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Song seems to have not responded to the three questions that Jing Rong asked.
One is forced.
The second is the hand and foot.
The third is the brother.
The tone is actually helpless.
He doesn't know what they have experienced.
But he knows that the past must be riddled with holes, so that the tough guys like Jing Rong can't cross the past.
What kind of story is it?
There was confusion in his heart.
But not good to ask.
At this moment, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, with the cold wind blowing a few grains on his head, shoulders, clothes...
He gently licked and wrapped his sleeves.
I am planning to go...
Inadvertently looking through the outside window, just seeing Ji Yunshu coloring the painting.
A portable pen.
Lightly pinch the cuffs. Slightly leaning over, looking down, the long hair that had not been lifted slowly swept over the shoulder from behind, and hung over the arm. The blue silk was blown up by the cold wind, like a child wearing a dance shoe, cheerfully beating At the same time, the fingertips of her pen are slowly swinging, and the thin brush is
A little bit of dizziness on the paper is brilliant and beautiful.
The portraits in the painting are slowly colored, more and more true!
Although the painting is only a rough outline and a few colors, the appearance of the woman in the painting can be seen as small and delicate.
However, better than the picture, it is the one who is holding a stroke!
Ji Yunshu!
Song stopped looking at her, and more and more ecstasy!
The man was born really handsome, not only handsome, but also grew fine and tender meat, which is a man's appearance, clearly a woman.
However, the head of Song Zhi will not turn, and the temper is very rigid.
When he saw Ji Yunshu wearing a men's suit, he decided that he was a man. Although he looks like a woman, it is just like it.
There is no doubt that she is a woman.
however--
After staring at Ji Yunshu for so long, he actually had some heartbeat acceleration.
This feeling has never been seen before.
He touched his chest and tried a few minutes to try to push the beating heart down.
But the more you do, the faster you jump.
It is possible to jump out of the mouth at any time.
terrible!
I thought, is it... I am sick?
He was shocked.
Although he is not afraid of death, he is afraid of getting sick.
Especially the kind of illness is half dead.
One came to suffer, and the second came to burn money.
He is so poor, there is still money to see a doctor.
The more you think, the more terrible you are.
He quickly recovered his gaze that fell on Ji Yunshu.
In case you are tortured to death by that feeling.
Panting.
"What happened to me?" He whispered softly.
Because the surrounding is very quiet, he just stood in the window.
Therefore, the small movement still alerted Ji Yunshu who was painting inside.
She gave her a hand and the thin brush immediately left the paper.
When I heard the sound, I saw that Song stood outside and held my hand on my chest and looked down at something.
"Song Gongzi? Are you this?"
"Hey!" Song Shuyi looked up and greeted Ji Yunshu's delicate eyes.
The gradually calming heart slammed again.It seems as if I have to jump out of his mouth again.
Ji Yunshu screwed his eyebrows.
A little worried.
"Song Gongzi? What happened to you?"
"I am fine."
"But you don't look like it's okay."
"I... really okay." Song stopped bowing his head, his cheeks were red, and he didn't know if he was ashamed or because he was frozen. He said, "I am here to give you porridge."
"porridge?"
"But it's already cold. If you want to drink, I will give you the hot end." Song hurriedly took the two bowls of porridge on the side and took it.
Ice is cool!
There is no heat at all.
Some are even frozen!
Ji Yunshu said, "No, I am not hungry."
"You have been painting for so long, or take a break."
"Nothing."
"Jing Gongzi said that it is true, Ji Gongzi, you draw pictures, you can really forget."
"Oh? Did he say that to me?"
Song Zhi said, "The original words are not like this, but... probably this means."
Ji Yunshu smiled and looked at the outside. How did she remember that the scenery was still there before, but it would be gone.
Then he asked, "Right, what about others?"
Song stopped pointing in one direction and said, "He has already left."
"Oh!"
"That... I don't bother you anymore, you continue to paint. If you are hungry, call me at any time. I will give you porridge."
Ji Yunshu saw him standing in the window with two cold and cold bowls facing him. The picture was very funny, and he quickly refused. "Really, it’s so cold outside, Song Gongzi, go to rest."
"Okay, then I am leaving."
Song stopped inexplicably and bowed to her.
Then I left.
Ji Yunshu was dull.
How do you feel that Song is not the same as before?
But there is not the same, he can't think of it.
Simply -
Shake his head.
Nothing!
Also began to continue painting.
In two days, she probably already figured out the face of the deceased.
There is basically no difference.
After all, she painted a lot of portraits of the face of the deceased, and used clay to pinch a lot of bones. Once again, they came together to have this portrait.
As long as there is no accident, wait for her to finish, then slowly adjust, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow will come out.
......
the next day.
Pingyang Houfu.
Today, Christine left with his son, Christine Lin, personally visited the door.
Also brought a lot of gifts.
To put it bluntly, it is to talk about his son’s marriage.
I also intend to let the two young people meet each other today.
A face in the snow in the carriage.
Christine Lin sat on the side of his father and silently said nothing.
I can only hear the sound of snow on the outer wagon wheel.
It's like a piece of paper being torn.
The cold wind screamed and blew in from the outside and picked up the curtain.
Christine Lin hugged his arms and rubbed his lips, looking at his unsmiling father for a while.
I want to stop talking.
then--
With the courage to say, "Oh, actually, don't worry so much."
Ok?
Christine’s left brow wrinkled.
"what?""The meaning of the baby is, don't worry about it today."
"How can I not worry?"
"My business with Wenshu..."
Christine interrupted his words. "I know that this is indeed a bit faster, but since you like her, we are two worlds, so this matter can not be dragged. When you arrive at the Pingyang Houfu, you should pay attention to yourself and you can't be rude."
No rebuttal.
Christine Lin never likes to explain.
Therefore, I have to say nothing.
But he was unhappy in his heart.
That feeling is as uncomfortable as someone stirring in his heart.
Do you really love Li Wenshu?
Really acceptable?
But what about not loving?
How about not accepting?
The fate of him and Li Wenshu was destined early. Not a "no" word can be chosen.
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