Chapter 198 I... Couldn't Draw It

After the doctor left, gu mohan made a call to order dinner, and then he was going to wake little treasure up.

Ye zhi coincidentally saw the situation and said, "It's already past ten o' clock. After a long day, she is tired. Otherwise, don't disturb her."

"But she didn't eat tonight." Gu mohan's hand stopped in mid-air, waiting for ye zhiqiao's decision.

"Then... Then wake her up."

Ye zhiqiao said helplessly.

The little guy's stomach was already not good, and eating less than one meal could cause stomach problems. Lack of sleep could make up for it, and it would be bad if the old illness relapsed.

Gu mohan took little treasure, who was groaning because he was awakened, into his arms and smiled at ye zhiqiao, "But you, my father, love her so much. I can't bear to wake her up, and I can't bear to be hungry."

Ye zhiqiaobai glanced at him and took little treasure from him.

Perhaps he smelled the familiar smell on ye zhiqiao's body, and the moment little treasure leaned against her shoulder, he calmed down, and his big confused eyes gradually brightened up.

"Auntie ye -" little treasure called her in a long voice.

Hearing this sweet and soft voice, ye zhiqiao's heart softened. For some reason, ever since she woke up, she subconsciously wanted to be better to little treasure. This thought was different from the simple liking before, but with a little... It seemed like compensation.

But... Compensation? Why should I feel sorry for little treasure?

Until the three of them sat down to eat together, she still did not come up with a result.

Gu mohan gave her a rib and asked, "What are you thinking? Be serious when you eat. Don't be distracted."

"Do you think I'm little treasure?" Ye zhiqiao chuckled, then fed little treasure a spoonful of porridge and said," that little stir-fried meat, if little treasure likes it, auntie will make it for you after leaving the hospital, but it's too late today. Why don't you drink more porridge?"

Little treasure nodded obediently as he chewed the rice in his mouth.

Gu mohan saw that ye zhiqiao had been feeding little treasure, but he did not eat a few mouthfuls, so he simply took her bowl in his hand and handed the food and rice to her mouth with a spoon.

Noticing a spoonful of food close to her lips, ye zhiqiao subconsciously shrank her neck and asked, "What are you doing? I can eat it myself."

"It's been almost ten minutes, and the bowl is still full. Is that something you can eat?" Gu mohan continued to extend his hand forward." Eat it honestly, or I won't let you feed little treasure."

"Uh-" the little treasure beside him puffed his mouth and his dark eyes rolled over the two of them.

Ye zhiqiao took a deep breath and opened her mouth helplessly.

Just like that, the man fed the woman, the woman fed the doll, and the meal was not finished until late at night.

The night outside the window was dark and the moonlight was bright. The soft lights in the ward finally went out with a "Bang." The three people who had been tormenting the whole day were already exhausted. At this moment, they finally fell asleep peacefully.

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A few days later, gu mohan and ye zhiqiao were finally allowed to leave the hospital after recuperation and comprehensive examination. The gu family had no one to take charge of these days, and there were a lot of chores piled up. After gu mohan sent little treasure home, he immediately threw himself back to the company to support the overall situation.

Ye zhiqiao, on the other hand, had to return to the studio to carry out her unfinished design work.

She had been working at gu mohan's villa while taking care of little treasure, but now the design was nearing the end. The first part of the design had been handed over to jian mengqi. There might be a lot of details and problems to discuss at any time, so she moved back to the studio.

Jian mengqi still handed her her old office and all the tools and items needed were prepared according to her habits. Once ye zhiqiao arrived, she could start work immediately.

Today was a sunny day, the sky was blue and bright, the wisps of clouds were ethereal, the air was filled with a warm smell, in this environment, people's mood will become clear, this design is summer style, completely complementing the environment.

Ye zhiqiao entered the office in a brisk little tune. According to her previous habit, she now had to look at the design in front of her to find the connection and inspiration.

But...

The moment she sat in front of the drawing board, many things that did not belong to the white paper suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The original blue, pink, yellow... All kinds of brilliant colors combined together, but now it faded completely, gradually becoming a monotonous black and white.

The familiar composition and decorations had become unfamiliar at the moment. She watched as a fresh and sweet skirt turned into the back of a man, and as she looked down, a woman with her eyes closed and her face flushed under the man's body.

Men are easy to dust, and women... Are her!

"!!!"

She gasped and tried to look away from the drawing board.

It's not true. It's not true. It's an illusion. It must be an illusion caused by being too nervous!

After closing her eyes and calming down for a moment, ye zhiqiao looked up at the drawing board again. The color on it was still bright. The fluttering skirt had the girl's graceful waist, and a black leaf was falling on the collar of the dress.

This is the design of "Wake up," this is the reality.

She comforted herself, then picked up the brush, dipped it in some adjusted color, and slowly reached out to the direction of the paper.

Wait!

She felt something was wrong, took back her hand and shook her head, then reached for the drawing paper again.

The red paint on the tip of the pen made a round dot on the paper. The reddish veins around the dot gradually deepened, like the veins of a leaf, crisscrossing from side to side.

But still, it wasn't right.

A terrifying sentence suddenly popped up in her mind, "I... Can't draw it."

It's not that she's uninspired, it's not that she's not feeling well, it's not that the color and paper are the reason. The real problem is that she, herself... Can't draw. Not only did she not know how to design, she did not even know how to write!

The collar, sleeve, chest, waist of a dress... She understood all this, but as long as she held a pen and faced the drawing paper, her mind was blank, she couldn't even draw a square!

All these years since I was a child, the design that I had learned was at this moment, like chalk on the blackboard, wiped by the board and disappeared.

"How did this happen?"

Shaking her head and talking to herself, she tore up the drawing paper in disbelief and changed it.

Or not?

Once again, she tore up the white paper, threw it into the trash with her paintbrush, changed it into new paper, changed the new brush, and changed the paint...

After almost frantically doing all of this, she sat down on the stool again and picked up her brush...

It's over.