Zhou Shengbeiqian was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "You couple are better than the newlyweds. I haven't seen each other for so many days. He is still home after he comes back."

Yunhua didn't say anything.

The air is quiet inch by inch.

Zhou Shengbeiqian's smile also faded, and he was a little serious, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Yunhua shook her head, "It's okay."

"How could it be fine? Look at your face, it looks so ugly, is it okay?" Zhou Sheng Beiqian frowned, "What happened to the painting?"

Yunhua held the phone in one hand and the camera was facing him: "Beiqian, do you say Ah Qing is still the same as before?"

Her tone was full of loneliness.

In a place where the camera couldn't see, her hands clenched into fists and her nails were deeply trapped in her palms.

Zhou Sheng Beiqian in the video was stunned for a moment, "Drawing, why did you suddenly ask such a question?"

"Nothing." Yunhua sighed softly and smiled bitterly, "I just suddenly realized that I may have never really known him, whether it was him who had never lost his memory before or who he is now."

Zhou Sheng Beiqian's face suddenly became serious, "Drawing, is something happening? You are in a bad mood. Wait for me and I will go there soon. Let's keep the video connected so that I can see you at any time."

Yunhua didn't say anything, but just put her phone on the table and smiled at the camera, "Don't be so nervous, I'm fine, I won't do stupid things. I still have Doudou..."

As she said, she turned around and faced the thing she had just taken out of the innermost side of the bookcase.

A gift box, in which is a dried purple iris.

Half an hour later.

When Zhou Sheng Beiqian arrived, Yun Hua was still sitting in the study, and in front of him was the box of dry purple iris.

"What... what is this?" Zhou Shengbeiqian rushed over and asked in a hurry.

Yunhua's eyes were dim, "This is what he gave me."

"What?" Zhou Sheng Beiqian frowned, "Who gave you, Ah Qing? What are you doing with dried flowers? This is Iris, Iris, especially purple Iris, many artists prefer it, such as Van Gogh and Monet. They all have classic works about Iris, but their Iris give people the feeling of... loneliness, depression, struggle..."

Zhou Sheng Beiqian said, "It is not very suitable to send flowers and iris. Unless you like it especially, but you don't like blue or purple flowers that I picked up? Don't Ah Qing knows? Why do you have to give you purple iris? Is there any special meaning?"

Yun Hua lowered her eyes and looked at the dry iris in the box. A few seconds later, she looked up at Zhou Shengbeiqian, "Van Gogh prefers iris?"

"Yes." Zhou Sheng Beiqian didn't say it specifically, and said, "Iris' words are, despairing love... Is it appropriate for him to give you this?"

Yunhua smiled, "Maybe."

"Okay, okay, maybe it's unintentional." Zhou Shengbeiqian smiled, "By the way, Ah Qingren, why didn't you see him? You might be arguing? He just came back, what can you argue?"

Yunhua supported his chin with one hand, and his voice was very soft, "We didn't quarrel, we just... need to calm down."

"What's really wrong?" Zhou Sheng Beiqian put away the joke on his face, "What the hell is going on? Did he bully you?"
Chapter completed!