Chapter 870

As for the relationship between Beiming Mo and Gu Huan, although they don't know how to fight each other all day long, they should not appear.

But at this moment, thousands of miles away, when she had begun to prepare breakfast for the elderly and children in the early morning, she suddenly felt a little pain in her head.

Of course, she doesn't know what's going on. She will simply think that she is not acclimatized or for any other reason.

She stopped what she was doing and sat down in the chair next to her.

"Huan, do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Yu Rujie is beside her, looking at her with great concern.

After a short period of pain, she gently waved her hand: "aunt Rujie, I'm ok. Maybe the body is still not quite adapted here. It will be fine in a while. "

Yu Rujie looked at her like this, really hurt in the heart: "Huan, if you can't adapt to here, then we'll go back early."

In fact, they just arrived here, it was only two days.

Gu Huan, of course, also knows how hard it is for them to come back this time and how they can be influenced by themselves.

She waved her hand: "it's OK, aunt Rujie. I've had headaches before. It's OK. "

*

"master, didn't you rest all night?" When Xing Huo came to the mid levels villa in the morning, he was surprised to see the smoke in the main room and the slightly tired face of Beiming ink.

Since Gu Huan left, Xinghuo began to take care of Beiming Mo's life. Every day three meals on time, even Luo Qiao looked a little jealous: "uncle, I really want to ask you, in the end, do you want to live with that guy or with our mother?"

Facing Luo Qiao's question, Xing Huo also felt that he was really sorry for their mother and son.

But what can we do? He is a person who attaches great importance to friendship and intends to repay his kindness. In front of family affection and loyalty, he will only favor the latter.

"The master is good to us, my ability is limited. Besides, now that they are all out, the master needs to be taken care of by himself. Joe, I'm sorry I've wronged you both. " Xinghuo would always give her such an answer and then turn around and leave.

However, in other words, isn't it because of Xing Huo's character that Luo Qiao will be with him. This is much better than those guys who talk about benevolence, justice and morality all day, but are actually full of men, thieves and prostitutes.

The punishment torch has already prepared breakfast to put on the dining table, turn round to call North Ming Mo to come over to have a meal.

He looked at Beiming Mo, head down, very gentle, almost no sound eating his bowl of porridge.

"Master, are you smoking again?"

Beiming Mo finished the porridge, took a napkin and wiped his mouth a little: "I've given up, those are just lighting them up, just looking for feelings."

"Are you going to repair that painting? After such a long time, do you feel a little tired? " Xing Huo was able to see exactly where he was now.

"Well, there are some. But I'm getting back to that feeling. I'm sure it won't take long. " Beiming Mo said, and his eyes turned to Xinghuo: "you didn't speak yesterday. I know you should have your own ideas. At that time, it should be the two guys' jokes. Why don't you tell them now?"

"Well Master, I do have some ideas of my own, but I'm still immature and worried about you... " The fire of punishment is squeaking, and some of them want to talk and stop.

"If you have anything, just say it. I don't see you like that. I didn't expect that the little girl of Luo Qiao had trained you like this. "

Beiming Mo said and laughed.

This surprised Xing Huo a little, but he seldom saw the master like this. Besides, his jokes didn't make the master like this

Ah It doesn't matter. It's a good thing that the master can be so happy.

"Master, in fact, I think your wedding is best held in the garden built by the master for the old lady..." Xing Huo said and looked at the master.

I saw that his smile just now, after listening to his own suggestions, gradually disappeared.

He was a little worried about whether his words triggered the pain point of the master? After all, his and Phil's wedding was also planned to be held there, and on the day of the wedding, an unfortunate event happened.

The impact of that incident on the master was not small.

As Xinghuo had expected, Beiming Mo's memory returned to the scene of that day after hearing that place.

Elevator

The dull sound of "bang"

It's just like what happened yesterday.

In fact, he thinks that Xing Huo is right. It should be the best place to hold his own wedding with Gu Huan.

Even when he and Phil chose there, it was because it was more memorable.But now he's really worried about whether it's suitable or not?

