Fragrance Returned

Years fly by so fast.

The day for him to return to Beijing is getting closer and closer.

The Dong family reverses the case, and she will face the fake Xunxiang again...

Ding Xiang sat at the table and was lost in thought for a while, then her thoughts came back, wondering why she didn't dream about Su Tu just now.

Only heavy rain will stop her from finding the man of her dreams, and it doesn't rain in winter.

Maybe it’s snowing heavily in the capital?

I had dreamed about Xiangmeng on a snowy day before, so maybe Su Tu died suddenly. Otherwise, he might be staying somewhere, and that place was airtight and blocked her eyes in the sky.

The reason why she dreamed about Zhu Qian was that she also thought about Zhu Qian before dreaming.

Thinking of that family's suffering, Ding Xiang felt very sympathetic.

First, his family was wiped out and he fled to the sea to survive. Then there was the pain of losing a daughter, and then having to be separated from the eldest son. When the Su family was eliminated and the Dong family was cleared, I wonder if it will be the younger son who will be separated in the future...

Ding Xiang thought of giving them some special gift.

Ding Xiang took out another piece of paper and compared it with her hands. There was no pencil here, so I had to make a few marks on the paper with my fingernails and draw a rough outline first. After thinking about it, I made some adjustments.

Take out a piece of paper again and officially start drawing.

She wants to draw a family portrait.

In this era, just like the history of previous generations, portraits were painted either for wanted purposes, for selecting concubines, or for commemoration.

If she wants to change this perception, she must live her life and choose a name with an auspicious meaning.

Lilac was painted very carefully and carefully. It was almost dawn, and the sound of Aunt Wang sweeping the floor could be heard outside. Only a small part of the painting was done.

Ding Xiang was extremely tired. I hid the painting, threw a few pieces of incense into the incense burner, lit it, and went to bed.

Not long after, Aunt Wei woke her up, put on new clothes and went to the front yard to kowtow to Ding Zhuang and Zhang to pay New Year greetings.

Ding Xiang had dark circles under her eyes and yawned one after another.

Ding Zhuang asked distressedly, Did my granddaughter have a nightmare again?

No, I drew pictures late and didn't sleep well.

Ding Zhuang clicked his tongue several times and scolded Ding Lilai with his eyes raised, Look at your sister, she's still working hard during the New Year. You're so good, you know how to play every day, just like your father, you're a bastard.

After learning that Ding Chi was still alive and wealthy, Ding Zhuang scolded Ding Chi more often. Whenever Ding Lilai made a mistake, he would scold Ding Chi as well.

If it weren't for the Chinese New Year, he would still want to beat this little bastard.

Ding Xiang hurriedly advised, Grandpa, the third brother studies arithmetic very hard. Didn't his husband praise him at the end of the year?

Since Ding Li came to replace his husband, he has indeed become more and more diligent.

After breakfast, Ding Lichun took his two younger brothers to someone else's house to pay New Year's greetings. Ding Zhuang was waiting at home for others to come to pay New Year's greetings.

Although Ding Lichun is just a low-level official, everyone knows that he has a good relationship with Deputy General Sun and General Zhu. There are still many low-level officers who want to have a good relationship with him and will come to pay New Year's greetings.

Ding Xiang returned to the Rose Garden and slept for more than an hour before getting up to paint.

She and Tao Weng are still learning line drawing and have not prepared paints. For realism, some shading was added where necessary.

It was already dark after all the paintings were finished.

This is a flawed family portrait, with parents, a son and a daughter.

Zhu Qian and Mrs. Zhu were sitting on armchairs, with a small coffee table in the middle. The grown-up Zhu Zhan stood behind the coffee table, lowering his head slightly and saying something to Mrs. Zhu. Mrs. Zhu raised her head slightly and listened with a smile, but her eyes were looking at her husband.

Zhu Qian was holding a little girl in his arms. He looked at his mother who was smiling with crooked eyebrows. One finger was still hooking the rosary on Zhu Qian's wrist. Zhu Qian looked down at his daughter and smiled.

The girl is of course Zhu Fang. Although Ding Xiang has never seen them, she has heard more than once that Mrs. Zhu and Aunt Wei have an easy time, and she has herself as a reference.

Zhu Fang's eyes are a little thinner than hers, her eyebrows are a little more curved, and her cheeks are much thinner...

Ding Xiang thought about whether to let Mrs. Zhu hold the child or let Zhu Qian hold the child. Family portraits in previous lives usually showed the mother holding her son and the father holding his daughter. Zhu Qian spent very little time with his daughter, so Ding Xiang decided to let him hold the child.

Zhu Qian, Mrs. Zhu, and Zhu Zhan all painted very close to themselves, except Zhu Fang who changed a little. The real Zhu Fang is so thin that her chin is like an awl. Ding Xiang made her face and chin slightly rounder.

This is what the Zhu family dreamed of, and the painting helped them realize it.

Outside them is a moon cave door.

In the upper right corner of the picture, there are four big characters written, Family and Health.

This is a two-foot banner figure drawing. It looks a bit like the meticulous white drawings of this era, but not quite like them.

It's as real as a person walking in, but without the color.

Like a black and white photo from a past life.

If it is colored, it will be more realistic.

If the ink is good and the paper is good, it will last for many years if stored well.

No more time wasting on framing. If Zhu Qian and his wife wanted to give it to the person in their dream, there was still time.

When Aunt Wei came in and saw it, she shed tears.

God, they look so alike. The general, madam, and uncle are all the same. Sister Fang also looks alike. If she were a little thinner, she would look even more similar. However, Sister Fang looks like this, which the general and his wife most want to see. Looks like that. They were saying every day before that it would be better if I were fatter.

She knew that her little master was blessed and talented before, but now she knew that she was more than just a talented person, she was simply a huge talent.

Aunt Wei kept calling her Uncle Zhu Zhan, but she really didn't know they had an eldest son.

During dinner, Ding Xiang took the painting to Ding Zhuang's yard, where she went all the time to eat.

Everyone was amazed when they saw this picture.

Ding Zhuang said excitedly, Granddaughter, please draw a picture like this for our family.

Ding Xiang smiled and agreed, I'll paint when I get home.

This style of painting is quite acceptable to people.

My family is rich now, otherwise I can make a lot of money using this craft.

Ding Zhuang made another request, Draw another picture of you as a child, sitting on my lap.

Ding Lilai said, How come my sister remembers what she looked like when she was a child?

Ding Xiang said, When I was little, I liked to look in the mirror. I still remember it.

Ding Zhuang hummed, You think your sister is as stupid as you. Then he said to Ding Xiang, Xiangxiang, you've never seen Sister Fang draw her, can you draw your breasts too?

This stumped Ding Xiang, I can draw Sister Fang because she looks like me, so I changed it to look like me. Seeing Grandpa's disappointed look, he added, When I grow up, Grandpa Tell me what's different about my breasts and mine, and I'll draw again. From now on, I'll draw colorful pictures, and the moon will be the background for every picture.

The moon is like the moon, and Ding Zhuang is happy again.

Ding Liren, on the other hand, was reluctant to let go of the picture and looked at his sister one after another with envy.

His sister is so capable!

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the Ding family wore festive new clothes and took Feifei to the Zhu Mansion.

Feifei wore a gold ring on his leg and a red tie around his neck. It looked like he was a guest.