The woman put down the kettle in her hand, took off her gloves, squeezed out a small pump of hand sanitizer into the sink on the side, carefully washed her hands, and took out a hand towel to wipe the water droplets on her hands.

It is very intuitive to feel that this is a person who pays attention to hygiene and loves cleanliness.

She threw the used hand towel into the trash, then led the way in front and walked into the house with Shi Yan and Sheng Kite.

Pushing open the glass door, the woman put on her own pair of indoor slippers, and just wanted to turn around and take the slippers for the two people behind her.

Seeing that Shi Yan had already half-squatted, Wuzi opened the wooden shoe cabinet by the door, took out a pair of brand-new women's slippers from it, and put them at Sheng Kite's feet.

Seeing this, the woman paused, smiled slightly, withdrew her hand, and patiently stood aside.

Shi Yan waited for Sheng Kite to put on his slippers before getting up to change his shoes.

"She's been in pretty good shape lately, but she's still the same as before, she doesn't like to talk, and she doesn't want to go out."

"When the weather is bad, she stays in the house to paint, and when the weather is good, she moves things to the yard to paint, and today the sun is just out, she took a nap for half an hour, and now she is in the backyard."

A woman in a light-colored overalls walked ahead, reporting slowly and clearly.

Sheng Kite's hand was held by Shi Yan, walking at the back, she looked up and saw the corridor they were walking through, the wall on the right hand side was full of oil paintings, there were mountains, rivers and trees, all of which were gentle and warm landscapes.

After looking all the way through and reading all the oil paintings, the corridor came to the end, and through another glass sliding door, Sheng Yuan saw the person who made the oil paintings, and the woman said - "she".

In the afternoon, the sun pours into the warm courtyard, and a dozen brightly colored carp frolic on the surface of the water or the bottom of the pond obscured by the tender green leaves.

The woman sat on the edge of the pool, set up an easel, painted paint in one hand and paintbrush in the other, and carefully smeared the lively scene by the pool.

She was born with a gentle appearance, and her gestures were all soft and quiet like water in the south of the Yangtze River, but there was a faint sense of familiarity between her eyebrows.

The temperature was suitable, and she wore a simple suede dress of crimson purple, with an ankle-length skirt, which, despite such a challenging color, did not look old-fashioned in the slightest.

The metal clip tucked her hair behind her head, and a strand of hair slipped out of the clip and hung down to her cheeks, making it look a little messy.

The years really haven't left any traces on her face, just from the appearance, people can't tell her real age at all.

"It's going to be windy, so I don't want to add more coats."

The woman who led the way frowned with concern and said to the woman in the courtyard, but the latter did not hear her voice and did not react.

Probably expecting her to be like this, as she spoke, the woman had already stepped out of the threshold at the same time, took the shawl hanging from the rocking chair, and walked over.

After being wrapped in a shawl, after a while, the paint plate in her hand stained the corner of the shawl, and she couldn't bear to look at it directly, she didn't care, and even more so when she couldn't see the person who covered herself with a shawl next to her, she still painted one stroke at a time, focused on painting, and went her own way.

It's like living in her own world, and everything in the outside world is equal to air to her. (End of chapter)