746: C746 Watching a Painting Makes One Think

C746 Watching a Painting Makes One Think

Enyuv couldn't make up his mind. As his grandfather, he would make up his mind for him!

When the key approached the keyhole, his hand trembled and a string of keys rang.

An An watched Xi Zhentian go up to the second floor. She didn't come down for a long time. She wanted to see what had happened, but she saw it when she stood at the stairs.

She slowly retreated to the garden and called Enyuv. An Anan looked like a cold beauty. She had been cold and emotionless all the time. When she spoke, she said, "Brother You, Grandpa is outside your studio. He seems to be opening the door, but he seems to be very nervous. "

Enyuv hung up the phone very quickly.

Xi Zhentian was in the studio. He pulled open the white cloth and looked at the faces below. He could not bear to look at them anymore.

He did not know what kind of charm Yun Yeer had that allowed her to have so many expressions under Enyuv's pen.

A bright smile, a silent injury, a shy look when she lowered her eyebrows, and a playful smile when she grinned.

The cloud leaves were the changes of the dark and white. The sunlight was the curve of the four seasons all year round, and the parasol tree behind her was also the transition from death to life. From the dry baldness of winter to the fresh green of spring, to the lush of summer, to the golden color of autumn.

He did not know how long Yun Yeer had lived in Enyuv's heart, but he could see that those scenes were neat and detailed.

A nude painting entered his eyes. Xi Zhentian turned his face away and threw it hard on the ground. He did not know what kind of relationship the two of them had. He only knew that it would be better if they destroyed this room as soon as possible. Otherwise, his grandson would really be destroyed.

Although Xi Zhentian was old and would soon be scarce, he still had a healthy and healthy face. The only thing that could make him sad was this grandson.

He took down the drawing board from the easel piece by piece. The ones on the wall and the ones on the bookshelf were all taken down and pushed together. They were all clean.

At this point, he had to throw caution to the wind. He strode to the door of the art studio and shouted, "Gui, come and move the things. " Burn it, burn it clean, burn it into ashes, and give it peanut fat!

Enyuv drove very fast, especially when he heard An An say, "Grandpa asked the maids to move all the paintings in the studio to the empty garden. "

The iron gate outside the mansion opened for Enyuv's car. The car did not stop in the parking garage at the front door of the garden. Instead, it went around the main villa and drove to the backyard.

Smoke was curling up in front of the windshield.

He stepped heavily on the brakes, threw the car down, and rushed over without closing the door.

The youth was still the same youth, but he was no longer as stable as before, which was disproportionate to his age. When he rushed into the fire without caring about anything else, Xi Zhentian's body swayed a little, and he shouted, "Hold on to the young master!"

Perhaps it was because the smoke was too strong that people cried with all their might. Their palms were burned with pain and the back of their hands had a burnt smell. However, when they saw those smiling faces slowly turning yellow, dark brown, and turning into ashes, all the pain was gone. Only the left side of their chest had the clearest feeling of being torn apart.

"Grandpa ~" The youth punched Ah Gui in the face, then he stretched out his leg and kicked the servant who was trying to pull him. He turned around and continued to save what he cared about. His voice was no longer as cold as a spring. The sound of tearing was sorrowful. "Grandpa! What did I want?!" His eyes were filled with sadness and pain. Tears fell onto the painting that he had just snatched out. The flame was not extinguished and was thrown to the ground. He squatted on the ground and started to hit her with his bare hands. He had already made up his mind not to look for her anymore. What else could he do if he let her live the life she wanted? He was already trying hard to let himself go. What else could he do?

When he cried out in pain, he revealed an especially sorrowful expression, "Grandpa! What did I want? You want to treat me like this? I don't want anything. I only wanted these paintings. I didn't bother her. I will listen to you. I only want these paintings. Grandpa, why didn't you stab me with a knife! Why?! "

Xi Zhentian had clearly made up his mind. He had clearly told him to be more ruthless to Enyuv. He had spoiled him too much. That was why he was so obsessed with relationships.

He was thinking that the blood flowing in his grandson's body should not be so indecisive. He should have swung his sword and slashed randomly.

He was thinking about how he should bear with it. Later on, this child's hand would be in so much pain that he would not dare to stretch into the fire anymore. If the pain was unbearable, he would stop. If he could not stop it at this time, he would let it hurt. If the pain passed, this hurdle would pass. At most, he would bring him overseas to replant the skin.

But he could watch his grandson burn, watch his grandson bleed, watch him beat and kick the maids until he lost his temper. He couldn't watch his grandson in front of him, unable to endure the pain and turning into tears in front of him. How many times had it been for Yun Yeer?

Enyuv's temperament had always been smooth, and he looked gentle and beautiful. The clean shirt and t-shirt he wore in the past were all worn by him like clothes worn by unworldly people.

Today, he was wearing a well-ironed expensive suit. The shirt inside was still flawless white. The white color from his sleeves was covered with black dust. He stood up in a mess and took off his suit quickly. He held it in his hand. He forcefully slapped the flame on the painting that he had saved.

Nothing was more painful than watching his beloved things disappear inch by inch like this. Every piece was his blood, sweat, and tears. Every stroke was his emotion. How could he turn into ashes little by little like this?

It was just as he said, he didn't ask for anything. This process brought a bone-piercing pain. He had never shown it to anyone before. He had previously been at that window, slowly telling her those thoughts, saying that he liked those ancient poems.

There probably would not be such a pathetic Xi Enyuv in this world. Even if he liked someone, he could only tell her that he liked those poems. For example, he didn't know whether he liked her or not.1

She definitely wouldn't think too much about it.

Because he saw the look in Jiang Zhao's eyes when he came in.

He was still a widow. She had clearly eaten a box of fast food so quickly, but because of Jiang Zhao's unreasonable invitation, she forced herself to eat another meal.

That gaze was not forced, but joy. It was joy and hope that one could have a meal with their lover.

He didn't want to enter her life again. It was not because he was so weak that he did not dare to compete with Jiang Zhao. It was because she needed Jiang Zhao to eat with her. That person wasn't him.

It was painful to fulfill the wish of others, but it was the most painful to fulfill the wish of the person you loved.

He didn't tell anyone how he endured it. It was even more torturous than when he couldn't find her at that time, because at that time, there was still a bit of hope. He knew that after she got married, he was waiting, waiting until he was disappointed.

When he gave up, it was despair after disappointment.

He could have gone to the Qin family to have a meal or find someone to investigate Jiang Zhao's whereabouts. He could have gone to find her when she wasn't around, disguised as a chance encounter, and went to see how she had been recently. But he wanted to let go of her completely.

Complete? It was just some nonsense to lie to him.

He gave up on the real person with the body temperature, and instead spent his days in the studio watching paintings and thinking about people.

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