Looking at the cars whizzing by beside him, Xiao Baoju came back to his senses. "Linlin, that.... Zhao Gang is already gone? Xiao Baoju said to Shao Lin a little nervously.

"I know? What's wrong? Shao Lin said indifferently.

"What's that.... Man.... Men and women do not kiss each other. Xiao Baoju felt that he should be a gentleman, just now Shao Lin took the initiative to hold his arm, probably deliberately for Zhao Gang to see, and now Zhao Gang is gone. Should we keep a little distance? After all, my willpower is relatively weak.

"And! Stupid you, men and women don't kiss. Does this count? Shao Lin said and stood on tiptoe and kissed Xiao Baoju's face.

"That, Linlin. I don't like to take advantage of people, you see, you... You've kissed me, do I have to kiss you too? Xiao Baoju grabbed Shao Lin, who wanted to pull his hand away, and said with an 'innocent' face.

"Okay, come on?"

"Ahem.... We.... What are we going to eat tonight? "Good fellow, women take the initiative, it's really nothing for men. But Xiao Baoju, who came over, could vaguely feel that he might have to hand over the peach blossom luck tonight.

Shao Lin liked the assorted hot pot in Zicheng, so the two found a restaurant, ordered an assorted hot pot and a few bottles of beer and sat down. "Baoju, do you know what day it is?" Shao Lin smiled and opened a bottle of beer for Xiao Baoju and handed it to him and asked.

"What day? I don't know? Is it your birthday? Xiao Baoju was stunned and couldn't remember what day it was. But in the general movie scene, if the woman asks like this, 80% of it is someone's birthday.

"You guessed it, today is indeed my birthday, and it is also the 3rd anniversary of my divorce. Hehe..." Shao Lin laughed self-deprecatingly, picked up her beer and drank it down.

"Linlin, what birthday present do you want? That... I... Xiao Baoju was a little embarrassed, and he really let himself be right.

"You're my best gift, huh? Okay, what a big deal, I don't care much about this, drink with me! Shao Lin said playfully to Xiao Baoju.

Shao Lin was drunk, maybe it was because he remembered some bad past, but tonight he was indeed drunk. It was Xiao Baoju who carried it back, but he couldn't find the key to Shao Lin's room. Xiao Baoju's mind struggled for more than ten minutes, and finally gritted his teeth and put Shao Lin into his room.

Xiao Baoju looked at Shao Lin who was sleeping in front of him, his heart was extremely complicated, but after thinking about it again, he didn't do anything excessive, just helped Shao Lin take off his shoes and covered his quilt to let Shao Lin sleep peacefully. Xiao Baoju thought about it, today is Shao Lin's birthday, and he should prepare a birthday gift, at least buy a bouquet of flowers for others, right? This made Xiao Baoju feel a little rude, if Shao Lin didn't get drunk tonight, maybe something could happen to the two, but Shao Lin was drunk, and he came to his room, guarding a big beauty who was not moved, that is nonsense, you have to find something to do for yourself, right?

Simply, Xiao Baoju found an oil canvas and fixed it on the wall. Traditional chinese painting? Xiao Baoju may still be a primary school student, but he has many years of experience in oil painting, in Western painting, roses have a special meaning, in Western history, the Virgin Mary and white roses have a long tradition. The roses in the Garden of Eden were considered thornless, and thorns only appeared in the case of original sin. The Virgin Mary conceived Jesus without sin, and she was called "the rose without thorns" – completely pure. In stark contrast to the white rose is the red rose, which is associated with her son, Jesus. Red is like the blood he left behind for the sins of the world.

The Dutch painter Vincent van Gogh is particularly famous for his oil painting "Roses". The flowing green in his "Rose" is more like the main theme of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1. Van Gogh used his rapid brush to play fast and smooth notes on the canvas, pouring his simple and tenacious passion for life into the intertwined notes of color. Perhaps Van Gogh used his brush to express his own state of life - the stubbornness of solitary protrusion of vitality, sneering at all the vulgarity of the mortal world. Joseph Redud, a famous flower painter, is known for his beautiful floral watercolors. Redud was particularly adept at painting roses and lilies, and was known as the "Raphael of Flowers".

However, when Xiao Baoju drafted the oil painting "Roses" in his heart, his mind flashed with the thoughts of these great painters, and at this moment, Xiao Baoju thought that he was Van Gogh and Joseph Redaud. Xiao Baoju coincidentally entered the realm of the 'inspiration' that the big guy rumored to be.

When a ray of morning light shone into the bedroom through the window, Shao Lin also woke up, and the first thing that caught her eye when she opened her eyes was an oil painting hanging on the wall, on which was a huge bouquet of roses. Immediately afterwards, Shao Lin realized that this was not his room, and his first reaction was to look at his body, his clothes were neatly worn on his body, while Xiao Baoju was sleeping on his stomach on the table next to him. Last night he ······

In the lower right corner of the oil painting is a line written for my favorite Ms. Shao Lin. Was this what he painted overnight? Shao Lin stood up gently, looking at the oil paintings on the wall that had not dried the paint, and couldn't help but have tears in her eyes. At this moment, Shao Lin can no longer control the emotions in her heart. took the initiative to step forward and hugged the sleeping Xiao Baoju.

"Fool, go to bed, shall you?" Shao Lin looked at Xiao Baoju who opened his eyes, and said softly.

"Uh... Linlin, are you awake? I..." Without waiting for Xiao Baoju to finish speaking, Shao Lin took the initiative to kiss him, and everything was silent at this moment. Shao Lin took the initiative to take off her clothes and lay down shyly in Xiao Baoju's bed, looking at the stupid Xiao Baoju couldn't help but be shy.