Chapter 256

The vicissitudes of people, painting that kind of incompleteness, also makes people sigh. The more they paint, the more they feel that they can't finish learning, the more they feel that they are not enough, never enough. What they want to pursue is always endless.

The heart is easy to fill, but learning is boundless. It's rare that he is willing to take me to see all the scenery, let me draw and be a free man. I think this is the luck of my life.

The day Lixiang came back, we left and gave her all our love.

Lou poxie doesn't like Lixiang. He said that she is always jealous of me. Moreover, she is always dissatisfied. She might as well stay away from me. And avoid the friction between me and her.

When I woke up in my dream, I didn't know if I was a guest. I was sleeping in the middle of the night, listening to the night rain in Mashan, scalding a pot of warm wine, sitting by the window, listening quietly, just to feel the sadness of that realm.

But I still didn't feel anything. Lou poxie grabbed me in his arms: "don't move, listen, do you hear you turn?

I shook my head: "I only heard the torrential momentum. The mountain rain is coming. I have to close the window. Otherwise, it will blow a cold wind all night."

He kissed me on the face: "you will be afraid of the cold."

"Yes, I'm afraid of the cold most. Besides, it's cold autumn now.

He pulled my hand into his waist and felt the heating: "I'm still afraid."

"Not afraid, not afraid."

Looking up, I saw the lust in my eyes, and the yellow candle was fluttering.

The memory of that night has long disappeared. He is always depressed and soft.

He gently held my head and kissed me deeply. He untied his clothes: "chuxue, I'm too hot. Let me hold you for a while."

He raised his quilt, let the wind blow out the candle, and then closed the window.

Slowly untie my clothes, he bent down and hugged me, not to let the heavy body press.

I kissed his lips: "husband, didn't you say that it won't make me tired?

"But I can't help it, first snow." he didn't take off his clothes. He put his head into my clothes and kissed gently, but his hands moved down uneasily.

The sweet feeling and unbearable pleasure made my toes curl up.

"Chuxue, we have a child and a beautiful child."

"What if it's not beautiful?" I bit my lip and endured the pleasure of his touching my skin.

He smiled: "as long as you are born, it will be beautiful."

"It's your mother. Naturally, she is willing to have children for you." fool Lou broke the evil. She must have felt it when she saw the lovely children in the inn.

In the sweat, I heard the laughter of the rain and saw the bright stars.

He touched the sweat on my forehead and smiled so beautifully at night.

The wind is heavy and the rain is heavy. I wake up in the middle of the night and listen to the rain, accompanied by the steady heartbeat. There is no desolation of Bashan and the coldness of returning home and being a stranger in another country.

He seemed to wake up, pulled the quilt up, covered my shoulder, dropped a kiss on my forehead, closed me tightly and breathed evenly.

In the early morning, the mountain is so clear that it condenses the meaning of water. It is smart and beautiful. The eyes are green, fresh and green. There are flowing springs and waterfalls everywhere.

I watched greedily, painting the small waterfall with the flowers falling last night, with the fragrance falling together, spinning on the tip of my nose.

I stretched and sat a little tired. Then I stood up and heard someone shouting at the bottom of the lake: "someone fell into the water."

Put down the pen and I'll look down. Lou poxie went to buy food. If I can help, it's also good. After all, every life is precious.

When I got down, several people who knew the water jumped down and grabbed the girl, dressed in white and covered with water.

"First snow." I heard someone calling me from above, full of anxiety and fear. I walked through the crowd, but I saw him anxiously looking for me in the crowd.

"Evil." I raised my voice.

He turned his head and breathed a sigh of relief: "you are not well on the first snow,"

His face was not very good-looking. I went up and took his hand: "I heard someone fell into the water, so let's have a look."

"You really scared me." he gritted his teeth. "I heard that it was a beautiful young woman who fell into the water."

Does he think it's me? "Fool, you always suffer from evil."

He hugged me tightly: "don't walk around."

"Evil, are looking at us?" I struggled gently.

He didn't care. His muscles were angry and some of his fears. I stood on tiptoe and said, "I'll never leave you."

He smiled and held my hand: "go up and finish painting, and go to the next other side. Along the way, we will be close to our little home."

However, he didn't have time to go according to the plan. Otherwise, to the pasture he said is April in spring, then the snow melts, the spring warms and the grass green sprouts.

