Chapter 89 (1/2)

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.