The cold rain outside the window, the lights in the window are swaying, and a piece of white rice paper is quietly laid out on the table, and Yang Huaiping carefully depicts a picture of Xi Shi Huan yarn with a brush.

The woman in the painting is wearing a long gray and white dress, a small cherry mouth, a pink peach blossom, willow eyebrows, a slender figure, and a smile with a romantic charm.

After painting the portrait of the woman, he painted the surrounding grass and red plum as the background to set off the rendering, and finally put forward a song "Pujia".

At this time, Jiang Ruoke draped a coat over Yang Huaiping's shoulders, and she asked in a deep voice: "Dao Wen, it's so late, why don't you sleep yet!"

Yang Huaiping put the brush on the pen holder, he turned his head to look at Jiang Ruoke and said calmly: "The winter night is long, I can't sleep, so I get up and make a painting to relieve my feelings!"

Jiang Ruoke pursed his lips and said flatly: "I went to Luzhen yesterday to buy a pot of sake, and now there are still some broad beans and peanuts in the kitchen, why don't we two drink some!"

Yang Huaiping glanced at the autumn rain outside the window, he reached out and stroked Jiang Ruoke's cheek, and said softly: "Drink some, drink some, by the way, I see that there are still a few preserved eggs in the kitchen, you cut everything, and mix it with ginger and garlic!"

Jiang Ruoke nodded at Yang Huaiping, and then moved into the kitchen.

Yang Huaiping brought the purple clay pot, teacup, and bitter mountain tea in the room to the table, he weighed a pot of tea with real temperature, sat at the table and began to drink in front of the curtain of autumn rain.

Yang Huaiping once read a book, which reads, "The ups and downs are a cup of tea, and the ups and downs of life are also a cup of tea, and the taste of tea is also life!"

Listening to the sound of the rain, holding a cup of tea steaming with water vapor in his hand, Yang Huaiping took a sip of tea, and his eyes looked through the sparse rain curtain, and he seemed to feel a little ordinary taste.

Yang Huaiping looked calmly at Changchun Street, which was usually noisy and lively, but now it was raining in the autumn rain, and it had become clean, peaceful and quiet, his thoughts stretched infinitely, and he thought of too much for a while......

At this time, Jiang Ruoke successively put peanuts, broad beans, preserved eggs, a pot of sake, two porcelain bowls, and a plate of fried red pepper on the table, she reached out and pulled the corner of Yang Huaiping's clothes in a state of confusion, signaling that everything was ready.

Yang Huaiping looked back at the dishes on the table, he couldn't help but feel very relaxed and warm, he picked up the chopsticks and added a red pepper and chewed it, looked at Jiang Ruoke and smiled indifferently: "This pepper is really a little spicy, but it tastes good!"

Jiang Ruoke said calmly: "How can there be such a thing as a chili pepper that is not spicy, by the way, Daowen, have you noticed that the two of us haven't sat down for a long time to talk and chat!"

Yang Huaiping put a piece of preserved egg to Jiang Ruoke's mouth, and said calmly: "The two of us eat together and sleep together every day, what else is there to say, even if I really want to say something, I don't know where to start!"

Jiang Ruoke didn't speak, she poured the sake on the table into the cup and said, "Since there is nothing to say, then the two of us will drink!"

Hearing Jiang Ruoke say this, Yang Huaiping did not hesitate, he took a bowl of wine from the table and touched Jiang Ruoke with a mouthful, and then began to eat a few dishes on the table with chopsticks.

Jiang Ruoke took a sip of the wine in the bowl, she looked at Yang Huaiping and said, "Dao Wen, how can I see that you have been looking very lonely and unhappy recently!"

Yang Huaiping pinched a broad bean with his hand and threw it into his mouth and chewed it, he smacked his lips and said: "What's so unhappy, take care of the pharmacy every day, have nothing to paint, it's good to have food and clothing, what do you want to do so much, the more you think about it, the more tired your heart is!"

Jiang Ruoke drank another glass of wine, she pursed her lips and said, "Dao Wen, you said that you can make a good painting, but don't you feel too condescending to stay in this small pharmacy!"

At this time, Yang Huaiping was happy, he reached out and picked Jiang Ruoke's chin and teased: "Ruoke, do you want me to be a famous painter, and then you won't be afraid of my three wives and four concubines, don't you want you?"

Jiang Ruoke pulled Yang Huaiping's hand aside, she turned white Yang Huaiping pouted and said, "I found that you are getting worse and worse now, and you are still serious bad!"

Yang Huaiping sighed, he looked out the window at the autumn rain and muttered to himself: "The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is dim, the prime of life listens to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, the broken geese are called the west wind, and the twilight years listen to the rain monk's house, the temples are already stars, the joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the front of the first step is drip until dawn!"

After hearing Yang Huaiping's recitation, Jiang Ruoke frowned slightly, she dragged her chin and pondered for a long time, and then said: "You are still young, don't look at everything around you with a twilight heart, this person is most afraid of seeing through everything, if you see everything through, then there will be no energy to live!"

Yang Huaiping pinched a peanut with his hand and threw it into his mouth, he said in a deep voice: "Then tomorrow there will be an art exhibition in Luzhen, if I sell the Xi Shi Huan yarn picture made tonight, I can exchange it for some silver taels to subsidize the family, do you say I go or not!"

"Of course you go, if you sell one more painting, won't Ping'er and I be one step closer to living a good life?" Jiang Ruoke stared at Yang Huaiping's eyes and said.

At this time, Yang Huaiping walked towards Jiang Ruoke with a wicked smile, he squinted his eyes and said: "Ruoke, didn't I win a piece of red gold from Han Xiangzi a few days ago, are you reluctant to spend it when you hide it, you said that you like money so much, how can I satisfy you!"

Jiang Ruoke saw Yang Huaiping's eyes staring at her, and couldn't help but feel a little hot on her face, she whispered: "Daowen, don't come nonsense, your daughter is already asleep, don't wake her up......"

Yang Huaiping couldn't help but carry Jiang Ruoke to the bed, he put his head in Jiang Ruoke's ear and whispered: "Ruoke, don't worry, I will go to Luzhen's art exhibition tomorrow, and I will also let you and Ping'er live a good life......"

Immediately, Yang Huaiping began to dismantle Jiang Ruoke's clothes trivially, Jiang Ruoke's brows furrowed, and she whispered: "Daowen, it's late at night, I think it's better to forget it, you have to get up early tomorrow to participate in Lu Zhen's art exhibition!"

Yang Huaiping shook his head firmly, indicating that this matter was not discussed at all, and he slowly leaned over and put his hand into Jiang Ruoke's arms......

Jiang Ruoke let out a shallow groan, she hugged Yang Huaiping with her backhand, closed her eyes tightly, and said no more.

It was late at night outside the window, the autumn rain was dripping, and Yang Huaiping and Jiang Ruoke were lingering in the window.