Qi Suya looked like she had recovered, but her sluggishness also made everyone care.

Su Nianchu went out and brought back a large box of books.

It's all about psychology.

"Similar to post-traumatic repair disorder?"

She loses everything, and her daily communication is always a few beats slower.

Su Nianchu pondered for a long time, and finally took a long breath.

His room was littered with open books, and there was not even a place to put his feet on the floor.

He closed his book and came downstairs, touched his shawl hair, and then turned and walked into the bathroom.

Pick up the razor, shave the stubble clean, and pick up a pair of scissors yourself, and trim the shawl hair into a crisp short haircut.

He reverted to what she was familiar with.

Cold, noble, light cyan shirt with white trousers, every gesture is elegant.

……

When Su Nianchu came down from upstairs, he saw a black piano in the corner of the living room.

The sound of ding-dong sounded.

Zijin was wearing a light purple shirt, and his gentle and gorgeous man's voice was like a pearl and jade, and he was born with a natural curl.

It turned out that his hair was very long, but more than a year has passed, and some changes have been noticed in Zijin's body.

For example, the original long hair reached the waist, but now it has become a short messy curly hair, which naturally adds a bit of artist's temperament to men, and the messy curls are a bit romantic.

He was sitting at the piano and was playing with Qi Suya with four hands.

In the spring, it's still a little cold outside, but the inside is well heated.

The girl has short hair and is pretty, she wears a long white dress with a round neckline, and her waist is not full of arms.

Zijin stared at her sideways and smiled at her, and she smiled back, and the atmosphere was very warm.

The golden sunlight shone through the window and shone on the two of them, and the scene was as beautiful as a painting.

On the other end, Jiang Fengyu was sitting in front of the drawing board, he was wearing a grass-colored wide-necked sweater.

There was some oil paint on his sweater, and he held the brush in his hand, and he held it horizontally and then vertically.

Measured the direction of their hair in the air, and then rendered the paint on the drawing board.

"Zijin's hair has become a lot shorter."

Qi Suya struck a few notes, and she had a feeling of being derailed from the world.

A gentle smile tugged at the corner of the man's lips, his eyebrows stretched, and the atmosphere around him was comfortable.

The beautiful face of an angel seems to shine in the sunlight.

"This was cut in February last year."

After answering, I was a little nervous.

"Is it okay for me to look like this? Is long hair better, or short hair pleasing to the eye? ”

If Yaya likes long hair, then he will continue to keep it.

Qi Suya looked at his face, "As long as a person is good-looking, no matter what hairstyle he is, he is good-looking." ”

Zijin breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Qi Suya found Su Nianchu, and the moment she turned around, her eyes suddenly lit up.

From a raunchy tramp to a cold and noble prince, she has an appreciation in her eyes.

Nian Chu came to her.

She had been lying down for so long that her body seemed to be stiff, like a rusty machine, and even her fingers were not as nimble as they used to be.

"Tired or not?"

Qi Suya shook her head, "It's just playing the piano." ”

Su Nianchu said: "It's easy to get tired when you sit for too long, so take a rest when you're tired." ”

"Okay."

After Su Nianchu looked back, he looked at Jiang Jingyun, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking lazy and graceful.

Holding a cup of tea in his hand, there is a sense of tranquility in the quiet years.

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