Speaking of this, Cong Nianwei chuckled even more, as if she had thought of something, and the sweetness appeared on her face: "Actually, I already knew that Qin Guan had such a physique. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"At that time, we were not acquainted, he had just entered school and sat in the corner of the playground, pretending to read Tolstoy's poems, surrounded by the adoring onlookers of little girls, but I saw a gray mouse, very disgusted, running out of the cement hole under his seat."

"So, I've actually been paying attention to him for a long time, but he's a fool and doesn't know at all."

Listening to Cong Nianwei suddenly tell a past that no one knew, the Hilton next to her suddenly lost the spirit that he had at the beginning, which could snatch love with a knife.

She pursed her lips a little complicated, and stole a glance at Cong Nianwei's expression beside her: "At the beginning, you also liked Qin Guan at school as much as I do now?" How old were you then? It's when we first met. ”

Cong Nianwei shook her head, and the smile on her face became even bigger: "I pay attention to him, but it's not that I like it, it's curiosity, I just want to see if all species are very resistant to Qin Guan." ”

"He probably didn't even realize how many sparrows and cats and dogs on the side of the road he had startled when he was pretending to be a crush on other girls."

"I watched Qin Guan every day as a daily comedy, which added a lot of fun to my boring high school life."

"Of course, he himself has more fun, and people with him are always happy."

Cong Nianwei glanced at the Hilton beside him who didn't say a word, lowered his head and drew circles with the tips of his high heels: "I have known each other at the age of 15 for 8 years now. ”

"So, I'll let you see more. Liking someone and falling in love with someone are completely different, and women often don't know the difference between the two. ”

What should I do if what my rival says makes sense?

Hilton on the side looked at Cong Nianwei, who had returned to his original state, and waved his hand with a smile with Qin Guan, who had already arrived at his destination.

Tasha Duduo, who was sitting by the fence outside his house, smiled at the wrinkles on his face after seeing Lin Lun's gesture.

Her old friend still likes to play tricks on people, she shook her head slightly, put the latest illustration manuscript in her hand, and then spread a clean white paper on her lap.

"Mr. Lin Lun, I'm here, how do you want to compose the picture? Or am I free to play? ”

Qin Guan beckoned to the group under the banyan tree opposite, the scenery here is even more beautiful and intoxicating, and the endless flat countryside is displayed in front of Qin Guan after passing through these lush bouquets.

Lin Lun on the other side suddenly showed eight teeth with a smile, he pointed to the fenced hut next to Qin Guan, and gestured: "Qin Guan, at the door of the wooden hut with a red roof and white walls, yes, right there, you hold on to the fence and look sideways over here!" ”

Qin Guan, who was particularly serious at work, came to the corresponding position very cooperatively according to Lin Lun's instructions, but when he was just standing, he heard a 'moo' cry in his ears.

When Qin Guan, who had a black line on his face, looked in the direction of Lin Lun and Tasha Duduo again, the two elderly people over there were already about to laugh among the flowers.

A beautiful calf girl with black and white flowers, with her big ignorant eyes, walked out of the half-hidden fence door wet.

As a semi-free-range farmer's favorite flower cow, he is curious about how a farm with few strangers can become lively in a day.

But when it saw a stranger standing outside its territory, a feeling of contempt arose from the bottom of her heart, and the cowgirl resolutely stepped out of her fence in order to protect her nest.

The bell on the calf's neck jingles with the movement of its four hooves, and the warm summer breeze blows its shiny coat slightly.

In front of it was a young man with long legs, happily playing with him in a field full of cabbage.

What a dreamy idyllic scene, green and green, red and gorgeous.

With the hand of drawing flying on the paper, the shutter clicking in the world, the two artists have been immersed in their own unique creative atmosphere, and neither cares about the model who has created infinite inspiration for them.

Friends of the dead are not dead and poor, Qin Guan, for the sake of the art of New York, please run hard.

Qin Guan in the picture didn't dare to stop at this time, did the cow behind him have the tradition of Spanish bullfighting?

At this time, he only had one thing in mind, where did he wear red clothes?

If you abandon the color of the underwear, today's Qin Guan is as refreshing as a hanging noodle.

The setting sun was slightly slanting, Tasha Dudo stopped the last line of paintbrush in her hand, and Lin Lun, who was in the field, had already leisurely filled his pipe with a second pot of tobacco.

Cong Nianwei on the side had already quietly sorted out these first manuscripts, and Qin Guan, who was physically exhausted on the ridges, had already given up struggling.

He lay on the field in a large-character posture quite unproductively, and watched the little flower cow above his head gradually bring its big face over.

'Moo'

A big pink tongue licked Qin Guan's face like this, making half of his face wet. For the sake of your pleasure playing with me, I admit that you are a guest of my farm! This is your reward.

As night fell, candles lit in Tasha Dudo's room, there was no electricity, the stove was lit by pine ball firewood, and the drinking water in the manor was drawn from a mountain stream, which was a pure natural life without any modernity.

The milk in the cup is a gift from a heifer, the vegetables stewed in a big iron pot are the harvest in the field, and the vase is a wild flower that Cong Nianwei didn't know where to find it, and everything is so back to basics.

Of course, if you abandon the very simple wooden board bed, it will squeak when you turn over, and the handmade wool blanket will be a little prickly under you, and the isolated life here is still very beautiful and leisurely.

It wasn't too early to get dark, but for a farm without electricity, there was only one thing left to do quietly lying in bed and waiting for sleep to come. (To be continued.) )