in2ebook Chapter 168 My Mother Did It Herself
Chapter 168 My Mother Did It Herself
Li Xiaoyu didn't understand what he meant. After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and walked over obediently.
She stood behind Gu Fei and looked over his shoulder.
The latter raised his hand.
When she saw the cuts as thin as hemp thread, her scalp went numb.
The whole person was so stunned that he couldn't speak.
Gu Fei tilted his head to look at her, taking in her surprise. He seemed not to care, his eyes fixed indifferently on his right hand.
The tone was so calm that there was not a single fluctuation.
He said, "There's a scar on the side of each finger, and you didn't draw it."
After saying that, a faint laugh escaped from his throat.
Hearing his laughter, Li Xiaoyu's heart ached.
She stared at the cut on his finger. The wound was so tiny that it would not be noticeable without careful observation.
She tilted her head to look at him, and there was no trace of hostility on his delicate face.
It looked like he had accepted the fact that his right hand could not be restored.
She bit her lower lip and said in a voice so low that it was almost a whisper: "I didn't see those scars."
Gu Fei put her hand down and smiled gently: "I just want to tell you that you draw very well. There is no need to pursue over-perfection."
Li Xiaoyu paused.
These words were like a stone, hitting the calm surface of the lake.
Her heartbeat suddenly quickened.
Just because her grandmother had said this to her before.
Whether it is work or painting, she sets extremely high standards for herself, as if she has obsessive-compulsive disorder.
There was a slight mistake.
She would keep revising it, no matter if she had to work overtime or stay up late, until she was satisfied.
But in fact, there is no need for this at all.
It's just my own psychological effect.
She blinked her eyelashes quickly and was about to speak, but Gu Fei seemed to see that she was nervous.
Reach out and take the charcoal pencil.
It was his first time to paint with charcoal. He had often seen her use it, so he recalled how she painted and quickly mastered the technique.
With a few strokes, the scar was drawn on the paper.
Putting down the charcoal pencil, he tilted his head and smiled at her: "Imperfection is also a kind of perfection."
Stare at the sharp marks on the paper like a knife edge.
Li Xiaoyu turned his gaze to his right hand, hesitated for a while, and finally decided to ask.
"Who did this to you?"
As soon as these words came out, the smile on Gu Fei's face slowly faded.
He put the paper with Li Xiaoyu's drawing on it over the paper he was writing on.
Looking at the hand on the paper, his eyes sank slightly.
From Li Xiaoyu's perspective, he could only see his slightly lowered head.
His long eyelashes obscured the expression in his eyes, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. Just as she was about to apologize for her rudeness, the man spoke.
"My mother did it herself..."
Li Xiaoyu's eyes trembled.
She had thought of all kinds of people, including eunuchs and palace maids, but she had never thought that it would be his mother...
Gu Fei lowered his head, curled his left hand into a fist, and a mocking smile appeared on his thin lips.
"In order to show her loyalty to the old man, she used a knife to cut her skin inch by inch, and then cut her tendons and bones one by one along her knuckles."
His voice was emotionless and his back seemed to be on the edge of the abyss.
Just like what he said later.
"I was awake and watching the whole thing..."
What he didn't say was that the dagger given to Li Xiaoyu was the same knife that cut his tendons.
No matter what, he said these two sentences to win Li Xiaoyu's sympathy.
Or playing the victim in front of her.
He succeeded in all of them.
Li Xiaoyu had a rich imagination, and when he said these words, a picture appeared in her mind.
In the dim prison, Gu Fei was tied to a wooden board.
A noble lady dressed elegantly, holding an exquisite knife, follows the lines on her right hand, like dissecting a work of art.
Finish it inch by inch.
Gu Fei's eyes were bloodshot, with veins bulging on both sides, and he had a look that showed one couldn't believe it, but had to believe it.
Witnessing all this.
She didn’t dare to think about what happened next. The more she thought about it, the more her scalp became numb.
No wonder he twisted his fingers like a pretzel, being hurt like this by the person closest to him.
It would be strange if my heart wasn't broken.
She took a deep breath and sincerely apologized to him: "I'm sorry, Gu Fei, I shouldn't have asked."
"hehe."
Gu Fei laughed and looked back at her, his eyes filled with hatred just now.
At this time, only clarity remains.
He smiled and shook his head nonchalantly: "Xiaoyu, you don't have to apologize to me. I told you this voluntarily."
Hearing this, I looked at the little canine tooth he showed.
Li Xiaoyu felt a little distressed and had an urge to hug him.
Thinking of what she said that night, she held back.
She curled her lips into a smile and wanted to take the painting away, but when she saw his left hand resting on the paper, she didn't take it back.
Instead, he turned back to his seat and continued to draw the portrait of the murderer.
The cold wind blew in, and her exposed neck shrank.
The next moment, a man's deep and tender voice came from the other side: "Xiao Yu."
"Ok?"
She tightened her collar and looked at him in confusion.
Glancing at those hazy peach blossom eyes, Gu Fei asked seriously, "If I were just an ordinary citizen, and there were only you and me on the household registration, and I would not take a concubine or have a mistress, would you be with me?"
Li Xiaoyu didn't expect him to ask this.
She was startled at first, and then thought about the problem seriously.
She lowered her head and stared at the charcoal pencil in her hand, her brows furrowed, then relaxed after a moment.
She raised her eyes and met the man's serious gaze.
Gave him the answer, only one word: "Yes."
As soon as she finished speaking, Gu Fei's lips slightly raised, looking at her with a smile.
She has a faint smile and is particularly well-behaved.
This confused Li Xiaoyu, and he asked in confusion: "Why are you asking this person? Are you going to leave the royal family?"
She didn't believe that Gu Fei would be such a love-minded person.
"Nothing, I'm just asking."
"Oh."
The woman nodded as if she understood, and continued with her work.
As it approaches the end of December, Li Wu's birthday is also approaching, and many people are coming in and out of the Li family.
Just two days before his birthday, He Yihai came back.
It’s just that when he left, he was in good health, but when he came back, one of his legs was broken.
He was pushed back on a wooden cart, and almost all the villagers went to watch.
Li Wu's ear was cured by Feng Wudu, so he quickly sent his eldest son to find him.
It just so happened that Feng Wudu was at Gu's house treating Gu Fei's leg injury.
So he went around and found the Gu family.
Li Xiaoyu was playing with the dog and bird outside. Seeing her brother's anxious look, she put away her smile and asked with concern, "What happened? Why are you so anxious?"
Li Guangchang ran across half of the village and was so tired that he was out of breath.
With his hands on his knees, he said incoherently: "Xiao Yu, He...Yi Hai is back...back."
"Come back now?"
There was a hint of surprise in her voice.
The two people in the room heard their conversation and saw that the senior brother's face suddenly turned cold.
Feng Wudu knew about Li Xiaoyu's past.
He couldn't help but teased: "Brother, you are jealous."
Hearing this, Gu Fei looked at him coldly.
At this time, stuttering words came from outside: "He's back, but his legs...were broken...by the bandits."