I don't know if it's the reason why he lost part of his memory of Qiu Ci, Qiu Ci feels that Lu Fengbai seems to be more gentle than before, maybe in Lu Fengbai's heart, he feels that he should be so gentle with Qiu Ci.

The reason why the flowers are beautiful is because of the careful care of God, and in Lu Fengbai's eyes, the reason why Qiu Ci is beautiful must be taken care of by him.

Qiu Ci didn't know what Lu Fengbai was thinking, but he knew that Lu Fengbai was actually very good like this, what if he didn't have memory, he still liked her so much, she was by his side as always, memories can be recreated, but love is not wanted, and it is difficult to give up.

Lu Fengbai looked at the neatly arranged dumplings on the table, his eyebrows rose slightly, and he smiled very proudly: "It's time to get out of the pot." Qiu Ci immediately stood up and followed him: "I'll help you." Lu Fengbai poked the flour she had smeared on her face because she was careless, and said with a smile: "You stay here, I'll do it for you." Although Qiu Ci wanted to make a modest effort, Lu Fengbai's momentum was too domineering, and he wanted to resist and do something, but because he heard his words, he suddenly became well-behaved.

In such a winter day, the sunshine in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the soft sofa, the warm blankets, the dumplings just out of the pot and a loved one, I am afraid that it is the best wish of her life, but today it has come true.

Lu Fengbai walked to her with dumplings and moved the small square table to her, Qiu Ci originally wanted to bask in the sun lazily, but as soon as the dumplings came, she immediately sat up straight, Lu Fengbai saw that she looked like a flower cat with dried fish, and couldn't help laughing.

Handing over the chopsticks, Qiu Ci picked one up and ate it, Lu Fengbai saw that her eyebrows were about to fly, and nodded with a thumbs up: "It's delicious." Lu Fengbai smiled, he lowered his head and ate one, the taste was really good, he had also made dumplings before, but he thought it was the best today, and the reason for this deliciousness was nothing more than that there was one more person around him.

He looked at the autumn speech that was eating and asked softly, "Have I ever made dumplings for you before?" Qiu Ci shook his head and said, "I've made a lot of food, but I haven't made dumplings." ”

"Do you like to eat?" Qiu Ci looked at his expectation, and her heart warmed slightly, she didn't hate dumplings, and she didn't like them so much when she said she liked them, but now she felt that she should like to eat, not because of how delicious it was, but who ate it with and who it came from.

She nodded, "Yes." Lu Fengbai smiled, one hand supported his chin, and the chopsticks plucked the white dumplings that didn't seem to be very appetizing, but he still ate a plate in this state.

Qiu Ci rubbed her belly and said, "Teacher, what should I do if I can't eat it in the future?" Lu Fengbai was stunned for a moment, he didn't know why his heart panicked when he heard her say that he couldn't eat it in the future, this kind of unexplained nervousness made him feel bored for a while, he raised his hand and flicked her head: "As long as I'm alive, you will eat." ”

"Then you must outlive me." Qiu Ci got up and put away the dishes and put them in the kitchen.

"I'll do it." Lu Fengbai took the things in her hand and put them in the pool. The sun outside the house was just right, Qiu Ci was kicked out of the kitchen by Lu Fengbai, she simply sat on the sofa to bask in the sun, and Lu Fengbai came out and saw Qiu Ci sitting on a blanket, with headphones in and his eyes closed.

In a trance, he felt as if he had seen it somewhere, the same afternoon, the same person at a different time and place, he walked behind her and sat down, and gently held her in his arms.

Qiu Ci, who was originally listening to music, was taken aback, she glanced back at Lu Fengbai, smiled slightly and leaned into his arms, found a comfortable position and closed her eyes: "It's so comfortable!" She rubbed her face back and forth against his chest.

"It's a familiar scene." His chin was lowered above her head, and a deep voice came from his chest into her ears, inexplicably reassuring Qiu Ci.

Qiu Ci leaned into his arms and laughed quietly: "The last time you held me like this, I didn't like you." Lu Fengbai lowered his head and looked at her side face, the soft silhouette exuded tenderness everywhere, he couldn't help but reach out and touch her face, and her temperature remained everywhere his fingertips were crossed, as if he remembered something, but when he thought about it himself, it was blank.

The feeling of wanting to come out but not being able to catch it made him very uncomfortable. I don't know how long she has been in this posture, Qiu Ci seemed to have woken up from sleep, rubbed her eyes and sat up straight, looked at Lu Fengbai very tiredly with her head up, and after a long time, she suddenly smiled, pulling the corners of her mouth with a hint of playfulness, and looked at him.

