Yang Chuxia noticed that her family were still wearing thin clothes, so she decided to go to town to buy some fabric and see if there was any cotton available to make padded jackets.
Every time she went to town, she would go with Ye Zi’an. It seemed to have become a habit, and this time was no exception. Since she hadn’t seen Brother An all day, she grabbed a handful of melon seeds and headed to Ye Zi’an’s house while munching them.
Upon arriving at Ye Zi’an’s house, she found the door half-closed. Peeking inside, she saw Ye Zi’an was holding a brush and writing or drawing something, looking very focused.
So she carefully opened the door and entered, walking behind Ye Zi’an, and took a look at the paper. She was immediately stunned.
It turned out that Ye Zi’an was painting, and the person on the paper was her. The girl in the painting was when she was fighting with Ms.Hua Junior. Her palm striking her face, with an extremely arrogant and domineering expression. Ms. Hua Junior was drawn like a witch.
It wasn’t until Ye Zi’an finished the last stroke that Yang Chuxia burst out laughing.
Ye Zi’an turned to her, and he laughed too.
"Brother An, Ms. Hua Junior would be furious if she saw you drawing her ," Yang Chuxia said as she took the painting and looked at it more happily, realizing how domineering she looked when hitting someone.
"I thought you would be more focused on yourself."
"Hehe, my focus has always been on myself, can’t you see that I’m being overwhelmed by my own dominance now? You really have good painting skills, who taught you?"
"My father, he is very good at poetry and painting." As he spoke, Ye Zi’an took out a stack of rice paper from a shelf behind him and showed it to her. "Look at this!"
"Wow, when did you paint this?" Yang Chuxia leaned in to take a look, and the person depicted was also her.
She quickly walked over to the table and picked up the stack of rice paper, examining each painting one by one.
The first one was when she hit Ye Ziping and his brother, it was still a bit dark, but the sharpness in her eyes was not diminished at all. The second one was when she chased Ye Zi’an to give him silver, the third one was when she scolded Ms.Hua Junior, and the irony between her brows was plainly drawn.
The fourth one was when she hit Yang Xiao’an, the fifth one, the sixth one... were all of her at various times, scenes of her losing her temper. At first, she was touched and felt proud of her strong appearance, but now her heart sank.
"Brother An, do you only remember me when I act ?" Yang Chuxia asked, feeling very wronged.
Ye Zi’an couldn’t help but laugh, then he turned around and took out another stack of rice paper, "Here."
Yang Chuxia took a look, and her eyes immediately curved in delight, her eyebrows raised, and she grinned. This stack was different from the previous one, depicting her shrewdly negotiating with Shopkeeper Li, enjoying delicious food, and her radiant smile when she wore a purple hairband and the long ribbon hanging down.
In short, this thick stack was all of her: looking at these paintings, it felt as though her everyday life had been recorded.
Indeed, as she guessed, Ye Zi’an would paint her every day, so over time, there were many paintings.
"I’m taking all of these home!"
Such precious items, she planned to take them home and keep them safe. They were much more valuable than any jewelry.
But Ye Zi’an shook his head, "You can only take half! I want to keep the rest for myself."