You Are My Rare Passion

He stretched out his uninjured hand, held Wu Xiaoxiao's arm, and pulled Wu Xiaoxiao up from the ground.

Wu Xiaoxiao looked at him with tearful eyes, "Are you relieved?"

She didn't believe it: "Senior brother, you like painting so much..."

Senior Brother Wen loves painting so much and loves painting as much as his life. How can he be relieved that he will never be able to paint any good paintings again?

If it were her, she would definitely suffer for the rest of her life.

"Yes, I like painting very much," Wen Qiuci said gently, "But I can still paint in the future, right?"

Wu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, "But..."

However, senior brother can no longer draw good paintings!

Wen Qiuci understood what she meant, "If you can't paint a good painting, don't sell it. Keep it for yourself. What I like is the feeling when painting... Moreover, I believe that the skill of painting is important, and the emotion poured into it is even more important." It’s important, as long as I express the emotions I want to express in the painting.”

When he sees something that he likes, he wants to record it with a brush.

This has been the case since childhood.

Although he will no longer be able to draw well, his hand can still hold the brush and record his mood.

that's it.

Wu Xiaoxiao looked at him doubtfully: "Really?"

She suspected that her senior brother was comforting her.

Wen Qiuci nodded seriously: "Really."

What is lost is the east corner, and what is gained is the mulberry tree.

He lost his identity as a talented painter, but gained a brother who made him rely on him. He should be content.

Of course, if he were asked to choose between the two, he would probably choose to be a talented painter.

But isn’t there no choice?

Choosing the identity of a talented painter is just like choosing to leave the Gu family in the first place. When he gets older, he may still doubt that he made the wrong choice.

It's fine now, God helped him make the choice, and he won't have to regret it in the future.

That's good.

Looking at his calm face and eyes, Wu Xiaoxiao finally believed that he was telling the truth.

But she was even sadder.

"Senior brother is such a good person, why did such a cruel thing happen to him? It's all my fault, it's all my fault that brought senior brother down..." She cried until she couldn't breathe.

Seeing that she was crying almost convulsively, Wen Qiuci gently held her hand and said, "You said that the reason why Wu Qingshuang harmed me is because you like me, right?"

Wu Xiaoxiao cried and nodded, "I'm sorry, senior brother, I hurt you, I'm sorry for you..."

"Do you still like me now?" Wen Qiuci looked at her and asked seriously.

"What?" Wu Xiaoxiao was stunned.

Wen Qiuci said: "My right hand is disabled and I am no longer a talented painter. Do you still like me?"

Wu Xiaoxiao came back to her senses and nodded crazily, "I like it! Of course I do! It doesn't matter whether my senior brother is a genius painter or not. I just like to see how senior brother paints, so serious and beautiful..."

When she fell in love with Wen Qiuci, Wen Qiuci had not yet become famous and was not yet a talented painter in the eyes of the world.

She liked Wen Qiuci as a person, not as a talented painter.

"That's good," Wen Qiuci held her hand and asked softly, "Will you marry me?"

"W-what?" Wu Xiaoxiao was stunned.

Wen Qiuci raised her lips and smiled, "I don't know why, but I suddenly want to get married. Xiaoxiao, I like you too, will you marry me?"

Wu Xiaoxiao looked at him blankly, completely dumbfounded.

"Aren't you willing?" Wen Qiuci let go of her hand, "Don't force yourself, let alone agree to me because you feel guilty or want to compensate me. What I want is true love, not compensation."