Who allowed me to live like a dream

Brain is messed up.

Tao Yuyue forced herself not to think about it.It's no use thinking about it any more.If he only regarded her as his one job these two years, then he should treat her as one job.

At least she's still his legal wife, isn't she?The status of the main wife is something that no other woman can get.

At least they will be jealous of her, this jealousy can probably constitute a trace of comfort for her in the future, right?

Life is still so long, what can she be sad about?Maybe in the near future, she will also meet the man who really belongs to her.Maybe that guy was just some poor, down-and-out artist hanging around some street, but they hit it off, they really loved each other.This marriage will not be an obstacle for them either...

Everything has two sides, Tao Yuyue, you can't just see the empty part of the glass and ignore the half full of wine!

After persuading herself in this way, Tao Yuyue lifted her skirt, took a deep breath, and turned to go out again.

Ren Xiaohuai still sat there staring at the computer, motionless.His coffee was down to the bottom.

Tao Yuyue walked out quickly with the wedding dress in her arms, walked up to him and announced, "I don't care if you read it or not, anyway, I like this set, so I decided to wear it!"

Ren Xiao said without raising his head, "Okay."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Ren Xiaohuai said please come in, and his personal secretary walked in and said, "Young Master, the team members have already handed in the report for the detailed analysis of the meeting next month, waiting You go and see."

After hearing this, Ren Xiaohuai finally stood up from the sofa.With an outsider here, his expression became much gentler, and he said to Tao Yuyue with a hint of apology, "I'm off to work."

Tao Yuyue also knew that it was time to act, so she put away her slightly angry expression, and said with a look of understanding: "Go, work is important."

She knew that Ren Xiaohuai's secretary was sent by his mother, Shen Shi.On the one hand, the purpose of his coming was to help Xiaohuai handle his work, and on the other hand, he wanted to see Ren Xiaohuai's every move, to see if he was acting according to Shen's ideas.

Including this marriage, it was also arranged by Shen, so no matter what their relationship is, in front of the secretary, they must pretend to be very affectionate, they must pretend to be as respectful as guests, and they must not let others gossip.

In fact, Tao Yuyue still had a glimmer of hope in her heart.She thought, Xiao Huai listened to his mother so much, and heard that his mother disliked creatures like lovers very much.Tao Yuyue didn't know where she heard the gossip, anyway, she knew that Ren Xiaohuai's father was a playboy before, but then he suddenly became honest, because the Shen family didn't allow him to find women outside.

It's okay for Ren Xiao to have other people he likes, who can't fall in love with one or two people?But the most important thing is whether they can be together.If we can't be together, what's the fun in missing each other?Those who forget each other in the world, what else is worse than pity for the person in front of them, right?Then she is still very hopeful!

Anyway, she couldn't understand many Chinese allusions.Ren Xiaohuai seemed to know a lot.Although he studied in the United States, he only came to the United States when he was 17 years old. Chinese culture had already been rooted in his heart before that.

For example, they did not live together until they formally decided to get married.At that time, when Tao Yuyue went to Ren Xiaohuai's home, he would find tools for writing Chinese calligraphy in his study.She looked through it curiously, and Ren Xiaohuai patiently explained to her:

Calligraphy is an art form of writing.Chinese calligraphy is a unique traditional culture and art in China.The oldest calligraphy is carved with a knife, and then with a brush... This is the brush.The four treasures of the study in traditional Chinese calligraphy are brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Since the Song Dynasty, they have been specifically referring to Hu brush, Hui ink, Xuan paper, and Duan inkstone...

As he spoke, he spread out a large, snow-white and soft piece of paper, dipped a pen into the ink, and wrote a row of eight large characters on the paper:

Qi said no clothes, and the son of the same Ze.

Every word was written so neatly, Tao Yuyue only said yes after reading it, and she asked him again, what is this writing?

Ren Xiaohuai smiled and said, it's a sentence from the Book of Songs, you don't know it.

Tao Yuyue pouted and said that she is already very good at learning idioms in Chinese. Where has she read "The Book of Songs"?Even if she has read it, it is a foreign language version translated by someone else, so she can recognize these words very well!

Ren Xiaohuai smiled and said: "Actually, your Chinese name also comes from the "Book of Songs", and it is a very beautiful and sad passage."

Tao Yuyue asked.

Ren Xiaohuai said: "Your name actually comes from a very famous passage in the "Book of Songs", called 'Death and life are broad, talk to Zicheng (Yue)', the next line of it is, 'Hold your hand, grow old with you' .”

