Gu Lianlian clicked on the mobile phone video, and Huo Qubing in it was cleaning his beloved horse by the stream.

Mo Shaozhen sat next to him and felt deeply: "This is lightning. ”

"Huh?"

Mo Shaozhen took the phone over, stroked the beloved horse in the video with his fingertips, and hid a strong attachment in his eyes: "My favorite horse, I almost forgot what it looked like and what else did I shoot?" ”

Mo Shaozhen flipped through it casually, she took a lot of photos, more than a hundred, most of them were camp life, but when he was young, there were only a dozen.

Mo Shaozhen flipped through it for a while, only selected two, and sent them to his own WeChat through her WeChat.

Gu Lianlian looked at it, one was lightning, and the other was featureless, a landscape photo in the pure military camp, which made her curious to death.

"Why did you choose this one, what's so special about this? Do you want a photo of us? ”

Mo Shaozhen's magnified photo is just a silhouette in armor, purely a passerby who inadvertently entered the mirror, but for him, it is hard to find.

"This is my uncle."

"General Wei Qing?"

"Hmm."

Mo Shaozhen's eyes were slightly wet at some point: "I've forgotten my uncle's appearance, this one is very good, if it's a straight face, it's even better." ”

Gu Lianlian could feel his remembrance: "Do you have a good relationship with your uncle?" ”

"I was brought up by my uncle."

No wonder, that feeling is certainly not ordinary.

Gu Lianlian said regretfully: "It's a pity that I don't have the superpower of the magic pen Ma Liang now, otherwise I will take you back to the Han Dynasty and let you see your uncle." ”

Mo Shaozhen smiled, and this girl's tone became bigger and bigger.

Returning the phone to her, she got up, and her steps were a little lonely: "I can't go back." ”

He can easily go to any dynasty, but he can't go to the eras where he once lived, probably, God is afraid that he will go back and change history. Ridiculous, he never wanted to change history.

After death, reborn, dynasties have changed countless times, and all the people who value it have become loess, even if you go back, what's the point?

Gu Lianlian looked at Mo Shaozhen's lonely back, felt sad inexplicably, strode after him, and took the initiative to hug his arm, wanting to drive away homesickness for him.

"You know what? I was in the Han Dynasty, according to your robes, designed a lot of women's clothing, you said that I will only design in the future, and the rest will be handed over to you, you are not allowed to regret it, I will take you to see my design works. ”

"It's full of five big boxes, I even have the theme of this series in mind, and it's called "Battle Suits"."

"The theme is: in this fiercely competitive international big city, every girl who is uprooted from her hometown and fighting in the workplace should have a robe exclusive to her, showing their unyielding and self-confidence, so that the girls who walk in the city and work hard, in this cold winter, the aura index will instantly rise!"

Gu Lianlian said excitedly, walking with an aura contaminated from the barracks, eager to be recognized by her partners: "What do you think?" ”

Mo Shaozhen said: "If you can see the works first, if you can still see them, I will arrange for you to participate in Fashion Week." ”

Gu Lianlian jumped up excitedly: "Participate in Fashion Week, do you want to go to the show?" You're not kidding me, are you? Hahaha take a walk, I'll take you to see it. ”

Haha, she also wants to know, can her works that have been busy for more than a month be in the eyes of others?

Anyway, she herself is very, very, very satisfied, so confident that she can't wait to lift her tail to the sky.