C3 She Started Painting Again

Jiang Shirann wiped away her tears. She had never thought that she and her stepmother would have such a relationship.

"As long as you are fine, I will immediately cook for you."

Jiang Shirann walked upstairs to her room. Although her father did not get any property when he divorced, But he worked hard enough and soon he was able to live a life full of food and clothing. She remembered that before she was imprisoned, The house is at least five times as big as here, and they have lots of expensive calligraphy and paintings. Now that their house had become smaller, the expensive calligraphy and paintings were gone.

She looked at her things that had been tidied up properly. Back then, she liked to draw, and every painting she drew was placed here.

Her hand was placed on the stack of familiar drawings. Her tears couldn't help but drip onto the drawing paper. Her tears stained the painting.

"Ran, You used to like painting, didn't you? " That's why I put all these away. I thought that you might need them when you come back. "

Soong Jiahui also wanted to use these things to commemorate Jiang Shirann. When she knew that Jiang Shirann was sentenced to death, she almost fainted. Fortunately, she passed through that difficult period of time and used these things to commemorate Jiang Shirann in the prison.

Jiang Shirann's rough fingers brushed the delicate drawing paper. These things were much more delicate than the covers and sheets covering her body in the prison. Her hands were trembling. How long had it been since she touched these things?

A woman did not have many years to spend. In the most beautiful five years of her life, she should have enjoyed her father's love and mother's love, but she worked day and night in prison. Moreover, she often did not have enough to eat.

At first, she would make a scene, but later, after being beaten by the expressionless prison guard a few times, she became obedient.

"Can I paint again?"

Jiang Shirann seemed to be asking Soong Jiahui, but also seemed to be talking to herself.

She no longer had the confidence to pick up this thin and light brush. Back then, she was so proud. Although her grades were not good enough, her paintings helped her successfully get into Liang Qiancheng's university.

She thought that she could always be like a proud princess, enjoying the love of her sister and Mr Qiancheng.

She once naively told Liang Qiancheng, "Mr Qiancheng, after I graduate, I have a secret to tell you. You must be patient. Until then, you are not allowed to marry my sister. "

At that time, Liang Qiancheng only rubbed her nose affectionately, then nodded and agreed to all of her unreasonable requests.

She had naively thought that as long as she told Liang Qiancheng everything, he would give up marrying her sister and then be with her.

But she had always forgotten that if it was not for Gu Xiangyov, he would not have cared about her at all.

Jiang Shirann picked up the picture album that she had treated like a rare treasure. She flipped open the thick picture album. Every picture in it was related to Liang Qiancheng.

Sometimes he was deep in thought. Sometimes, he rested his chin on his hand. Sometimes, he was seriously reading the documents. Sometimes, he was sleeping. Sometimes he held her sister's hand. He looked happy...

She loved him so much, and he knew it, so how could she bear to see him suffer the pain of losing her sister?

Why didn't he listen to her explanation when they were on the rooftop? She really didn't push her sister down. Her sister was just tired.

Actually, she was also very tired. In prison, she had thought of committing suicide. But she was saved. She did not dare let others inform Jiahui's mother because she was afraid that Jiahui's mother would be sad. At that time, her only thought was to hope that Mr Qiancheng would come and visit her. She just wanted to see him.