"Doesn't it look like it?" Jiang Beichen came out of the kitchen and happened to see Zigui staring at the painting in a daze.

“…… Like!" Zigui was shocked in his heart: "You, painted?"

"Yes. ”

"Can you give it to me?" Zigui asked, "I like it very much." ”

"Good. Jiang Beichen agreed and smiled: "I can see that you really like it, but there is also the meaning that the drunkard does not mean to drink."

Since I can draw one, I can draw a hundred or more, after all, you are already engraved in my heart. ”

Seen through again?

"Even if you don't have this painting, you can't stop it, I want to please you as a wife. ”

"......" Zigui raised his eyes and looked at Shang with a smile: "Mr. Beichen, my heart is not very strong, don't always scare me." ”

"How can I give up. The corners of Jiang Beichen's lips were slightly raised, his hands were in his trouser pockets, and his words were soft: "The heart is not strong because I haven't gotten used to my way of expressing myself." I'll say it a few more times, and it would be fine. ”

Zigui went from helplessness to seriousness: "Mr. Beichen, you are so smart, you are deliberately misinterpreting my meaning." ”

"Miss Zigui. Jiang Beichen smiled and put down the painting in Zigui's hand: "Are you hungry? Let's cook first, you help me." ”

As he spoke, he had already pulled Zigui to the kitchen.

"You wash the vegetables, I cut the vegetables. ”

Jiang Beichen's words fell, tied the apron for the child, and tied a good-looking bow behind him.

At this time, Zi Gui noticed that Jiang Beichen was also wearing an apron, a black and white striped apron, which was clean and concise, which suited him very well.

He noticed that Zigui looked at himself distractedly, not speaking, not bothering.

Let her look at it as she pleases.

Slowly, a smile rose on his lips, warm, that was the temperature that could warm a piece of sugar.

He laughed at the country and the city, laughed at people, and made people sink.

With such a good-looking smile, she had to wake up, a touch of embarrassment crossed her face, and she turned around and pretended to be calm.

Seriously, she washed the vegetables in her hands wholeheartedly, but she didn't know that the spinach in her hands had been washed by her.

He saw it and reminded: "If you wash it again, you won't be able to eat the spinach." ”

Zigui looked at the dish in his hand: "......"

"In the future, if someone asks, why did Zigui marry you Jiang Beichen. He spoke, always with a warm smile in his voice: "I just said that Zigui had a lust for me, so I got married." ”

“！！！”

She couldn't help but laugh: "I found out that since I entered the door of your house, I have been possessed by 'retarded'. ”

"Nope. Jiang Beichen objected: "It's not that I'm possessed by 'mentally retarded', but I am fascinated by my beauty." ”

Speechless, she was really speechless, looking at his warm, eye-catching appearance, she couldn't help laughing, laughing very relaxed and happy.

Many years later, she deliberately made it difficult for her son to return, saying that she married him because of money and status.

Zigui corrected it very seriously, you are only right on one side, money and status are one of them, and because Mr. Beichen is good-looking, I have a lust.

His home is very warm, eating hot pot is still rattan pepper flavored, and after a while, Zigui's forehead is full of sweat, and his cheeks are red.

It's beautiful.

Jiang Beichen brought his own rice wine: "Do you want to drink some." ”

"Okay. Zigui smiled: "Mr. Beichen, why do you want to study psychology?"

He didn't answer right away.

Beichen looked directly into her eyes, thought about it, and said very seriously, very seriously: "In order to be able to guess the girl's mind more accurately." ”

Such an indecent answer......

At this moment, she was willing to take it seriously, and she saw his extremely serious eyes.

It's telling the truth.

"Did you learn that?" Zigui couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Beichen didn't hesitate, took a sip of wine, and leaned back in his chair: "Once upon a time, Bei Mingxuan hugged Gu Chang'an's body and said, if I can know your heart in advance, I can avoid your sacrifice and your fulfillment......"

At that time, he blamed her, blamed her for leaving him alone... Blame her for throwing the country to him alone...

Was it drunk, or was it dazzling, Zigui was different, and he actually saw the wetness in Jiang Beichen's eyes: "You, are you crying?"

"Huh?" he smiled and looked at her, "yes?"

No, not really.

"Probably, the heat rising from the hot pot blurs the eyes. Zigui said.

Yes, after all these years, he has long forgotten how he felt at the beginning.

Just like that painting, if it weren't for the fact that he saw Zigui at the airport that day, just by virtue of memory, in the past 10 million years, where would he remember it so clearly, but at the airport glance, he recognized Zigui and affirmed that she was the person he was looking for.

Her appearance made her memory clearer and clearer.

Zigui's eyes fell on the oil painting on the side, and for a long time, she looked at it like this: "Mr. Beichen, I think you are painting me, not me." ”

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes: "How to say it." ”

"I feel that you are drawing me, of course, you are talking about the skin, the appearance, even if it is a small mole hidden on the eyebrows, the blessing bag in the ear, you have noticed. Zigui walked up to the oil painting, and his fingertips fell around the eyebrows and eyes of the woman in the painting.

"But the eyes of the woman in the painting are too... It's too cold... It seems that there is too much vigilance hidden, so it feels like she is not me. ”

At this moment, he looked at Zigui, as if he really saw Chang'an thousands of years ago, with a smile on his lips and certainty in his eyes.

Zigui didn't hear Jiang Beichen speak, she turned her head to look at him and found that he was looking at herself in a daze.

His eyes are deep, delicate, and gentle and lethal.

Zigui opened her eyes, at this moment she was suddenly afraid, afraid that she would fall in love with him, wouldn't she?

The distance between her and him is too great, and this kind of perception dares to make Zigui feel uneasy.

"Mr. Beichen, it's time for me to go back to school, and the school should lock the door in a while. ”

"Good. He hoped that she could stay a little longer, or even stay at home, but he knew that Zigui didn't like this: "I'll send you." ”

Zigui noticed that there were dishes on the table, and it was not good to clap your hands and leave after eating: "I'll help you clean up together, let's go." ”

"Are you sure?" Jiang Beichen glanced at the time: "Of course I can't ask for it." ”

Zigui frowned: "How long will it take for you to drive me to school." ”

"There are 13 traffic lights from my house to the school, and if we don't have to wait for one light, we should be at the school in 18 minutes, and if we wait, two of the lights will take 2 minutes, so it's 15 minutes plus 18 minutes. ”

"......" Zigui was surprised: "Mr. Beichen, is there anything else you won't have?"

"Yes! ”

"......" words, I can't take it.

For time reasons, Zigui did not help Beichen clean up.

When they arrived at the school gate, Zigui deliberately glanced at the time, and they only waited for a two-minute intersection the whole time, which was exactly 20 minutes.

At this moment, she had another admiration for him.

There was a smile and admiration in his eyes: "Mr. Beichen, how can you say so accurately?"

He said softly and with a smile: "This road is the shortest and fastest way from my residence to the school to find you. ”

A gentle and gentle sentence slammed heavily on her heart.