The Vicious Widow Widow Dressed As the Male Lead of Farming Fields

  Chapter 638 Memory Reappearance

  Chu Mu's praise made Jiang Jiuhe very embarrassed. She touched the back of her head and said modestly: "No, no, it's so-so."

  The two walked back to the inn one after the other. As soon as they got home, a waiter came and shouted: "Is anyone there? The little one is here to deliver the letter—"

   As soon as the words fell, Chu Mu showed an expression of displeasure on his face. After Jiang Jiuhe saw it, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Put the letter there, and go quickly."

  The buddy did as he did, and left after putting down the letter. Jiang Jiuhe stepped forward to pick up the envelope, opened it to check, and found that it was the artist contest held every ten years in Kyoto. Jiang Jiuhe looked at the contents of the letter and said:

   "It's this Kyoto Painter Contest again, plus the letters I received before, this is already the seventh."

  Even though Jiang Jiuhe said this, Chu Mu's expression did not change at all. He glanced at the envelope, and then said angrily.

   "Anyway, I won't participate in this kind of competition full of benefits. This kind of competition is a waste of time. I really don't know what is comparable to it. I just play these useless competitions."

After speaking, Chu Mu went to sit on a bench in the yard, looked at the sky, was silent for a while, and then continued: "I just want to paint well, if I only want to participate in this kind of painting for profit and fame Competition, then I would rather not draw for the rest of my life, this kind of competition has no meaning at all, it is just something that a group of people buy for their own vanity."

  Chu Mu said, Jiang Jiuhe couldn't help feeling that Chu Mu was like a **** isolated from the world, without any worldly desires. He felt that money and fame were just floating clouds.

"Painting does not depend on the secular vision, just follow the heart, and we don't choose to paint for survival. We use our hobbies to make a living. This is not real painting at all. Not even painting!"

   After Chu Mu finished speaking, he looked up at the sky, the moonlight was shining on his face, and when he looked at Chu Mu's cheek from the side, his eyes were as calm as water without any waves.

  Jiang Jiuhe stood aside and didn't speak. She knew what Chu Mu was thinking. From Chu Mu's words just now, it could be seen that Chu Mu didn't like this kind of competition very much.

   Regarding this, Jiang Jiuhe couldn't say anything. She spread the envelope, and then continued to read the contents of the letter. When Jiang Jiuhe saw the word "Kyoto" again, she suddenly fell into deep thought.

  She couldn't help but think of Zhou Zhongming and her two children in the capital. Thinking of the parting five years ago, a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes.

   How are the two children doing now?

   It’s been five years, and they should all grow tall—will An An still protect Yuanyuan? Has Yuanyuan’s allergy been cured? Will the two children take care of themselves now—

  Jiang Jiuhe thought about it, and the appearance of the two children five years ago suddenly appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help smiling when she recalled the children calling An Niang in a childlike voice.

   For so long, the children's cries have been faintly reappearing in her mind.

  At this time, she couldn't help recalling the scene of the four of them having dinner together, the past, and among these past events, the figure of Zhou Zhongming was the one that she couldn't get rid of the most.

   Thinking of Zhou Zhongming, Jiang Jiuhe couldn't help but blush.

   "How is he doing now... is he still living with Jiang Yi?"

  Thinking of Jiang Yi living in Zhou's house, Jiang Jiuhe's face became more depressed.

  (end of this chapter)