Reaching out to take it, he silently ate the rest of the meat. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Soon the sky was white, the light gradually appeared in the forest, and the movement of people getting up in the carriage was also moving.

When Xiaoxi Xiaobei stretched his waist and came out of the carriage, he saw Miss Xiao sleeping on the shoulder of their little master.

Feiying was lying on Xiao Qingtian's lap, Xiao Qingtian leaned on Wu Qingqiu and fell asleep, Wu Qingqiu's back was straight, staring at the burned fire with an expressionless face.

Xiaoxi Xiaobei glanced at each other and made a shushing gesture to each other at the same time. Xiao Bei tiptoed over to their little young master and said in a low voice, "Little young master, do you want to go back to the carriage first?"

Wu Qingqiu frowned slightly, as if he was entangled for a while, and finally stood up silently, picked up the girl who was leaning on him in the middle of the night, and walked towards the carriage with a steady pace.

On the way, they met Xiao Gao Xiaoxiao, who had just come out of the carriage, and both of them were stunned.

Wu Qingqiu's face did not change and put Xiao Qingtian back into the carriage, and then turned back to Xiao Low to ask about the itinerary of the day, and then turned to the carriage again.

The shoulder, which had been stiff for a long time, was faintly sore, and Wu Qingqiu couldn't help but hiss when he accidentally touched it when he lay down.

His brow furrowed slightly, as if he was wondering why he was so strange last night, and as if he was only worried about how the pain could go down.

But no matter what, the slightly frowning brow finally relaxed, and the noise gradually came from outside, and the heat of the sun passed through the roof to the carriage, and the creaking of the carriage resounded.

The drowsiness in the car has become more and more intense.

The carriage was on the road, and it was a dream again when it swayed.

But this time it was not as hysterical and desperate as the last dream.

The air is filled with the scent of flowers, and through the windows, you can see the boundless sea of lilac flowers outside.

A lonely hut, a lonely wooden table in the house.

A quiet man at the table.

On a sunny day, I can only see the girl's back, the girl is holding her back, pinching the brush to write something, dragging her chin from time to time to think for a while, and from time to time she waves quickly.

The girl's back looks very familiar.

Qingtian moved to see what she was writing, but found that she couldn't move in place.

The breeze blows, the girl's pink skirt floats up and falls, and the fragrance of flowers in the air grows stronger.

It took a long time for the girl to close her booklet, stand up and stretch, and run out of the house with joy.

The girl's bouncing figure disappeared as soon as she arrived at the sea of flowers, and she rubbed her eyes on a sunny day, only to see that the wind and waves were calm outside, and there was no happy little girl at all.

She had no choice but to withdraw her gaze to the booklet on the wooden table.

The pages are slightly rolled, the cover is yellowed, and the three crooked characters seem to be stretched on it.

Marriage book.

The gentle breeze grew stronger, the blue sky outside the window suddenly became gloomy, the slender branches swayed wildly in the wind, and the marriage books neatly placed on the table fell to the ground and landed right at her feet.

Sunny squatted down and stretched out his hand, but paused before touching the booklet.

For some reason, she didn't dare to flip in.

The sound of bones sounded, and Qingtian raised his eyes slightly, and saw that a brush blown off by the wind happened to be blocked by the marriage book.

The fingers that had been paused changed direction and picked up the slightly old brush.

Ink leached from the bristles, and the air was filled with the fragrance of Tianguo flowers......

When I woke up on a sunny day, it was afternoon, the carriage was still walking on the road, and on the soft couch on the other side, Wu Qingqiu was lying on his side.

Wu Qingqiu's sleeping face was extremely quiet, not only quiet, but his smooth and full forehead was frowning tightly, as if he had something extremely troublesome, so that he couldn't sleep peacefully. It adds a lot of vicissitudes to the quiet.

Thinking that he was falling asleep on this person's shoulder, Qingtian had a very subtle feeling in his heart. But only for a moment.

She slept for a long time, and when she woke up, she had the illusion of being in a different world.

Gently lift the curtain and go out, and sit down.

It was dusk, and the setting sun shone reddish on the road, on the horses, on the cars, and on the tall woods on the other side of the road.

The afternoon sun is warm but not dry, and this kind of daylight makes people enjoy it tightly, and they sit like this on a sunny day, sitting quietly.

Wu Qingqiu in the carriage soon woke up, and seemed to be relieved when he lifted the curtain and saw her outside.

Pin the car curtain, Wu Qingqiu turned the book again and watched quietly in the sunset.

On a sunny day, looking at the scenery along the way, the scenery along the way was not much worse, and I felt bored when I looked at it, so I looked back at the carriage.

It turns out that Wu Qingqiu is not just reading a book, he also takes notes from time to time, his slender white fingers are pinching the brush, casual and leisurely, and the words he writes are also beautiful and beautiful.

Qingtian's heart flashed with a little envy.

When she was in elementary school, the school opened a Chinese culture class, grabbed a brush for a few days, and made herself ink every time. She didn't know how to use the brush that Jiang Shui gave her.

Qingtian reached out and touched it in his arms.

"Oops!"

Wu Qingqiu was disturbed by her words, stopped what he was doing, and turned his head slightly to look at her suspiciously.

Qingtian got up and climbed back into the carriage, rummaging through it, even lifting the cushions on the couch. When he finally stopped, a thin layer of sweat had appeared on his body, and he sat on the collapse and gasped a few times, and raised his eyes to meet Wu Qingqiu's slightly puzzled gaze.

Qingtian paused, then pointed to the brush he was holding in his hand, "You... Have you ever seen my brush, um... Only... Dusty, pretty shabby. ”

Wu Qingqiu tilted his head and glanced at the brush in his hand, shook his head, and handed over the pen in his hand again.

The barrel of the pen is black, the fingers are pink and white, and the rounded nails are knocked together with the barrel, which makes people feel particularly itchy at the bottom of their hearts. Especially in the contrast of colors, Wu Qingqiu's fingers are particularly lush.

It must be cool to the touch.

The attention of the sunny day was suddenly off.

Reaching out and holding the pen, she also held the hand holding the pen, and sure enough, it was cooler than she thought. Qingtian thought about it in a daze, but didn't notice that Wu Qingqiu's ears were already red.

Wu Qingqiu followed her gaze and saw the hands of the two holding each other, and suddenly felt that his hands were very hot, and his hands were loose.

"Hey!"

The sound of the brush falling to the ground was muffled, and the ink splashed, outlining plum blossoms on the plain mat.

Qingtian suddenly came back to his senses and said in a daze: "You... Haven't you seen it?"

Wu Qingqiu lowered his head and looked at the mat and said, "It's dirty, I'll just ask Xiao Gao to wash it when it's over." ”

The conversation between the two was not on the same channel at all, and after speaking, there was an eerie silence in the carriage.

Looking out the window on a sunny day, he was thinking about the situation of holding a brush in both hands, which seemed to be very familiar.