Mu Xiangqing hurriedly returned to the room, opened the closet, and looked at the clothes, all of which were pants, short sleeves, and vests, she liked them, but she was used to wearing them, and others were used to them.

Mu Xiangqing frowned as if thinking about a problem, pouted and sat down, and suddenly remembered what her father sent yesterday, there should be a skirt, although she wore it less, her father, grandfather, or cousin all liked to give her skirts.

She turned and walked towards the utility room.

From the moment he knew that Mu Xiangqing was going to school in Bei'an, Mu Feiyu transformed the utility room into a cloakroom and asked Mu Xiangqing to put things.

After entering, Mu Xiangqing looked around, and the clothes were hung up by the people who sent them, and sure enough, there was a skirt.

stepped forward to pick it up, and Mu Xiangqing picked it up and changed it.

After changing his clothes and standing in front of the full-length mirror, Mu Xiangqing was very satisfied, but the next second he frowned slightly and looked at the half-length hair, and then turned around and went back to the room.

When the mobile phone rang, Mu Xiangqing just changed into shoes.

Mu Xiangqing pressed the phone and went out.

Going downstairs and walking out the door, she met a pair of smiling, gentle and amazing eyes.

Mu Xiangqing was very satisfied with the effect she saw, but she was also amazed.

Sikong Jue was wearing a white shirt, the hem was tucked into light gray slacks, white board shoes, coupled with his long height and proper hangers, and his eyes were further up to the handsome and handsome face.

The whole person exudes a clean, noble and elegant temperament.

It's like a beautiful man who came out of a comic, so handsome, how can anyone be so perfect.

Sikong Jue looked at Mu Xiangqing and was also shocked.

The dress with lotus sleeves has a simple pale green upper body, embroidered patterns at the waist and over-the-knee skirt, and a gradient from the lightest green to forest green at the lower skirt, with a pair of white single shoes, fresh and elegant.

She combed her hair into a ball, playful and cute, delicate and cold facial features with a smile, fair skin without makeup, and was flawless, as beautiful as an elf who accidentally fell into the world to play.

The two looked at each other, amazed by each other, an invisible thread connected their hearts, and the attraction also affected the heartbeat.

Sikong Jue's eyes blinked, put away the amazement and tenderness a little, secretly calmed down a few points with self-control, opened the co-pilot's door sideways, and said with a smile, "Xiaoqing."

Mu Xiangqing also came back to her senses when she heard this, she was a nymphomaniac, her hands folded behind her back, she was actually pinching herself, telling her to calm down, get in the car, and close the car door without permission.

When Sikong Jue got into the car, he first brought a bag from behind and brought Mu Xiangqing a warm drink, "Milk tea, eat something to cushion your stomach first."

Mu Xiangqing took the milk tea, lowered her thick eyelashes, and a sweet smile appeared in her eyes.

After starting the car, Sikong asked, "Do you want to have dinner together?"

Mu Xiangqing bit the straw lightly, raised his head, and looked at Sikong Jue, whose side face was like a sculpture with shallow tenderness, "What to eat?"

"There is a new cruise ship restaurant at Beigang Pier, and you can book dishes, and I chose the national cuisine of K."

Mu Xiangqing hooked her lips, "Okay."

After answering, he took out a small cake from the bag and ate two bites, Mu Xiangqing raised his eyebrows sharply, "How do you know that I like to eat national K?"

Sikong glanced at it distractedly, very spoiled, "I came back during the summer vacation, you went abroad, I found out that you went to country K, you went to your teacher's, we missed it at the airport."

Mu Xiangqing was not angry, and Sikong never checked her about it, and her mind kept echoing the sentence "We missed it at the airport".

"So you've long wanted to wait for me at Bei'an University?" Mu Xiangqing was slightly surprised.

"Hmm." Sikong said one word, but he said it firmly.

Mu Xiangqing looked at the almost perfect side face steadily, and at this moment, her heart was surrounded by warmth.

He didn't understand how deep her wounds were, and he just wanted to treat and protect her in the way he thought was best.

She didn't want to be hurt anymore and pushed him away again and again when he appeared. Z.br>

Between them, if they give up, they will henceforth be two parallel lines, and there will be no intersection.

regret

And regret, Mu Xiangqing doesn't know how long it will last, but she is sure that there will be one, and she will never look back when she is so strong and strange.

Sensing that Mu Xiangqing had been looking at herself for a long time, Sikong Jue looked at her, "What's wrong?"

Mu Xiangqing suddenly came back to his senses, lowered his head and bit the straw and drank milk tea, "It's okay."

When they arrived at the place, the two walked to the door of the exhibition hall.

Mu Xiangqing looked around and landed on the sign at the door, slightly shocked, "Su Qianzhi."

She turned her head to look at Sikong, "I'm curious, could it be your relative?"

Sikong hooked his lips with charm, "Well, it's also a member of the Su family, even if it's a distant cousin, he didn't come in person, so he retreated to create."

"This is supposed to be the first time he's held an exhibition of this scale?"

"Yes."

Su Qianzhi became famous as a young man, and at the age of fifteen he shined with a lotus flower picture, emerging in the painting world, and was called the most talented painter in the past ten years by the painting bigwigs.

Since then, new works have been published every year, in an unlimited number of works, sometimes one, sometimes five or six.

Up to now, Su Qianzhi is twenty-four years old, and in nine years, he has as many as 50 paintings, which is more than the output of some bigwigs in the art world.

