Zhi Wan took the brush. "Then what should I paint?"
"Don't all elderly people hope for a long life? Just paint a Pine Crane Longevity Painting. It's a symbol of good fortune and longevity, you know," Ouyang Zhenzhu said.
Heeding her words, Zhi Wan took up her brush and began to paint in earnest.
Unlike the sensual paintings she usually created, this was a birthday gift for Mr. Wei and required a more formal approach.
Watching her paint so meticulously, Ouyang Zhenzhu was very impressed.
After a small meal in the evening, Zhi Wan once again immersed herself completely in her painting.
While she painted, Ouyang Zhenzhu sat to the side, eating snacks and reading storybooks.
By midnight, Zhi Wan had finally finished. When she turned her head, she saw Ouyang Zhenzhu had fallen asleep slumped on the soft couch, a storybook still in her hand.
Zhi Wan was worried she would get a stiff neck sleeping like that, so she had no choice but to wake her. "Zhenzhu, go sleep on the bed."
