Chapter 2025： My name is to talk about painting.

Chapter 2025, I am talking about painting.

Chapter 2027, I am talking about painting.

For a moment, it seems that the air has solidified.

The cloud painting is stiff.

Bo Lao looked at her and sighed slightly. "Don't worry, if he sees everything and thinks about it, it is God's will, and it's useless to hide."

The cloud painting gently "hmm".

Yes, if you really recognize it when you meet, you can think of everything. It can only be said to be God.

In fact, Yunhua and Boss only had time to say such a sentence, and Bo Siqing had already stepped in.

He walked very fast, always like this.

When I heard the familiar footsteps, Yunhua tried to restrain myself. Don’t look at it, but think about it. It doesn’t seem to be more abnormal. If someone comes in, everyone in the house will look at the past subconsciously, no matter whether they know it or not. So still have to look, right.

Cloud painting is not willing to think about what is true in her heart. As the footsteps get closer, she looks back, but she doesn't dare to look at his eyes. Her eyes only stare at his nose. At the same time, she also stood up politely.

After the thin board arrived, the first time I saw a girl in the house who didn’t know. He picked up his eyebrows and looked at the father when he didn’t stop.

"Grandpa." Bosi Qing went over and glanced at the endgame in front of Bo Lao, and smiled. "You can't let the water go so badly with yourself."

"Bad boy."

Bosi Shi lightly escaped, "Don't lick your legs."

The old man was so angry that he blinked.

Bo Siqing took the thin old cup directly and poured the tea in the cup. "Hey, you don't always think that this tea has no taste. How do you drink it today?"

"Drinking tea will not fall on your own?" Thin old white gave him a look, and said, "This tea is used to entertain... Xiaoxiao... small paintings, you come just right, to pack my tea, Take the little pictures away for a while."

"Little flowers?" Bosi Qing looked back and looked at the cloud paintings sitting in the rules and regulations. "Which little girl you cheated from? Calling Xiaohuaer? You give people a name."

Thin old man squatting at the thin board, "There is so much nonsense, your family's little aunt has come back. This is the niece of your little aunt, the granddaughter of your grandfather, called..."

"My name is to talk about painting." Cloud painting smiled. "Bogrand, you will call me a little girl next time. You are not standard in Mandarin. If you have a small picture, it will become a small flower in your mouth. I don't want to be small." A cat and a puppy are famous."

"The line, the little girl is stinky." Bo Laoxiao said, "Come, I will introduce you to you, this is my grandson, you call... called the second brother."

Bo Siqing's eyes are a bit strange. Generally speaking, the old man will not introduce him to anyone. At this moment, although the tone of the old man is easy, he can understand the master's understanding of the father. It is obvious that the father is small about this small painting. Shantou, very valued, even let this little girl call his second brother, this is the first time.

Bo Siqing looked at the cloud painting.

The cloud painting also looked at him, his eyes clear, "The second brother is good."

"Hello." Bo Siqing's gaze with a little curiosity, very light and curious.

Cloud painting guesses that his curiosity should be based on the identity of her daughter, the aunt of the season. As for others, there should be no.

After all, this is Bo Shiqing, who is only 20 years old at the psychological age. At this time, he is extremely enthusiastic about his work, and everything else is not his heart...

The lightest and lightest greeting, polite greetings.

Cloud paintings suppress all the instigations in the bottom of my heart, converge all the emotions to the limit, and let myself not reveal a little flaw.

"Bogrand, my parents are still waiting for me, I will come back to you next day." Cloud painted laughter.

Thin old sighed insultably in the bottom of his heart, but did not reveal any inappropriate emotions on the surface. "Okay, go."

The cloud paintings rushed to the thin squad and nodded, counted as a farewell, and turned away.

She did not look at him from beginning to end.

She knows more than how sensitive he is. She feels that her emotions are even more repressive, but if she is looking at him, she can't make sure that she can still reveal her points, and she is not sure that he will not see it. Any flaws.

And once he saw a little bit of flaws and became curious about her, he would want to find out...

Those lies can't stand any investigation.

It is best not to let him see the emotions in his eyes, and don't let him have any curiosity about himself.

Therefore, even if she is greedy for him again, she must... leave without incident.

Step by step, as if exhausting all her strength.

I finally went out, the sky was wide and the air was fresh.

She took a deep breath, one hand licking her belly, and the other hand clinging to her heart.

If you want to stay more, you have to go.

The security guard greeted her. She smiled politely, smiled mechanically and stiffly, and her eyes were blurred, as if nothing could be seen.

Walking out of the small yard, the cloud painting felt that he was a little dizzy, like the feeling of low blood sugar, and his eyes were black.

She was forced to stand, one hand holding her belly tightly, and the other hand holding the big tree on the side of the road, taking a breather.

Low blood sugar is really hard, black eyes, dizziness and tinnitus.

She seems to hear someone calling her.

"Small little girl, wait a minute."

How did she seem to hear his voice?

Soon, a tall and familiar figure appeared in front of her eyes. It was not an auditory hallucination. It was really him.

She was looking at him between the hustle and bustle, and her eyes were stunned and foggy, and she could not see clearly.

"Grandpa asked me to give you these teas." The voice of Bo Siqing rose slightly. "The old man should like you very much. There are a few tea cakes in it, or when my grandmother was alive, I said to leave it to me... ...hehe, since it is for you, it is yours."

Cloud painting is still squatting.

Bo Siqing raised his eyebrows, "Why, don't you?"

The cloud painting was finally slowed down. She took back her eyes and barely smiled. "It's too expensive, I can't accept it."

"I like to hold it, it is rare to see the old man like a junior, you are not happy to accept him." Bo Siqing faintly said, "It is not expensive, no difference."

The cloud painting finally reached out and took the tea. "Thank you."

Bo Siqing nodded. "I will send you back?"

"... No, very close, just a few steps." Cloud painting whispered.

As soon as she looked up, she had already seen Zheng Yue and Ji Changqing coming over. She chuckled. "My parents came to pick me up, thank you... Second brother, goodbye."

After that, she went to Ji Changqing and talked about Zheng Yue.

Bosi smashed his eyes and looked at Zheng Yue and Ji Changqing who came not far away...

On Sunday, it exploded more 2W words~ and, next, it was really a sweet emotional drama, and I had a cough and cough in front of my head...

(End of this chapter)