Changjia tonight, and I will talk to you again when I arrive at Changjia."

Huang Yuwen said with reluctance on her face and said, "Can't you go back tomorrow morning?"

Ye Zhiran was in her boudoir and knew that it would be even more difficult to deal with it if she stayed there. She shook her head firmly and said, "No, I will go to many leaders' homes to pay New Year's greetings tomorrow. If I go back late, I will not have time to make arrangements."

Huang Yuwen nodded and said, "Then you go back, remember to call me."

"I know, you have to rest more and walk less, otherwise you will become a beauty at the foot of the sloping feet in the future."

"You brought my drawing board and paper brush in, and I sat on the bed and recorded the daytime events with a brush."

After leaving the provincial party committee’s family community, Ye Zhiran regretted it a little. Why did he always make such a low-level mistake? He knew that he would have had more contact with Huang Yuwen. Moreover, Yuwen’s parents now understand their daughter’s wishes. How can they get out of here?

Did he feel soft-hearted when he saw Huang Yuwen begging her to see her, or was he subconsciously willing to get close to her?

This problem was a burden in his heart, and it was never resolved on the train from the provincial capital to Changjia. Zhang Nianyue, Huang Yuwen and Ma Yanli appeared repeatedly in his mind like a movie. He was sure that he was still in love with Nianyue. Now Huang Yuwen was caught in the middle, and he felt a little guilty about Nianyue and Huang Yuwen.

The surname Cao! He did not have this psychological burden only when he was with Ma Yanli. Thinking of Ma Yanli, he felt something awakening in his body.

After getting off the train, he called Ma Yanli: "Come to pick me up at the train station."

Ma Yanli was competing with her mother at home and was unwilling to go to her relatives' house for a blind date. When she saw the message from the coaxing platform, she immediately had sufficient reasons.

"Mom, the township leader has sent a message here and asked me to go there. I have to leave immediately. You can just push the matter over there."

The mother said dissatisfiedly: "What leader! I'm still here to instruct people during the Spring Festival holiday! Are you upset?"
Chapter completed!