Ren Xiaohuai held her hand unconsciously as he spoke, and murmured: "Hold your hand and grow old with you."

He spoke this passage in English, and he spoke it so tenderly and affectionately that Tao Yuyue was almost drunk.

She didn't know that her name had such a beautiful and romantic meaning, and she was so happy that she went crazy, so she hurriedly asked Ren Xiaohuai to help her write those words in calligraphy.She was going to take it back and have it framed and hang it on the bedroom wall, right next to the church wedding oil painting she had painted.

Ren Xiaohuai was not in a hurry to write, but instead asked her: "Do you think I write well?"

Tao Yuyue said that of course it was good, but she couldn't tell what was good, so she thought it was quite neat, and it was good if it was not messy.Ren Xiaohuai smiled at her and said, "It's fine if you don't understand. It's hard in the first place. It's not that you can't practice or appreciate it after many years of kung fu. If you say one, two, three, it will make the experts laugh." , it's good that you say so.

Tao Yuyue tilted her head and asked, "Then are you an expert?"

Ren Xiaohuai stared at the row of words, smiled a bit bitterly, and said, "I'm not an expert."

Tao Yuyue laughed and said, "Then you can't laugh at me!"

After speaking, she took the brush and wanted to draw something on the paper.She learned to paint, and she knew how to hold a brush since she was a child. She thought that although this brush was made by Mao, it was about the same as the oil paint brush she usually used.

But it was the first time she used such a long and soft brush, and she was not sure about the strength, and the rice paper Ren Xiaohuai used had never been polished, and the ink would smudge as soon as it stuck to it.As soon as she put the pen on, a lot of big ink spots soaked out on the paper.

Ren Xiaohuai quickly snatched the pen back and said, "Forget it, you don't know how to write, so don't waste this blank paper!"

Then he covered the paper.

Seeing him covering the paper, Tao Yuyue said dissatisfiedly, "You want to write it to me!"

Ren Xiaohuai put away the brush and said, "I'm not good at writing with a brush. I'll help you write with a pen later."

Tao Yuyue wasn't so obsessed with which pen to use to write, she just thought those two sentences were very romantic.Just say, okay, you want to help me write it on my bookmark, just write it on the bookmark of my "Reminiscence of Things Past"!

That bookmark is very beautiful. The bottom depicts the architectural scene of the streets of Paris in the golden age. Above the building is a moon-white sky, which is extremely high and empty, full of the beauty of the noble life and the sadness of the bustling bustling.She still keeps that bookmark. On it is an English sentence written by Ren Xiaohuai with a pen.

take your hand, take your life

Hold your hand and grow old with you.

When you love someone, what you hold is not only his hand, but also his whole life.

Tao Yuyue at that time probably couldn't have imagined that Ren Xiaohuai wrote this passage with great sadness.

His hand was on the brush, as if it wasn't his hand.It seems that there is a delicate white hand covering his hand, driving him to write bit by bit.

One point, one point, one point, one horizontal, one skimming, one pressing, horizontal, horizontal, vertical.Vertical is hanging needle vertical.This stroke should be long, with a sharp edge coming out from the lower end, and the sharp edge hangs like a needle, so it is called "hanging needle vertically".This vertical line should be straight and straight, and the end should be like a needle. It won't work if it's a little bit oblique, or even a little bit bent...

His small body was attached to his back, and his head was tilted, guiding himself to write.The mellow Beijing accent rang in my ears, immature but full of energy.

"People who sing opera not only need to practice their physical skills, but also practice their qi. This qi is not the breath that stays in the dantian, nor the breath that hangs in the throat, but the breath of the whole person. Chinese medicine In other words, qi is the most fundamental and subtle substance that constitutes the human body and maintains life activities. It actually represents a state of mind, and also refers to a human temperament..."

"Practicing handwriting is not for practicing handwriting, but for practicing Qi. Insufficient Qi, restless mind, unsteady hands, the handwriting will be messy, and the vertical handwriting will not be good. If the vertical handwriting is crooked, the whole handwriting will not look good; If one word is not good-looking, the whole text will be bad-looking, and it will affect the whole body..."

"People nowadays are too impetuous, practicing calligraphy just can calm people down..."

Such a small person, but he speaks clearly.He was dressed in a crow-blue satin dress, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal the white soft silk lining inside.

He asked him, why didn't you call the designer to cut this paragraph?

He smiled faintly, and replied: "I'm used to having long sleeves when I'm studying opera, and I don't feel comfortable when I don't have anything to cover my hands."

Ren Xiaohuai frowned and thought to himself, are the sleeves of his current clothes still as long as before?