Lu Fengbai was a little hairy when he was seen, swallowed and foamed, and his eyes were a little evasive: "What do you want to do?" Qiu Ci raised his hand to cover his face and looked at it carefully: "I want to paint a portrait of you." ”

"There's no paper here." Lu Fengbai was a little helpless about her character. Who knew that Qiu Ci didn't care, got up and walked to his backpack and took out a notebook from it: "I have a sketchbook." Lu Fengbai surrendered.

"Draw better." Lu Fengbai sat opposite her and said slightly nervously. He hasn't been a model for many years, so it's inevitable to be nervous, he used to be a model entirely because when a model can sleep without painting, as soon as the stool is moved to the corner, he can immediately make up for sleep when he sits there, and he doesn't have to worry about others seeing his sleeping appearance, after all, there are people who sleep in the studio.

Qiu Ci has a good habit, that is, she will carry paper and pen wherever she goes, and other girls have cosmetics in their bags or something, and her bag is paper and pencils, or food and all kinds of small things, band-aids and the like.

So it's not surprising that Qiu Ci can take out something from his bag that others can't take out. Clean drawing paper, neatly sharpened charcoal...... Qiu Ci sat opposite him, carefully looking at his appearance, even if he had known him for so long, even if he had seen him for so long, Qiu Ci had never looked at his appearance carefully, as if he had a few glances in a hurry on weekdays, and engraved his appearance in the bottom of his heart, without thinking carefully, he knew that the person in the distance was him, and the person who appeared in his heart was also him.

There were several strokes up and down on the white paper, and his form could be faintly discerned. She likes to draw eyes, people often say that eyes are the window of the soul, so when Qiu Ci has not mastered the human form, she can easily draw very realistic and good-looking eyes, every time she practices drawing eyes on paper, uninformed people will think, this girl's painting skills are really high!

In fact, when Lu Fengbai first taught her, the things she painted at that time were really not good-looking, and every time she painted something, Lu Fengbai would find countless flaws, but only the eyes of her pen, Lu Fengbai never said it, and never raised objections.

As time passed, the human figure on the paper gradually became clearer, and Lu Fengbai's appearance was almost printed on the paper, both the charm and the form were roughly the same.

Qiu Ci looked at the painting on the paper, smiled with great satisfaction, she put down her things and handed it over like a treasure: "Teacher, look." Lu Fengbai took the painting, according to his memory, he should not have seen Qiu Ci's painting, but I don't know why, as soon as he saw this delicate painting, he felt that this painting should have been painted by her, and there was a strange feeling in the dark that pulled him.

He nodded: "It's beautiful!" ”

"It's so pale." Qiu Ci's tone sounded a little complaining, but there was a look of excitement in his eyes.

Lu Fengbai held the painting in his hand, raised his head and looked at Qiu Ci for a long time, looking earnest: "I really want to remember everything." Qiu Ci looked at him, speechless, Lu Fengbai sat on the ground and looked at Qiu Ci standing in front of him: "You told me that you would help me remember everything, but it was too slow, I can't wait to know everything, what is in the memory of those two years, I want to know my own feelings, not what you told me, I always feel that I should be better than you are now." He said, pointing to the beating place of his chest and saying, "Tell me here, you might leave me." Qiu Ci's heart trembled, and that kind of uneasiness and fear made her dare not look at Lu Fengbai's eyes.

She went to the doctor a long time ago, and the doctor said that although she was not in good health, she should be careful, all her illnesses were formed at the time of her parents' divorce, and depression and heart disease were formed at that time.

But fortunately, God was merciful and spared her life, and she went back and forth several times before she got a sentence that life was unhindered.

She crouched down and sat across from him, shrugged her shoulders and smiled very easily, "You're thinking too much." Lu Fengbai looked at her face and smiled faintly: "Then I believe you." Qiu Ci held Lu Fengbai's face and kneaded gently: "Just believe me." Although he said this, Lu Fengbai was always at ease, the lost part of the memory made him feel uneasy about this relationship for no reason, people often say that there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, although Lu Fengbai is not a pessimistic person, but everything related to Qiu Ci, he cares very much, and he does not allow the slightest mistake to happen.

He had thought about how good it would be if he was the heaven in the world's mouth, he would not let the wind and clouds float above her head, and if he was the sky, he would definitely use his best strength to protect her for the rest of his life.

And he never expected that the unfathomable storm was not someone else, but himself, he pushed her into the abyss with his own hands, broke her wings with his own hands, and ruined her life in his hands.

Qiu Ci took the portrait and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched quietly, Lu Fengbai stood behind her without saying a word, just staying together quietly like this, looking at her may be satisfied.

Isn't that what love is all about? It doesn't need to be vigorous, the most important thing is that the long aftertaste is the long stream.