A Crazy Love Proposal-Chapter 61 - 46 Qingqing has arthritis at a young age
Chapter 61: Chapter 46 Qingqing has arthritis at a young age
Chapter 61 -46 Qingqing has arthritis at a young age
Lin Zheng took her home, and as she walked around Lin Zheng’s house, she looked at his art pieces that were haphazardly placed as if they were mere trash, carelessly strewn among waste paper and miscellaneous items. Xi Jia unearthed treasures from time to time as if searching for buried treasure.
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Curiously, she asked, “What is this?”
Lin Zheng turned around and saw her pointing to the armor made of rose petals next to the wardrobe: “Armor.”
Xi Jia reached out to touch it, and the withered rose petals immediately crumbled in the palm of her hand: “Soft armor, how interesting.”
Roses have always been a symbol of love; a passionate love can serve as the armor for one’s heart. But now that the love had withered away, the armor had also begun to crumble, leaving a pile of fragments too painful to bear.
Someone else standing here might just see a room full of Lin Zheng’s trash, but it was Xi Jia who was here.
Lin Zheng said indifferently, “Don’t you think it looks chaotic and poor here?”
Even after returning home, he had not changed his living place; it was still a very ordinary little house.
Xi Jia, with a look of incomprehension, exclaimed in surprise, “What are you talking about? This place is full of treasures, like a treasure cave.”
She collapsed onto his nest-shaped sofa, giggling, “I really want to live here with you.”
Lin Zheng froze, feeling a fleeting pang of heartache.
This house wasn’t even as big as the one he rented in New York.
Yet someone thought this place was great, a treasure cave.
As Xi Jia lay down, she saw a picture frame next to the sofa.
The frame wasn’t sealed with glass; inside was a painting made of dry grass that created a play of light and shadow with its varying shades and textures.
And this grass painting depicted Lan Ting.
Xi Jia got up to take the painting, and Lin Zheng didn’t stop her.
She held back from asking him about Lan Ting, and why he still kept the painting, asking instead, “How was this painting made?”
Lin Zheng spoke casually, “You smear clay on corrugated paper, plant seeds of grass on it, and control the growth by adjusting the light and water, thus creating a portrait. Once you dry it in a microwave, it can be preserved forever just like this.”
Xi Jia, holding the painting, said softly, “It seems that you truly loved her.”
He had been very dedicated.
This was not something that could be done in a day or two.
Suddenly, she felt a little sad inside.
Lin Zheng casually tidied up the table and went to the fridge to get her some juice: “I don’t care anymore; I just forgot to throw it away.”
Xi Jia turned the painting upside down, no longer wanting to look at it, and looked up at him. Then, pretending nothing was wrong, she chuckled, “Did you know that after you became famous in Europe, the fire hydrants you painted on were pried off by people?”
Lin Zheng handed her the juice: “I painted on fire hydrants because other homeless people in that city knew I made money from selling paintings and stole them. I didn’t want to be stolen from.”
Xi Jia laughed: “But they were still pried off. Isn’t that another part of your performance art?”
Lin Zheng felt it ironic, and he said with self-mockery, “Too many people think money is important.”
Xi Jia found his smile bitter, and suddenly she reached out to cover his eyes.
Lin Zheng was taken aback.
Xi Jia said softly, “That’s not what you truly believe. Don’t change yourself for people who aren’t worth it. The materialistic and those who seek freedom are not in the same world.”
She gently lifted her palms, and Lin Zheng’s gaze, now devoid of humor, remained fixed on her, his handsome, deep-set eyes seeming to attempt to see her through.
Suddenly, Xi Jia asked, “Why would your dad want you, an artist, to take over the family business?”
Lin Zheng watched her steadily: “Because he thinks I’m decisive and suitable for the cutthroat world of business.”
Xi Jia did not understand at all: “Do you feel suitable?”
Lin Zheng’s attitude was calm: “I was when I was full of malice. Now that the malice has subsided, I plan to take finance courses, so I can be more decisive.”
Xi Jia was curious, “What were you like when you were full of malice?”
Lin Zheng’s demeanor was casual as he drawled, “I wanted to seek revenge like a madman. When people came to interview me, asking if there was more to the story when Lan Ting couldn’t continue endorsing, I said JH had a standard for selecting endorsers, which is not to break up families. She was cyberbullied for half a month, and I’ve been cursed by her fans until today.”
Xi Jia burst into laughter.
She reached for the juice glass but suddenly winced: “Ouch, I’ve got a splinter from the table.”
Lin Zheng stood up to take a look.
Xi Jia asked, “Do you have scissors? I need to cut this splinter.”
Lin Zheng immediately got up to fetch the scissors.
After giving her the scissors, Xi Jia also asked for a Band-Aid.
Lin Zheng went back to the bedroom and searched for a while before finding a box of Band-Aids.
