It can really be said that it is the kind of relationship that is very trusting in everything.

Especially, in all things for South Vancouver.

is more trusting, and it also makes Bo Beimo not want to meddle in everything.

The pen was already stuck in the wall just now, and it should have been broken, but his pen was never more than that, so he picked up an ordinary pencil from the desktop and continued to draw that he hadn't finished just now.

"Stay away from her, it's better that you don't touch the brush or something in the future."

This is no longer just a persuasion, but a warning.

And Bo Beimo also not only heard it, but also responded to it.

It is true that Bo Beimo has never liked brushes, let alone painting, but it is also because of the first time a person has done it, but then it seems that there is no such idea to do it again.

Because that sentence really encompasses everything, as well as what may and will not happen in the future.

Bo Beimo was about to leave this place, and the door was almost pushed open.

But there was a sudden voice behind him: "Is the one I painted her beautiful?" ”

Bo Beimo stopped: "It's good-looking." ”

But what I got was not a commendation, but a cold mockery: "Even if she is good-looking, you are not allowed to look at it, she is just mine." ”

Bo Beimo's voice seemed to have a little helplessness to complain: "Okay." ”

"Bo Beimo, you and Nan Jingran are really similar enough."

But what exactly it looks like is not said.

But for a person who knows him to the extreme, how could Bo Beimo not know what he just said?

But even if you can really understand it at this moment, it doesn't seem to matter anymore, but it never seems to matter.

After Bo Beimo left, the room was still as dark as ever, and just at a glance, it seemed to be no different from every previous time.

But Bo Beimo had already understood the biggest change in the room in the few minutes he had just entered.

It's not that I'm not the owner of this room, it's the furnishings in this room.

The picture frame on the table was framed with another painting.

But the previous ones were also not taken away, and they were reluctant to throw them away at all.

Because all of them are the most important things to him, and because the person in the painting is the most important, it is impossible to throw away everything related to the person in the painting.

Even if it really becomes a failure, it will definitely be well collected, but it is just pressed to the bottom of the box that no one can see.

This may be an obsession, or it may be a sick feeling, but no one knows how, but it is certain that it must be a relationship that is different from friendship or family affection.

Just like that, it's an endless stretch of dead wood.

It looked lifeless, and no one was shaking here at this moment.

But even so, it won't make Bo Beimo feel unfamiliar, because everything here is the most familiar thing to him, and it is also a place he doesn't want to leave.

Bo Beimo's gaze also moved from the room he had just walked out to the place where he came.

Gardenia paves the way.

It was a wooden bridge with no end in sight.

But on both sides of the wooden bridge railing, there were two gardenias.