C760 (1/2)

Across the sea, gulls gather.

The source of fairy tales, the blue flow.

Celadon painting make-up, light brush strokes, across the strong feelings.

The people on the canvas have a graceful posture of light lavender dyeing - delicate eyelashes and elegant temperament.

He held his fingers lightly, as if holding a fragile blue and white porcelain vase. His eyebrows were calm and indifferent. The dipper hanging bottle was delivering nutrition to his pale blood vessels

Helo sat by, staring motionlessly at the waves of his face.

”Sister, go down and have a rest. I'll come to watch today. ”

Jerome is cutting the apple, he is very careful, the apple skin has not been cut off by his hot temper, it is a miracle.

”Here, have an apple. Then go back. ”

He handed it to her, with tired eyebrows.

”No, I'll wait for my second brother to wake up.”

She replied stubbornly.

”I don't want you to marry,” Jerome said, pursing his mouth and lowering his head

”I know, but I will.”

”In fact, Shuluo thinks the same as me.”

Her obstinate voice suddenly loosened.