Seeing the shaless man reluctantly washing dishes, Wang Xiangxiang felt greatly amused. She hooked the corner of her mouth and said, "Just experience life to the fullest here."
Clumsily handling the dishes, Chu Lian heard the capricious woman utter those words before she left. He was in no mood to wash dishes; his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her. Had she gone to find Li Fugui?
As soon as Wang Xiangxiang stepped out, she saw Li Fugui coming out as well, and they started talking right there in the courtyard.
"Li Fugui, don’t worry about Xiaotian. I’ll keep looking for him," Wang Xiangxiang also felt remorseful—it had been such a long ti with still no news.
"Yeah," Li Fugui nodded. In the vast sea of humanity, haste was of no use. In a few more days, he would set out to search on his own.
Upon seeing Li Fugui’s disappointed expression, Wang Xiangxiang felt a twinge of sorrow herself, "If only we had a portrait, knowing what he looks like would make it easier to find him."
Li Fugui sighed upon hearing this, regretting that he had not taken drawing more seriously. Now he couldn’t even sketch Xiaotian’s likeness.
"Li Fugui, describe her general appearance to , and I’ll try drawing it for you."
Wang Xiangxiang thought that, without a model and relying only on description, she should manage a rough sketch, so she decided to give it a try. After all, she couldn’t guarantee the result, since she hadn’t touched a pencil in three years and her skills had gotten rusty.
Li Fugui’s eyes brightened with the possibility of finding a resemblance to Yang Qiu, "She looks about sixty to seventy percent like Yang Qiu!"
"Why didn’t you say so earlier? Let’s go inside quickly."
If the girl resembled Xiaoqiu, it would be even easier for her to draw, as she had a reference to work from. She hastily entered the house with Li Fugui.
"Quickly, tell , what’s different between her and Xiaoqiu?"
Seeing Wang Xiangxiang ready to start drawing, Li Fugui voiced his doubts, "Shouldn’t you call Yang Qiu over for reference first?"
Wang Xiangxiang waved her hand dismissively, "No need, it’s all etched in my mind. Just tell their differences."
Seeing her brimming with confidence, Li Fugui continued, "Her face is a bit rounder than Yang Qiu’s, and her eyebrows are thicker..."
Li Fugui described her bit by bit, and Wang Xiangxiang began to draw.
Following Li Fugui’s descriptions and making adjustnts here and there, she soon finished a drawing, "Take a look, is it like this?"
Li Fugui picked up the portrait, which was indeed the spitting image of Xiaotian, and his eyes moistened with emotion. He excitedly affird, "Yes, exactly like this!"
Seeing Li Fugui on the verge of tears, Wang Xiangxiang mused, how co she couldn’t find such a devoted lover herself?
Chu Lian was absent-minded in the kitchen all the while, and finally, a dish broke. With nothing left to wash, he decided to co out and see why she hadn’t returned.
Just as he suspected, he found the capricious woman with Li Fugui. He was about to enter the room when he overheard their conversation.
"I didn’t expect you to draw so well."
"Haha, it’s nothing. I haven’t drawn in three years; my hand is out of practice."
"Haven’t sketched in three years because of ?"
"Don’t flatter yourself; it has nothing to do with you. But yeah, because of you, I’m still unmarried."
"I’m sorry."
"It’s okay, I forgave you a long ti ago."
This exchange made Chu Lian’s heart tremble. They had known each other for three years. What on earth happened three years ago, for the capricious woman to say that her being unmarried was Li Fugui’s fault?
As soon as Wang Xiangxiang lifted her gaze, she saw the shaless man standing at the doorway. What was with him, eavesdropping on conversations around corners like that?
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