There was a little life in his stomach. He was nervous. He was eager to bring me back.

Sleepy all the way, just want to sleep.

Careful, he was afraid that the bumps of the carriage would make my body unbearable. He always walked and stopped. The wheels of the carriage were padded with thick cotton cloth. Every day, he is not afraid of trouble.

In the carriage, several soft and warm quilts were spread. I think I won't be afraid of any shock.

He turned back and took my hand. "Are you tired again? Go ahead and have a rest."

I sat on the cart and leaned against his shoulder: "if I'm not tired, I'm tired."

He held my waist in one hand and gently covered my lower abdomen: "snow, when will my stomach roll like them."

"It's still early? It's only three months now. I can't see anything, but I'm sleepy."

"I like to watch you sleep, pick you up and eat. You don't dislike anything, including what you hate most."

"Did I pick food?" I raised my eyebrows and leaned lazily on his shoulder. "I never pick food."

"Yes, this one doesn't eat, that one doesn't eat. Do you know what I just bought?"

"What?"

"Guess?" he was very interested. Let the carriage go slowly.

"If you don't guess, just say it."

"You're getting lazier and lazier. All right, sit down." he lay down and felt a string of dark things on the right side of the carriage.

As soon as I saw it, I felt more and more acid surging, staring at the grape: "I like to eat."

He poured out the water from the kettle, washed it, put it on a small plate, and peeled it one by one for me to eat.

"Chuxue, I heard that people who eat sour will have a son. I want you to have a daughter."

"It's not all the same, you eat." I picked it up and put it in his mouth.

He shook his head: "don't eat sour."

I put it in my mouth and chewed it. While it was a path, no one pulled down his head and kissed his lips: "eat or not."

"I'll eat." he pressed my head and kissed harder.

I stretched out my hand: "that evil, can you sing a little song? Sing two sentences to me."

"No. in the palace, how can you have time to learn like this."

With him, I was always careful. There was no trouble. I didn't encounter thrilling things outside.

Someone robbed me with a knife and gun on the way, but I'm not afraid. He's there.

When he stayed in the restaurant to eat at night, he tried to eat with the set in the palace, and only used his own silver chopsticks. This is also a risk that has been avoided several times.

Originally, looking at the world is not as beautiful as expected. The world is too big, and people are not all the same.

The big winds and waves are coming, but I don't want to take any risks. When I meet a black shop, I can't live anymore and keep it in my heart. When he arrived at the other side of the government, he repaired the book as the former seven princes to let the people of the government guess it.

Although the scenery in front of him was tasteless, he was satisfied with everything. Stop the carriage, find a place for the horses to eat grass and drink water, or come down for a walk, or take a nap in the car.

He was taking a nap. I had enough sleep and couldn't sleep. I raised the buman to let in the winter sun. Warm up the car.

He looked up at me and closed his eyes to sleep. There was a relaxed and lazy meaning between his eyebrows and eyes.

I think the building breaking evil is the most beautiful now. Take out my drawing board and pen and ink, and slowly draw his appearance and lines. Occasionally, he would open his eyes to look for me, see me in his line of sight, smile and fall asleep.

He woke up and took a closer look: "chuxue, did you steal the painting?

"Who said I stole the painting and let the child see it later? His father's sleeping appearance is so beautiful."

He stretched out, circled my waist and printed a hot and humid kiss: "wash your hands and put them away."

Between heaven and earth, a piece of silver, what a pure place: "where is our home?" I poked my head and looked around.

In the snow, there were carriages coming and going, sliding out of snow trails.

"I'll be there in a minute. It's cold outside. Pull it up quickly."

"I'm not cold. I'm so warm. Touch it. Isn't it." the cold hand pasted on his face: "my husband, you look so good today." the snow-white hat and white cloak are so beautiful that they attract people's attention.

He kissed my palm: "naughty, my stomach is bigger today."

I blushed: "I ate a lot of food today." he stared at my stomach every day to see how big it was and how terrible it was. He pulled my clothes and said, "is it cold?"

"Not cold, not cold, you are a big stove."

He opened his cloak and I went in with a smile. He tied the knot and showed the heads of his two white hats.

Some of the old ministries, and some of the people he helped along the way, volunteered to follow him.

He was single. He just wanted to walk and have a look for me. He also thought about where we would live in the future, and so many people would settle there. He bought the transfer of the pasture here.