The deliberate incomprehension of the amorous is the choice she made, because she doesn't need to solve it, she is the amorous.

A face that fascinates all beings is enough, if there is a delicate body, it will be the icing of flowers.

A small light was turned on in the room, she took off her slippers, put down her slightly wet hair, and poured down the coolness, tiptoeing lightly on the floor with her bare feet, one step at a time......

The dark yellow ground is glowing, and you can see your own reflection when you step on it, and the black silk nightdress on her body reflects the light, emitting wisps of glittering light, flowing in the air.

A simple waltz took her to the edge of the bed, sat down, lay down, crawled from the foot of the bed to the head of the bed, she hung her head, looked at her palms, and laughed out loud.

"Li Miran, you see, there is no brave man in the palm of his hand. ”

......

For two days in a row, Li Miran stayed in the bedroom, except for eating, he hardly went out.

She continued to paint, and what she painted was unknown, and the random lines were stuffed with random colors......

On the third day, Liu Yiqing sent a video, and her mother appeared on the video call, saying that she was fine in the United States, but she was just busy.

"Mi Ran, my mother was too busy some time ago to bother to contact you, don't blame my mother!"

Looking at her mother's bright smile, she smiled too.

"Well, Mom, I'll be seeing you soon!"

"Okay, I have no opinion on your marriage, Yiqing can take care of you, mother rest assured. However, I can't attend the Chinese wedding, there is a time conflict......"

"Okay, okay, I know, count you the busiest, I don't blame you. ”

"It's the same with my beautiful mother and my father attending on my behalf, what do you say?"

"Well, it's the same. ”

"I heard Yiqing say that you want to continue painting, and your mother supports you...... Hey, don't talk about it, I'm going to hang up......"

In a hurry to shake, hang the line.

In just one minute, Li Miran's mother explained her life's events, efficient and decisive, and always acted in a consistent style.

A businesswoman, despite the opposition of her family, married a poor painter who traveled to Italy and gave birth to a girl in Sicily, Italy, she is 22 years old, her name is Miran, in China.

Her mother's name is Wu Yanfei and she lives in the United States......

The heart is in the South City.

This night, she had a dream, in a long dream, she returned to her mother Wu Yanfei, sitting in a garden full of roses, the father of heaven came in a dream, and in the season of falling flowers, a family of three met and reunited on the other side of the ocean.

In the past few days when I returned home, I slept deeply every night, I dreamed a lot, but I didn't remember much, and most of them were in a trance after waking up, and I needed to sit for a long time to really wake up.

The next day, Li Miran got up early and opened a gap in the window, the morning in the mountains was cool and silky, faintly filled with the smell of sunshine, fresh and moist.

Remembering her mother's words, she supported her in drawing, so ...... Draw?

Looking at her easel, her current ability, she doesn't seem to be able to draw anything creative, her heart is empty, the brush in her hand can only assemble lines and colors, and her "masterpieces" on the easel in recent days can't be taken on the table, and her father's face is lost.

She stayed in the room for another day, did not paint, but looked at her own paintings for a day, the more than 100 medical illustrations, under her brush, the human body was **, from cells to tissues, and then to organs, drugs were decomposed, from ingredients to effects, this is some useful but not very creative paintings.

Perhaps, painting, can continue.

This night, when Yu Jingen came home from a business trip, it was early in the morning, all the bedroom lights were dark, only the porch lights were on, and he stepped on the lights and walked to his room.

When passing by the downstairs guest room, his footsteps paused, and he held the doorknob for a long time, but it was not opened, how could Mi Ran, who had no heart and lungs, still leave the light and wait for him now.

Walking upstairs, he stopped outside a dark bedroom door, the door was open, and he did not step inside, but looked through the door to see the woman on the bed inside.

His eyes were already familiar with the figure of the woman under the thin quilt, and everywhere he looked, he quickly drew her appearance in his mind, mature curves, white skin, large wavy curls, sometimes misty eyes, red lips and teeth, and the corners of the lips hooked...... A flash of spring.

Even so, he didn't hesitate to turn around and walk towards the other room.