Chapter 89

In the shade of a tree, Gu luanqing is wearing a French retro style dark green silk dress, an apricot colored woven hat, a black ribbon tied to her chin, her hair curled up and put on Peach Blossom makeup. She sits on a carved out chair with a small round table beside her. She drinks Earl's black tea, and the sun is mottled. It's warm and not burning. She looks far away, Both scenery and people are as beautiful as a picture.

Gu luanqing's eyes always stay on Xiang Luxing not far away. He is wearing long sleeves with suspenders, carrying Mini bucket and shovel, planting rose seeds on the loose ground.

Because of the East rub West touch, he has been disheartened, if not that white skin betrayed him, he looks really a rural Tuwa.

After a period of time, Gu luanqing called him, "Lu Xing, come here."

"All right, mom." Xiang Lu Xing throws the bucket and shovel and rushes to Gu luanqing's arms.

Gu luanqing did not dislike it either. He just laughed so much that he had a stomachache. "Look at you like this, I don't know. I think it's the educated youth coming to work in the countryside."

Said, she took out a wet tissue to help him wipe the dust on his face, gentle eyebrows.

Xiang Luxing seems to enjoy the process very much. He even deliberately dirtied his face to give her more time to love him.

"Here, tea." Gu luanqing handed the tea to him. Before that, he touched the wall of the cup to make sure it was not too hot.

He sipped two mouthfuls at Lu Xing and ran back. As he trotted, he said to Gu luanqing behind him, "Mom, I gave these flowers to you. When they bloom, we'll do it again."

"Good ~" Gu luanqing smiles and looks like a picture.

Suddenly, the shutter sounds behind her. Gu luanqing subconsciously turns his head. The camera just clicks at her face. It's a startling glance.

It turned out to be the servant. Gu luanqing's little heart just relaxed. She covered her heart and said, "you're going to scare me to death. I thought what happened."

"I'm sorry." The servant quickly apologized and came over to explain to her, "Mr. Xiang asked me to take some pictures and send them to him, so I did. I didn't expect that he didn't tell you."

Gu luanqing thought of his text message today, as if he had mentioned it, so he didn't care any more, "I see. Then you go on."

The servant thanks her and then goes back to the house.

Gu luanqing doesn't care. She looks back at Xiang Luxing, who is running among the green trees. She can't stop thinking about her past happiness, which she never realized before, but now she can remember.

She had been so carefree in those years, even after her childhood, she had never been worried overnight.

Unfortunately, things are different.

"To my wife." A light call brings Gu luanqing back to reality. She turns back to the servant who just held the SLR, but this time she is holding the easel and tools, and almost can't move them.

Gu luanqing quickly help catch, she confused, "what's the matter?"

"I heard from Mr. Xiang that you used to like painting. It's rare for you to have time with such a beautiful scenery. You might as well try to use the brush again." It's true that the servants are courteous, but the smile is also very sincere, with the simplicity of the villagers.

She also didn't expect to be so attentive to Chao Jue. She was afraid that she would be bored and even explain this little thing.

Gu luanqing was grateful and didn't want to disappoint the servant's kindness, so he agreed with her and specially thanks her, "thank you for thinking so much about me. I'm worried that I have nothing to do."

"Nothing. It's my duty."

Gu luanqing saw her run back and forth several times, tired and sweating. He put down his easel, drew a wet paper towel, wiped her forehead, and asked, "how old are you this year?"

"Eighteen."

"I guess you're right. When I was your age, I was as energetic as you. It's a pity that I couldn't hold on, but you're still young. You must hold on." Gu luanqing's words are sincere and sincere. She thinks of a lot of past events here, as well as her past.

"Thank you."

After the servant left, Gu luanqing began to try to use the brush again. She took materials from nearby and turned Xiang Luxing's little figure into a painting. The colors were still bold but not too flashy.

Through the painting, she can vaguely feel that Gu luanqing's blood in the past is slowly returning to this body.

This may be thanks to Xiang Chaojue.

Gu luanqing, on a whim, with the memory in her mind, depicts Xiang Chaojue's appearance on the canvas with a paintbrush. He has a proud look, calm but not dull eyes, and three-dimensional facial features.

I don't know when she knew him so well.

Gu luanqing is embarrassed to see the works created by herself. She always has the illusion that Xiang Chaojue is in front of her, and their distance is too close, which makes her nervous to suffocate.

As soon as the paint dried up, Gu luanqing quickly rolled up the canvas and put it into the scroll. She stopped writing and took a sip of tea to see where she had gone to Lu Xing.

However, she couldn't see the little figure of Xiang Lu Xing in her sight.

