My husband is a well-known painter, in fact, I will tell you secretly, he is a great painter in my heart, very powerful, very powerful.

I like the way he paints, the way he talks to me, the way he calls me, and everything about him.

Before I became his only apprentice, I had a luxury of being able to look at his paintings every day, every picture, every brushstroke, and I felt that they were all living beings.

But after becoming his apprentice, I found that he was not as high as I imagined, he would often forget where his brush was, and would call me to make tea in a begging manner, and I found that this person who was perfect in my impression became more angular, not so much like an unreachable person.

But I still think he's good.

He has no social pyrotechnics at all, no sloppy stubble, his eyes are beautiful, like rhubarb (the cat), he is actually very lonely, but he is afraid of being abandoned, so he is not willing to be close to too many people.

I wasn't a very brave man. My mom and I were also abandoned. I've experienced that pain.

But I would like to give him a home, a spiritual comfort that we will never give up on each other.

I'm sure I like him. Regardless of his age and character, or whether he was supposed to be my master.

But suddenly he didn't see me again.

I felt the pain, from the bottom of my heart.

It turns out that he cares about this identity, so I'd rather not be his apprentice from the beginning.

Is it that I have too much luxury, I just need to accompany him as an apprentice, like now, I don't even have the opportunity to see him.

Just when I was desperately trying to escape the city, trying to force myself to stop being confused, he suddenly came running to me.

Yes, here I am, for the first time I saw him panting, the thin sweat oozing from his forehead, and the firmness in his eyes that I had never seen before.

He was so alive and enthusiastic, and he was more dazzling than any of his previous ones.

He hugged me.

"Xiao Yuan, for so many days, I'm just thinking about what I have to like you. ”

I followed him and asked, "Huh, did you think of that?"

He let go of me, looked at me with his eyes completely, and said seriously: "I don't want to, I'll wait later, you tell me slowly." ”

Later?

I felt unreal again.

"Xiaoyuan, rhubarb, it dislikes me again. ”

I looked up and saw the man and the cat.

I actually felt that the expressions were exactly the same.

By the way, after we got married, we took "Rhubarb" home, and although it didn't hurt like he painted, I recognized its eyes, which looked like Rhubarb and him.

Our days are very dull, but very steady, I will make him his favorite tea every day, and he will serve my favorite flowers every day.

I think this is the best look of love.