"Well, just a little. ”

Mingmiao replied in a low voice.

He glanced at Zhixuan, and the roots of his ears silently turned red.

In fact......

This little bit of inspiration came from Afu.

The young man whispered in his heart, as if he was guarding a sweet and unknown secret.

Seeing the beautiful child in front of him, Zhiqian laughed somehow, a little silly, and couldn't help laughing: "A little bit is so happy?"

Not really.

Mingmao smiled and nodded: "Yes, I'm very happy." ”

As if thinking of something, his eyes widened slightly and looked at Zhixuan: "Afu, I'...... I mean, do you like to draw?"

"What, do you want to send me?"

Raised eyebrows.

Without waiting for the young man to answer, she added, "I don't like it." ”

The young man's eyes widened, revealing a hint of disappointment.

Especially like a puppy that is refused to be hugged by its owner.

Zhiwan waved away the strange metaphor that popped up inexplicably in his mind, held it in his hand and put it to his lips and coughed, hiding his smile, so as not to make the child angry and ashamed.

"I don't hate it. ”

"It's up to you to see who sent it. ”

Mingmiao only reacted when he heard this, and Zhiqian was teasing him again, and his cheeks flushed.

But he didn't say much, just blushed and smiled: "Then, should I give Afu a painting?"

Will you like the painting I sent?

Zhiwan was cute by the young man's reaction, and did not answer for a while.

Mingmao, who hadn't received a response for a long time, thought that he was unwilling to accept his paintings, and he was a little disappointed.

Seeing that Zhiqian didn't know what he was thinking with calm eyes, he looked very serious, the young man didn't dare to disturb, and his voice was small: "...... Aph?"

If it wasn't rude to leave directly, he wouldn't have made a sound, after all, Zhiqian seemed to be thinking about something very important.

There are faux pasas to interrupt rashly.

"Huh?"

Zhifei came back to his senses: "You want to send me a painting? Of course, it's my honor." ”

Hey?

Mingmiao's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Then I'll send ...... after I've finished painting."

At this time, he suddenly realized that he and Afu had only met a few times, and he didn't know where the other lived or how to find her.

Zhifei also realized this, and was a little difficult for a while.

There shouldn't be a way to find Minghao at the Zhiqian Inn, she usually walks around, and it is difficult to have a fixed location.

She didn't know exactly where to ask Mingmiao to send the painting.

Seeing the dull hair on the young man's head hanging down in frustration, Zhiqian had a flash of inspiration: "In this way, I'll give you an address, and you can send it over after you finish drawing." ”

As he spoke, he gave a list of addresses.

Coincidentally, it is also in the East Market.

No. 88 Samsara Road, Xiguang Office.

Ahem, although Chen Xi doesn't know if it's done well, but the signboard and the like should be done, right?

Counting the days, it has been a month since I last met Chen Xi.

Reincarnation or something, ordinary people must listen to it and be hairy in their hearts, plus doubt whether it really exists.

However, Ming Hao has been abroad all these years, and his familiarity with Dongshi may not be as good as that of Zhixuan.

Therefore, he didn't have many doubts, but just wrote down the address carefully, and his obedient appearance made him feel like he was in a trance.

No, this kid is too cute!

Holding his hands crossed in front of his chest, he quietly put his hand on his heart and stroked it.

It's good, it's calm, she doesn't mutate.

Although there is no heartbeat or anything, it is important that the form is preserved.

Well, being a ghost also requires a sense of ritual.

She remembered that Xue Elegy and Lin Tsuka would hold here and scream when they were chasing stars together:).

And say something like "mom cub loves you".

Ahem – it doesn't have to be.

Zhifei let go of his hand, as if nothing happened: "It's this address, you remember it." ”

"Hmm...... Afu," Mingmiao blinked nervously, "If I want to find you, can I go there too?"

"I'm not necessarily there, but you can try. ”

Zhifei Road.

said this on his lips, but in his heart he began to think that it was appropriate to go to Xiguang once in a few days.

If the mouth is not right, it is practiced clearly.

Mingmiao let out an "oh".

One person and one ghost stood silently at each other, although they didn't say a word, they didn't feel so embarrassed and bored.

For a long time, they looked at each other and laughed.

One pure and one cold, two absolutely exquisite Shengshi beauties are put together, if anyone can see it, they will probably be critted to the residual blood.

However, no, at the first moment when Ming Miao greeted Zhixuan, Zhixuan covered the two of them with a blinding method.

No one could see her when she didn't want to show up, except Mingmiao.

"Okay, aren't you going to paint, and I won't delay you. ”

There was a trace of unfinished smile on his lips, and the words he said seemed to be infected by this smile, which was extremely lingering and gentle.

The young man sensitively captured this almost imperceptible tenderness, and his heart rejoiced.

"Well, Afu should have something to do. ”

Saying goodbye, both of them froze in place, waiting for the other to leave first.

The wind blew, and he glanced curiously at the man and the ghost who pretended to be wooden people, pouted his lips boredly, and slipped away.

So they looked at each other and smiled again.

"Is this good, I said three-two-one, let's go together. ”

Zhifei Road.

She swore that in just a few dozen minutes, she had genuinely laughed more times than she had laughed in hundreds of years before.

Maybe that's the charm of Minghao, right?

"Good. ”

Mingmiao nodded seriously.

"Then I'll start counting. ”

Let's go.

Mingmao closed his eyes and meditated.

"Three. ”

Three.

"II. ”

Two.

"One. ”

One.

"Goodbye, Mingmao. ”

Goodbye, Aph.

Mingmao opened his eyes and raised his head, just like last time, people around him came and went, but Yiren melted like snow.

This time, it's not a dream.

The world may be bigger and wider than he knows.

Ave was in that world he couldn't set foot in.

I think there's more inspiration.

The hand that grabbed the kit tightened, and Ming pursed his lips and smiled, and moved in the same direction with relief.

He's going to finish the gift to Aph.

They will meet again.

Young people firmly believe.

..................

The sun sets, the sun sets.

Layers of fiery clouds dominate the sky, dyeing the entire sky warm and gorgeous.

Zhu Fang put down the pen and pounded his sore shoulders and neck.

He sat in his study, counting today, he hadn't been to the company for four days.

But this is nothing, he has a large controlling stake in the company, most of the affairs are resolved through the electronic network, and some negotiations that require his presence are moved to other times.

Roughly finishing the things to be dealt with, Zhu Fang looked at the upper left corner.

In the upper left corner of the table, there is a document.

- Divorce agreement.

He didn't sign it, and for so many days he had been pretending to ignore it, but he had put it in the most conspicuous place.

Only you know what it's like.

Why does Fan Xianrong have to divorce, is it bad now?

Zhu Fang didn't understand, and he couldn't figure it out.

The light inside the room was dim, and the man couldn't help but frown when he glanced out the window.

It seemed to be getting darker than ever.