Gu luanqing is flustered immediately, get up to carry skirt to seek him, call him at the same time, "Lu Xing, where are you? Come back as soon as you hear the sound. Don't run so far. Mom will worry. "

Although she has raised her voice, she still can't get a response to deer star.

Gu luanqing is always calm, but her son is an exception. When she can't find him, she is so flustered that her voice is shaking and her eyes are red.

And the servant in the villa also found the movement here, and quickly came to help find someone, "young master, please come out quickly."

"Young master, my wife is looking for you everywhere. She is worried about you."

“……”

Although all the people in the villa were mobilized, no one could be found. Now it's noon, the hottest time.

Gu luanqing was so flustered that she couldn't even stand. She had to be supported by a servant. She wiped her tears from the corner of her eyes and was ashamed. "Xiang Chaojue asked me to take care of him. As a result, I lost him the first day. How can I explain to him when I go back?"

She couldn't live without blaming him.

"Don't panic, madam. There is an exit in the backyard. Maybe the young master went out from this exit. Let's just look outside." The servant comforted her and took her arm.

Gu luanqing a listen to still have hope, drew out the servant's hand to go to the back door.

As the servant said, the fenced fence also has an exit, which is usually closed but not locked. Now the door has a crack, not big or small, just enough for a child to go through.

Everyone is sure that Xiang Luxing must have run out.

So they called on the workers in charge of fruit trees and other villagers to look for Lu Xing around the villa. Even in the village, they went door to door.

Finally, before dark, Gu luanqing finds Xiang Luxing in a chicken pen. He sits at the door of the chicken pen, covered with dirt. Although he looks calm, he is just not good at expressing his inner uneasiness and panic.

Gu luanqing tears on the spot, rushed to the deer star a hug, "you run so far, do you know how worried about your mother ah."

To the deer star muddled, staring at her for a while, then suddenly realized that the person in front of him is his mother, he immediately cried, sobbing and calling her, "Mom, I'm wrong."

Originally, he wanted to look for ready-made roses outside and pick them for Gu luanqing as a gift, but he didn't expect that the weeds outside the yard would grow taller than him. Soon he couldn't find his way back, so he had to go down and finally found a village nearest to the villa. He was attracted by a group of chickens raised in captivity and stayed until now.

Xiang Luxing also put the wound on his hand in front of Gu luanqing, "he was pecked by a hen."

Chicken's lethality is not strong, but he is delicate and tender. He was pecked a small hole on the back of his hand. Fortunately, the wound is not deep, only bleeding.

Gu luanqing has been distressed enough, she still tears, while blowing to him, "Mom blowing to you, no pain."

Now that all the people have been found, it's time for them to go back. In order to thank the villagers and workers, Gu luanqing specially asked the servant to take out the cherry wine which was hand-made and beautifully packaged in the warehouse and give it to them.

After some turbulence, Gu luanqing came home with Xiang Luxing. As soon as she got back, she took him upstairs to wash, and told her servant to take up the medicine box.

Although it's just a small wound, Gu luanqing's heart is still hanging.

After taking a bath with Lu Xing and changing into clean clothes, Gu luanqing immediately disinfected his wound with cotton ball and alcohol, and then pasted band aid.

After the treatment, Gu luanqing is still not at ease, and proposes to Lu Xing, "shall we go to the hospital to have a check?"

"No, mom, it's not a big wound." Xiang Lu Xing comforted her that he had been ill at a young age. He was not surprised at this small wound.

Gu luanqing was always worried, "but I'm afraid of --"

"Mom, don't be afraid. I don't feel any pain now. I'll be fine." Turn to Lu Xing and comfort her.

Since he said so, Gu Luan Qing just gave up this idea.

Today is a real day of tossing, so tired that Xiang Luxing even dozed off eating. If Gu luanqing hadn't coaxed him all the way, he would have been lying on the table.

When Xiang Luxing finally fell asleep in bed, he called Chaojue. He had heard about it and said, "what's the matter with Luxing now?"

"I changed the medicine for his wound, and now I'm asleep." Gu luanqing said, looking back at Xiang Luxing, who was sleeping on the bed. Her eyes became more and more heavy, and she told him her worries. "I'm afraid he has an accident, so I want to take him to the hospital for examination."

Although it's just a small wound, Xiang Chaojue doesn't think it's right for her to do so. He agrees, but also suggests that she, "it's so late now, and Lu Xing is asleep. Take him tomorrow. What he needs most is enough sleep."

Gu luanqing thought it was reasonable, so he said, "I'll take him tomorrow morning."

"Well." He replied to Chao Jue. His tone softened down and seemed to persuade her, "don't worry too much. Take care of yourself and don't be too tired."

No one ever thought she would be tired.

Except for him.

Gu luanqing had a sour nose. She nodded, "OK, I'll go to sleep first."

"Good night."

"Good night."