Will that bring bad luck or good luck and blessings in the future?

Time is passing little by little.

All kinds of things happened around beimingmo, but there were only two things lingering in his mind:

first, the place where the wedding was held.

Second, at this moment in front of me, the picture that was destroyed by myself.

He stood upright in front of the wall, constantly turning the brush in his hand, which was the longest one with him, from the first work to now.

A lot of honors are done with it.

This is his partner on the road to success, and it has brought him a lot of inspiration, but at this moment it makes him a little helpless.

Looking down, he looked at the water color buckets which had been put here for many days, with various colors.

The color inside has begun to solidify and harden.

Isn't time and passion just like these water color buckets? At the beginning, they were colorful and full of all kinds of hopes and fantasies.

But what happened later? Gradually become different from before, become no longer so bright.

Dried up, began to appear a mottled crack, a crisscross.

Thick, thin

These are the traces of life and time.

After many years, people tend to let these traces continue, and then their life becomes more insipid.

However, what appears on the surface will not be the final destination of life.

In fact, most of the time, time is still left for people to go back. Just like the just dried oil paint, as long as the appropriate drop of water in, gently stirring, let the water a little bit of penetration, after a short period of infiltration, or can restore the usual brilliance.

After a period of silence, Beiming ink finally stopped the brush in his hand. It seems that he has recovered some of the previous feeling, although the feeling has become a bit distant and fuzzy.

At this moment, he chose the same white as the surrounding walls.

Put down the brush, picked up a special roller used to brush the wall, a few times in the picture covered with a few dazzling white.

"Master, you are..."

Standing on one side, Xinghuo was surprised. He didn't know what Beiming Mo was going to do. At the beginning, it took the master several days to create it day and night.

This painting contains his deep love for Gu Huan, but at that time he had no other way to express himself except painting.

But at the moment, but see the master is using the bleak white, a little bit of it completely erase, but also completely erase without trace.

Beiming ink covered with white again and again, he didn't make a sound. At this moment, he has been immersed in his own world again.

That's what he has only when he has new ideas in his head.

*

"Ma Ma, I want to go home..."

Long time coquetry in Gu Huan's arms.

In this silent night with only the sound of insects, she still couldn't sleep after several times.

Gu Huan was woken up by the little baby. She yawned and changed the blanket that was about to be kicked off.

Hand gently stroked her soft hair: "how? Are you tired of playing here? There are many places we haven't been to yet. "

Looking up at her mother for a long time, her face was not very happy: "Ma Ma, I miss home, Miss aunt Qiao and her baby, Miss aunt Anne, and..."

At this point, she wants to stop talking.

Girls and boys have too many differences, pay more attention to emotional expression and expression, the mind is also very delicate.

In particular, she has been away from home for some time. After all, she has grown up. In her opinion, even if there are thousands of good, it is not her own home.

In fact, why not Gu Huan?

Sometimes, people feel more deeply about home after they get older and experience something.

But for her, where is home?

Now it seems that where there are children, that's home

"Little baby, who else do you miss?"

For a long time, I sipped my little mouth and whispered: "there's Baba."

Gu Huan heard this and felt a little tremble in his heart.

At the thought of Beiming ink, if Gu Huan didn't want to, it might be a bit exaggerated.

People are not plants, although he is a bit annoying, but time has slowly changed her, the same change is her attitude towards him.Indeed, she has been away for some time, and she is not only thinking about what kind of state that guy would be in without them?

Will you stay in the Beiming clan that no longer belongs to him or even needs him as before?

There is no reason why he is not there, where he can find his own sense of existence, even if he has nothing to do.

The villa in the middle of the mountain, for him, everything seems so cold.

It must be very hard for a person to feel inside.

Maybe he will also gather his bad friends when he is bored.

For example, Lao Bai and Chu Er come to the villa to have a good drink and then get drunk for a few days.

The whole house will be turned upside down by them while drinking

Oh, my God, it's kind of hard for her to imagine.

In a word, it's like a little baby's idea that it's time to go back.