Cong Nianwei smiled sweetly, as if she had thought of something. "Actually, I've known for a long time that he has such a physique."
"At that time, we were not familiar with each other. He had just entered the school, and he was sitting in the corner of the field, pretending to read Tolstoy's poetry collection. Around him were the adoring gazes of the little girls, but I saw a gray mouse running out of the cement hole under his seat in disgust."
I had been paying attention to him for a long time, but he was too stupid to know about it. "
Hearing this, Hilton suddenly lost her confidence. She had been able to snatch Cong Nianwei's love away from her.
She pursed her lips and stole a glance at Cong Nianwei. "Did you fall in love with him as much as I do now? How old were you then? When we first met? "
Cong Nianwei shook her head, her smile widening. "I did pay attention to him, but not because I liked him. I was just curious. I wanted to see whether all species were against him."
"He probably didn't even realize it himself, but when he pretended to have a crush on her while other girls were watching, he startled many sparrows and cats and dogs by the roadside."
"I observed him every day like a daily comedy. He made my boring high school life a lot more fun."
"Of course, he was the funniest one. Anyone who was with him was always happy."
Cong Nianwei glanced at Hilton, who was drawing circles with her high heels. "We met when we were 15. It's been eight years since then."
"That's why I told you to observe him. Liking someone and falling in love with someone are two completely different things, and women often don't know how to distinguish the difference between the two. "
What should I do if my rival is right?
Hilton looked at Cong Nianwei, who had returned to normal. She smiled and waved at Qin Guan, who had already arrived at their destination.
Tasha Duduo was sitting by the fence outside her house. When she saw Lin Lun's gesture, the wrinkles on her face squeezed together with a smile.
Her old friend was still so fond of teasing people. She shook her head slightly and placed the newly released illustration draft beside her hand. Then, she spread a clean piece of white paper on her lap.
"Here we are, Professor Lin Lun. What do you want? Or do you want me to do whatever I want? "
Qin Guan waved at the group under the banyan tree. The scenery there was so beautiful that it was intoxicating. After passing through the lush bouquets of flowers, Qin Guan saw the boundless, flat countryside.
Lin Lun grinned. He pointed to a small house with a fence and said, "Qin Guan, it's at the door of the wooden house with a red roof and white walls. Yes, it's right there. Hold the fence and look over."
Qin Guan was very serious about his work, so he followed Lin Lun's instructions to the correct position. As soon as he stood there, he heard a "mooing" sound beside his ear.
Speechless, Qin Guan looked at Lin Lun and Tasha Duduo again. The two old men were laughing so hard that they were about to collapse in the bushes.
A beautiful little cow girl with black and white flowers all over her body walked out of the half-closed fence door with her big, innocent eyes, and wet eyes.
As the favorite cow of a semi-free range farmer, she was very curious about how the farm, which rarely showed up, had become so lively in one day.
However, when she saw a stranger standing outside her territory, a feeling of disdain arose from the bottom of her heart. Therefore, in order to protect her little nest, Miss Niu stepped out of her fence without hesitation.
The bell on the calf's neck tinkled along with the calf's four hooves. The warm summer wind blew the calf's glossy and shiny fur, causing it to sway slightly.
In front of it was a young man with long legs, happily playing a game of "you chase me" in the field full of cabbages.
It was a dreamy idyllic scene, full of lush green and gorgeous red.
Their hands were dancing on the paper, and the shutter made the most beautiful sound in the world. The two artists were immersed in their own unique creative atmosphere. Neither of them cared about the model, who had inspired them so much.
Qin Guan, try your best for the art industry in New York.
Qin Guan dared not stop. Was the cow behind him a tradition of Spanish bullfighting?
At this moment, he was only thinking about one thing. Which part of his body was wearing red accessories?
If he ignored the color of his underwear, he would be as fresh as a noodle.
As the sun began to set, Tasha Duduo stopped painting. Meanwhile, Lin Lun was leisurely filling his pipe with a second pot of tobacco.
Cong Nianwei was quietly sorting out the manuscripts. Qin Guan, who was exhausted, had already given up on struggling.
He laid down on the field with his arms and legs spread out, resigned to his fate. He looked at the calf on top of his head, gradually moving its big face closer to him.
Moo!
A pink tongue licked his face, making half of it wet. Since you have played with me so delightfully, I admit that you are a guest of my farm! This is a reward for you.
Night fell. Tasha Duduo's room was lit with candles. There was no electricity, and the stove was lit with pine cones. The manor's drinking water came from a stream in the mountains. This was a natural life without any modernity.
The milk in the cup was a gift from the heifer, the vegetables in the pot were harvested from the fields, and the wild flowers in the vase were from Cong Nianwei. Everything was so natural.
Of course, if the wooden bed was abandoned, it would creak when one turned over, and the handmade woolen blanket was a little prickly under one's body. Life here, isolated from the rest of the world, was still very beautiful and leisurely.
It wasn't early, but for the farm without electricity, the only thing they could do was lie in bed quietly and wait for the God of Sleep to come. This was the only thing they could do.
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