"I don't understand, and I don't want to." ”

Mr. Dou looked very excited: "You must understand, before marrying you, I was painting ladies' pictures, and later changed the landscapes and flowers and birds, I also want to paint well, but the interlacing is like a mountain!" Speaking of this, Mr. Dou's whole person was depressed, and his tone was full of confusion and uneasiness: "In the past two or three years, I have never found my feelings, I have never painted even a decent work of art, lady, my artistic inspiration has dried up." ”

Hu Jiao'e scoffed at this statement: "Oh, then you go outside to see women, and you have inspiration?"

"It is only from real people that I can absorb the energy that comes from human nature. ”

Hu Jiao'e twisted her waist: "Then why don't you suck it from me?"

Mr. Dou, who owes IQ, directly gave an idiot answer: "Aesthetic fatigue." ”

And Hu Jiao'e on the other side is cold, what is aesthetic fatigue? To put it bluntly, I am tired of it.

"I see. I know you've been bothering me for a long time. ”

And Mr. Dou didn't know that he had made a mistake of principle, and he was still dying: "Let me give you an analogy, no matter how delicious the braised pork is, you can't eat it all at once." Occasionally, you can change the flavor and try the cabbage."

"I'm braised pork, so which one is the little cabbage?" Seeing Mr. Dou turn his head helplessly, Hu Jiao'e became even more energetic, and a series of questions bombarded like a cannon: "What's her surname? What is her name? Where does she live? How old is she? You hooked up for a long time?"

Mr. Dou couldn't collapse at all, this was just nonsense, so he slapped the table and stood up: "It's unreasonable! Why can't you understand what you say!"

Hu Jiao'e is naturally not to be outdone, you go to see other women in front of your mother every day, just look at it, and draw it, you say that woman can bear it? So Hu Jiao'e also took the case and sneered at her own man: "I just don't understand, I don't have culture, I don't have level, I don't have cultivation." You, you are a great cultural person, a great artist, how good you are!"

Mr. Dou was so angry that the first Buddha was born and the second Buddha ascended to heaven, and the string in his brain broke at that time.

"Okay, okay, don't say it, don't say it, let's write it now, write it now!"

"Okay, I'll watch you write!"

。。。。。。

Mr. Dou walked to the staircase and was about to go downstairs, when the arrogant Hu Jiao'e squeezed him away and came down first.

"I'm going back now, go back and pack my things. If you're not at ease, go back with me and save me from stealing from you. ”

Mr. Dou also lost his previous literati style, and looked like a gangster, "No, you can take whatever you want, it doesn't matter if you empty the whole house for me, you just need to leave my paintings for me." ”

Hu Jiao'e tilted her head, "It's so beautiful, I can't leave you any of your paintings." ”

Mr. Dou said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, no one cares about me in the future anyway, I just look at people casually, and when I finish reading, I will draw as many paintings as I want." Speaking of this, he leaned into the other person's ear and whispered, "I paint a hundred pictures every day." ”

Hearing the other party's provocative tone, Hu Jiao'e almost couldn't hold back.

"Okay, then I wish you a name in history and a hundred flowers!"

Seeing that the other party turned his head and left, the shopkeeper's mouth reappeared in the rivers and lakes: "Hey, Miss Hu, please stay, can you listen to me?"

But Hu Jiao'e unfolded the book of resignation and threw it on the table, "Hey, the book of resignation is in hand, what else is there to say?"

Tong Xiangyu also felt a little tricky, but out of the spirit of humanitarianism, she really didn't want this couple to be separated because of anger.

"I don't think it's worth it for the two of you to break up for this little thing, come, you sit. ”

Hu Jiao'e was angry, and she didn't have a good face for the shopkeeper: "Whether it's worth it or not is a matter between the two of us, and it has nothing to do with outsiders." ”

Mr. Dou on the other side couldn't stand it anymore, and pointed at his mother-in-law and scolded: "Unreasonable, she is just unreasonable, she has always been like this." ”

Hu Jiao'e, who was provoked, naturally would not swallow her anger, and she slapped the table with a short temper: "What is unreasonable? Which is unreasonable? Isn't it reasonable to be reasonable? Okay, you speak, you speak." As he spoke, he sat down.

Tong Xiangyu saw that the two of them were on the bar again, and immediately came out to play a round: "The first thing to say is Mr. Dou, he said that looking at people is for art, and we have the right to believe this." ”

Who would have thought that Hu Jiao'e would be like a mirror in her heart: "Of course I believe it, but I'm not happy, he goes outside every day to see those women, so where will I put my face?"

Hearing that this was the case, Tong Xiangyu was also a little embarrassed: "The following is this question, as his wife, you have the responsibility and obligation to help him regain his artistic life, right?"

As soon as she heard this, Hu Jiao'e glanced at her with disdain, no need to ask, she must have wanted to say: Standing and talking does not hurt your back.

"I guess you should have a boyfriend. ”

"Yes. ”

At the same time, Lao Bai on the side beckoned to the other party, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Then your boyfriend goes outside every day to see those women, are you happy in your heart?"

"If it's for art, of course I'......" Speaking of this, the shopkeeper knew that he could not deceive himself: "Not happy." ”

And Hu Jiao'e has a proud expression that she knew it was like this.

"Maybe I'll allow him to peek without knowing it. Speaking of this, the shopkeeper turned his head and said to Lao Bai half entrusted, half threatened: "The premise is not to let me know." ”

Lao Bai shrugged his shoulders helplessly, in order to persuade these two people, let her do whatever she wants.

"If it's just a look, then I can turn a blind eye, marriage is a process of compromise between two people, the key is to grasp the scale and proportion. ”

"Can compromise make us happy?"

"Then it depends on what your definition of happiness is, if it is the hand of the son, grow old with the son......"

At this time, Mr. Dou finally couldn't help it, and quietly walked in front of Hu Jiao'e, "This is exactly my goal, it has always been, Jiao'e, since I saw you for the first time, I have been determined not to leave you every minute of my life." That's what I did, and I've never regretted it, and I've never ...... when we're arguing the hardest."

Hearing such an affectionate confession, Hu Jiao'e covered Mr. Dou's mouth, "Don't say it." ”

The two tacitly grabbed both ends of the Xiu book, and with one force, there was a stabbing sound, and the mirror was broken and reunited.

"If you want to quarrel, let's go home and quarrel again, as long as you don't leave, I am willing to quarrel with you for a lifetime. ”

"Dead ghosts, non-existent, go. ”

Seeing the two of them holding their arms and leaving, Chu Nan sighed and said, "Finally reconciled." ”

Li Dazui woke up like a dream and chased out: "Hey, Mr. Dou, you haven't painted my painting for me yet! Mr. Dou!"

Lao Bai walked over and took the shopkeeper's hand, "The hand of the son...."

On the other side, Xiao Guo and Xiucai are also snuggling together, "growing old with their son." ”

I'll go, this handful of dog food, caught off guard.