"Then, maybe, maybe not, I'm very busy after all, pet? This one is lost, find another one. txt e-book download
"So, do you like it very much?"
"Like her very much? I will probably go find her, but I will have a good talk with her. If she really yearns for freedom and doesn't want to be with me, then I will let her be free, but... my door will always be open to her.
She opened it."[
Yan'er was stunned. The third type...she didn't dare to ask.
But Guchi did not wait for her to ask, but continued directly. "If you love her very much, you can't live without her. No matter how many times she leaves, I will get her back. No matter where she goes,
How long will it take to leave...I will definitely find her!"
Yan'er's whole body stiffened and she sat straight back on the chair.
Yes, she understood somewhat, but what kind of love did Ke Ao have for her?
Or what she should be thinking about now is not how he likes her, but the answer that is already in front of her. In fact, he just likes her in an ordinary way, because he didn't come to her a second time... nor did he follow her.
Let’s talk…
"But, miss, I'm curious!"
Seeing her suddenly lost her soul, Guchi couldn't help but feel a move in his heart.
"What?"
"Then what kind of love do pets have for their owners?"
"What kind of like?" Yan'er's face was full of doubts. "I don't understand."
Guchi sighed, okay, he thinks too highly of her. She is just a child, so it is normal for her not to understand.
"Then why does the pet leave its owner again and again? She doesn't like the owner? Doesn't she want to go back?"
"I don't know." The first time, he left obviously to beg them. The second time... he was actually bullied severely. That time, he went too far...
Yan'er shook her head vigorously, "Forget it, I probably can't understand these things!"
Guchi didn't push her and changed the subject directly: "Miss, don't you go down to paint? I'm looking forward to it very much!"
"No, you go and do your work. I'll rest here for a while..." Yan'er squinted her eyes slightly, and after Guchi left, she lay on the chair indifferently. Although she had forgotten it, she still cared about it in her heart.
It really started raining outside, but unfortunately, she had lost her umbrella. She was not in the mood for a walk in the rain... The rain was blown in by the wind, and fell on her face, bringing a little refreshment.
It's cool, it's not good for her to calm down.
She closed her eyes gently and waited until the rain wet her face and most of her clothes were wet. Then she slowly sat up straight and looked out the window. The wind was very strong.
Walking to the window, it seemed like there was fog outside, and it was as hazy as a veil! Most of the people painting were gone, but there were still a few lingering there. She even saw some places to take shelter from the rain on the side.
, someone just set up the easel![
Those easels were also designed by her. Unlike people here, if they want to paint, they must be in calligraphy and painting. Most of the paintings are scenes from memory or imagination...
Sighing softly, he closed the window. There was a table in the room, and there was paper and pen on the table. He walked to the table, sharpened his ink and picked up his pen...
When I was about to write, I hesitated. After a moment, I had a decision in my heart. The writing was like flowing clouds and flowing water, like a crane flying in the clouds, like a fish playing in the deep sea... Not only did the tip of the pen move naturally, but the expression was also natural, and the whole person was full of nature...
…at ease!
It is done in one go, using only one color, thick or light black... The painting is actually a beauty. Five beauties with different shapes, playing the piano, playing chess, painting, or writing...
What's even more rare is that the five people seem to have souls, their fingers seem to be flying when playing the piano, they seem to be frowning in thought when playing chess, the colors seem to jump in the painting, and the writing looks like a moving dragon... Everything seems to be moving, these beauties
, as if he was about to step out of the painting the next moment.
I put down my pen gently and stared at the picture, as if I was in a state of memory...for a long time, for a long time...