NCCnovel Chapter 247 He discovered something and began to record it.
Chapter 247 He discovered something and began to record it.
In this lively scene, Li Chengqian was surrounded by laughter and joy like surging waves, hitting his eardrums one after another.
The corners of his mouth curled up into a joyful smile, but as he smiled, the smile on his face seemed to be slowly wiped away by an invisible hand.
Gradually, an indescribable silence spread like a tide, enveloping him completely.
Su Zhi, who was beside him, sensed Li Chengqian's emotional fluctuations.
A barely perceptible worry flashed across her eyes, and her gaze was fixed on Li Chengqian's face.
Mr. Qi also cast a silent glance from the side.
Li Chengqian noticed Su Zhi's concerned look. He gently reached out his hand and patted the back of Su Zhi's hand in a soothing manner.
He naturally straightened his back and slowly stood up.
Li Chengqian stood up and naturally everyone's attention was focused on him.
All of a sudden, the lively atmosphere suddenly dropped a little.
"Master Qi, Fatty, please accompany me for a walk."
Li Chengqian noticed the atmosphere was getting a bit tense, so he calmly waved his hand and said with a relaxed smile, "It's alright, everyone, enjoy your meals. I've had too much to drink, so I'm going out for a walk to sober up. Let the emperor drink with you. I'll go out to dissipate the alcohol and then come back to get drunk with you."
When Li Shimin heard Li Chengqian's words, he was stunned at first.
But in a flash, his face, which was slightly flushed due to alcohol, broke into a hearty laugh.
He pointed at Li Chengqian with a finger that was trembling slightly from the alcohol, and said with a teasing look on his face, "You're young, smart, and still young!"
After saying this, he waved his hand gently, his movements casual and elegant, indicating that Li Chengqian could do as he pleased.
Li Chengqian walked steadily to the outside of the banquet hall with Mr. Qi and Fatty Lin.
Outside the banquet hall, the three of them still felt a chill.
The sanatorium cleverly had a floor heating system installed underground. Once outside, the hot and cold air collided and blended with each other, and the cold wind blew straight at them, making people shiver.
Li Chengqian looked up and saw the innocent children in the sanatorium walking on the snow.
They didn't care about the cold weather and kept setting off small fireworks, playing and having fun.
Their laughter was clear and melodious, jumping in the cold air.
Li Chengqian stood there quietly with his hands behind his back, a smile as gentle as the spring breeze gradually appearing on his face.
That smile was full of cherishment and attachment to the beautiful scene before him, and he wanted to engrave all of this deeply in his heart.
Mr. Qi took a slight step forward, cupped his hands respectfully, and after saluting, he asked softly, "Your Majesty asked us to come out. Is there something you want to tell us?"
Li Chengqian nodded slightly, looked at Mr. Qi sincerely, and said slowly: "Old Qi, in Tai Tang, everyone says that Yan Liben is the most skilled painter. His paintings are well-known and highly praised."
"But I know that your painting skills far surpass Yan Liben's."
"I once had the honor of witnessing your painting style."
“When I paint, it flows like water, quickly and smoothly, all in one go, without any sense of stagnation.”
"Tonight, I have a thought in mind. I would like to trouble you with an important task. Please draw everything that happened in this room just now, from the laughter and joy of the crowd to the faces of those who were either happy or drunk. Please draw it in detail. Is that okay?"
"Also, don't forget to draw yourself in it."
After saying that, he quickly turned to the fat man.
"Stingy Fatty, send someone to bring us the best paper, pens, and paints immediately so that Lao Qi can fully display his painting skills."
The stingy man quickly responded loudly: "Yes, Your Majesty!"
Then he turned around hurriedly to arrange various matters.
Mr. Qi looked at Li Chengqian with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
He asked softly, "Your Majesty, have you suddenly had some realization, or perhaps noticed some special reason, that's why you want to start recording all this?"
Li Chengqian nodded slowly again, his eyes flashing with loneliness and reluctance. He raised his head slightly, looked at the deep sky, and said slowly: "They are all old, Lao Qi."
"Time has carved deep marks on their faces. One day, they will all be like fallen leaves, leaving me and disappearing in this vast universe."
"I want to record all of this carefully, so that in the years to come, when I miss them, I can pick up these beautiful memories one by one from this painting and savor them carefully."
When Mr. Qi heard this, he felt as if a warm current was flowing through his heart, and he was deeply moved.
He gently closed his eyes and nodded slightly, as if making a solemn promise in his heart, and said, "I understand. I will devote all my life's knowledge, all my efforts and energy, to painting for Your Majesty a masterpiece that will transcend thousands of years and be passed down to future generations."
Li Chengqian looked at him, his eyes full of expectation, and emphasized again: "Don't forget to draw yourself in it. This is of great significance to me. I don't need this painting to be passed down for thousands of years. I don't care. I just want to express my feelings."
Mr. Qi's heart was filled with gratitude. He raised his head, looked at Li Chengqian with a firm gaze and said, "Your Majesty, I understand."
After saying that, he pointed to his head, his eyes showing determination.
"Everything that just happened is like a deep imprint, engraved in my mind. I will always bear in mind your majesty's instructions and remember this unforgettable scene. Even if time passes and the world changes, I will never forget it."
Li Chengqian stepped forward, patted Mr. Qi's shoulder gently with a touch of intimacy and trust, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Qi."
Mr. Qi hurriedly bowed and saluted with a respectful expression, saying, "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven. Everything I have done is merely fulfilling the duty and loyalty of a subject."
"Why thank you so much?"
……
The huge and slightly quaint painting board at the door has been quietly and slowly unfolded amid the busyness of the crowd.
Outside this bustling banquet hall, Mr. Qi stood alone in front of the drawing board, his figure looking a little thin in the cold wind.
He held the paintbrush tightly in his hand and began to paint the scene in front of him smoothly.
Everyone in the room was still immersed in the warm atmosphere, and no one knew that a painting recording them was about to be created outside.
Only the children looked at Mr. Qi's brush moving across the paper with admiration on their faces.