Mu Xiangqing will know that Su Qianzhi is because Mu Qingsong has liked his paintings in recent years, so he collected two of them and hung them in his study.

Su Qianzhi's paintings are rarely sold, and most of them are sold in the form of auctions, mainly charity.

So many people speculate that Su Qianzhi has a good background, is not short of money, and is very mysterious, and no one has found out his origin.

Sikong Jue said, "This time I lost a bet with a friend, and I was forced to take out all the treasures, his friend is from Bei'an, so he chose to open it here, and the ticket was gone very early, these two tickets were left to him by his cousin friend, anyway, he doesn't like self-appreciation, so I borrowed flowers to worship the Buddha."

He also remembered that he had heard Mu Xiangqing and Lu Rifeng talking before, and knew that she liked to paint, so he asked Mu Xiangqing to come and see her cousin who was going to hold an art exhibition.

Mu Xiangqing nodded and went in.

There were not many people, and everyone quietly admired the paintings.

Mu Xiangqing is very serious about appreciating it, and her enlightenment for painting came from her mother.

Her mother, Mu Wanying, also likes ink painting the most.

When she was a child, Mu Xiangqing was obediently grinding on the side, her mother was painting, and every time she was almost finished, her father would come back, and then her father would write an inscription.

Her mother would laugh and say that it was done together as a family.

Sikong definitely didn't understand the painting, so it was enough to follow behind Mu Xiangqing and watch her happy.

I didn't appreciate a few paintings, but suddenly, Mu Xiangqing stopped and looked ahead.

Sikong Jue followed Mu Xiangqing's line of sight, it was her father, Zhong Nanming.

Standing behind Mu Xiangqing, Sikong could never see her expression.

Mu Xiangqing's bright eyes were hot, no wonder her father didn't look for her today, it turned out to be to see the art exhibition.

Mu Xiangqing turned around and motioned for Sikong to go out.

Just for a moment, Sikong Jue had already seen a touch of red in Mu Xiangqing's eyes.

Waiting for the corridor outside, standing in front of the railing, Mu Xiangqing looked at the sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling window, "My father doesn't know anything about painting, and he is a layman."

But he just looked very seriously.

Sikong didn't have time to say this sentence, Mu Xiangqing said again, "But over the years, whenever he knows that there is an art exhibition, he will go to see it, as if he has seen it, and my mother will also see it, so my mother will be very happy."

"I've heard him go to art exhibitions several times before, but I heard it as a joke. Mu Xiangqing lowered his head and took a deep breath, then looked at Sikong Jue, "But just now I saw him so serious and focused, I seemed to see my mother watching with him."

"If it's true, so much better."

Mu Xiangqing choked up and said this, his eyes condensed and crystalline.

Sikong Jue stretched out his hand and took her into his arms, but he couldn't say words of comfort, because he was pale and weak.

Because the past cannot be changed.

Mu Xiangqing raised her hands and wrapped her arms around Sikong's waist, indulging her grief, but she couldn't hold back her crying because she had a warm embrace at the moment.

The orange-yellow sunset sun spilled in through the window and fell on the two embracing each other, which was picturesque.

For a moment, Mu Xiangqing survived the sudden sadness, raised his head, and curved his lips slightly, "I'm fine."

Thank you.

This thank you Mu Xiangqing said from the bottom of her heart.

Sikong never wanted to let go of the delicate child in his arms, but now was not the time, he was not qualified yet, slowly let go of her, and raised his hand to help her messy hair straighten, "Do you still want to go in and see?"

"Is there a next time?" Mu Xiangqing didn't want to go in and disturb her father, he should have wanted to watch it alone.

Sikong Jue smiled, "There is one more show at five o'clock on Saturday afternoon, just two, and I can still get tickets."

Even if he didn't, he would find a way to get it.

Mu Xiangqing moved his eyes and said in a brisk tone, "Well, then come and see it again on Saturday."

The words fell, and he turned and went downstairs.

Sikong never followed, "Now for dinner?"

"Okay."

After eating, Sikong Jue sent Mu Xiangqing home, which was Mu Feiyu's apartment.

In the car, Sikong Jue glanced at Mu Xiangqing from time to time, she supported her head with her right hand and looked out the window, the corners of her mouth turned up, "Are you satisfied with the food?"

Mu Xiangqing turned his head, trying to suppress his joy, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed, and his eyes were shining, "Very good."

Sikong could see that Mu Xiangqing was satisfied, but he was more relieved to hear her accurate answer, and his mood was strong with her joy.

After that, the two didn't talk again, but the atmosphere was very good, and the corners of their mouths kept rising.

When he arrived downstairs in the apartment, Mu Xiangqing got out of the car, and watched the empty car go away with a smile before turning around and walking into the building.

The elevator opened, and when he saw Zheng Junrui, Mu Xiangqing raised a bright smile, "Brother Jun."

Zheng Junrui was stunned for a moment before raising a smile, "Ah Qing."

It was because he was surprised, it was not that he had never seen Mu Xiangqing wear a skirt, she rarely wore it, and she wore it every time on a specific day or for something special.

"The date went out?"

Mu Xiangqing nodded, "A friend."

Seeing that Mu Xiangqing didn't mean to continue, Zheng Junrui didn't continue to ask, and there was a guess in his heart.

Mu Xiangqing went out first, and she turned around and waved at Zheng Junrui.

As the elevator door closed, Zheng Junrui's warm eyes appeared sharp and dark.