Boqing nodded slightly, and was instantly happy: "Actually, I haven't finished that sentence yet. I mean, actually, which two words are the most beautiful on that painting, but compared with the woman next to me,
This time I took a night scene, and after we finished, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
She rubbed her sore waist and walked out of the set, only to see a car parked under the dim street lights and a person standing next to it, leaning against the street light pole.
There is a cigarette in the cell phone, flickering on and off.
He stood there quietly, but with an aura that made people retreat.
She held her bag and stood there, not moving, just looking at him slowly, the warmth in her heart rippling layer by layer.
This is the feeling of contentment.
When you are too busy and exhausted, when you come out, you find that there is a person standing there, unmoving in the rain, waiting for you quietly.
This is the taste of love.
There are no ups and downs, no publicity of passion, and no life-and-death struggle. Instead, in such a quiet time and space, each other exists quietly and deeply loves each other.
This feeling is really beautiful.
very good.
Jinyu slowed down and walked over slowly. Her steps were very light.
And that man, with his head lowered, was not sure what he was thinking about.
When her person stood next to him, he raised his head in shock and saw it was her. Then he smiled and said in a soft voice, "Is it over?"
"Well, how long have you been waiting?" Jinyu stretched out his hand, took out the cigarette in his hand, threw it on the ground, stamped it out, then hugged his arm and asked.
"It didn't take long, probably five or six hours." Bo Qing replied casually, opened the car door, watched her sit in, then walked around and followed her in.
Jinyu tilted his head and smiled charmingly: "Didn't you eat?"