It would be a joke and joking word on weekdays, but when I said it now, there was no smile on the corner of my mouth, and even the eyes were indifferent.
She was obviously angry at the man, but why would it be him who had a cold face now?
Bai Chu felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he deliberately walked a few steps past Van Gogh and left the person behind. However, when he was a few steps ahead of him, his wrist tightened and he pulled him back.
"you--"
Before he could say the annoying words, his mind was completely disturbed by the words that came from Van Gogh.
"Bai Chu, under my nose, are you hugging and hugging other men?" Van Gogh stared at her, his face feeling solemn.
Bai Chu was stunned for a moment and reflected that the "other man" Van Gogh said was Bai Chenshi. A little inexplicable emotion arose in her heart. She struggled to make a move but didn't break free, "Van Gogh, that's my son, my own son."
Vango pulled the corner of his mouth, "I know."
The dark eyes were as deep as the abyss, and the joys and angers were not visible. After that, he led Bai Chu to the opposite direction he had walked before.
This sudden turn made Bai Chu at a loss. He stepped on the corner of his skirt and slipped under his feet—
Immediately when I was about to trip, I was pulled back by the hand holding my wrist.
This force was too powerful, and Bai Chu hit Van Gogh's chest head-on.
At this time, I naturally subconsciously took a step back. As soon as I made a move, my waist tightened, and my big palm pressed her from behind and pressed her to his chest.
The voice from above the head was faint, "Bai Chu, you should only throw yourself into my arms."
The clothes on the face are ironed, and the heartbeat on the chest is healthy and powerful.
The golden eyes flashed, Bai Chu looked up at him, his eyes lit up slightly.
He reached out and stroked his jaw, raised his finger and put it on his chin in a light picking style, "Can I understand the devil's behavior as jealous?"
Van Gogh tilted his head, avoiding her joking fingers, and not speaking.
Bai Chu raised his eyebrows, "Is he really jealous?"
Van Gogh frowned and ignored her.
Bai Chu was in a good mood for no reason. His hands that had not been taken back were chased by his face and repeatedly traced them along his temples to his jaw, "Van Gogh, Van Gogh, will you have such a time to make you look like this?"
Van Gogh had no expression on his face, pulled off her hand, held her and continued walking forward.
Realizing that Van Gogh's temperament seems to be a little different from usual today, I remembered that Bai Chu was still in a cold war and was slightly puzzled. The excited he had just started to get back, "Where is going? This is not the way back."
"If you don't go back to your parents, I'll send you back to Qingqiu."
"Qingqiu?" Bai Chu stopped and looked up at him, "Why? We have just come out not long ago. Now when we go back, at most, it will only be counted as a few hours after Qingqiu left!"
Van Gogh looked over, "You came out this time, first to see your son, and second to heal the wound. Now that the injury is healed, your son has continued to enter the cycle of reincarnation. It's time to go back."
"That's right, but..."
"Nothing is right." He pulled her forward.
Van Gogh was walking very fast, and Bai Chu trotted two steps to catch up with him, "Will it be too fast? At least we will say parting with the old man and the others first?"
"No need, they are hidden, and they don't need a goodbye to you."
"Why do we have to go back to Qingqiu? We can go to other places to have fun." Bai Chu pulled his robe sleeve tightly, "We can go to many places for a long time in the world."
"Go to those places later."
Bai Chu frowned and kicked the stone at his feet hard, "Why?"
Van Gogh did not answer.
"If you don't tell me, I'll sit here and not leave!" As he said that, he sat on the ground without hesitation.
The moment he was about to go down, he suddenly pulled back, leaned against the tree behind him.
Van Gogh supported the tree trunk with one hand and still held her hand with the other, with a calm face: "Can you go?"
"Don't leave!"
The wind blows the leaves and the snow falls without warning.
The purple robe sleeves quickly covered her head. In the blink of an eye, the snow mixed with water fell on Van Gogh's body.
Bai Chu glared at him, reached out to clean up the snow on his head, and pouted, "I haven't seen you like this yet, I have the time to hide, but I have to help others block it."
Van Gogh slapped the snow on him with her hand and looked at her faintly, "You are not someone else."
Bai Chu's movements were slightly absent. After a while, he helped him deal with the last snow on his shoulder. His tone softened, "If you don't tell me why you go back so quickly, why should I go with you?"
Van Gogh's eyes drooped, raised them again, and looked at her tightly.
Bai Chu felt a little uncomfortable by this gaze. He wanted to move a little away from him, but found that he had been surrounded by him between his arms, with a tree behind him, and he had no choice but to retreat, and he could not avoid it.
Unexpectedly, Bai Chu spoke in confusion: "Van Gogh?"
Van Gogh's face was still solemn. He stared at her eyebrows and eyes, looked at the subtle changes in every inch of her skin expression, and then slowly spoke: "Bai Chu, I want to see what you looked like when you were raising your child."
"ah?"
Bai Chuyijun, what happened to these inexplicable words?
He betrayed her and added a few words, "Our children."
The voice was soft and slightly hoarse. When I heard Bai Chu's ears, I realized from the confusion and shock that I had just now.
She rarely takes the initiative to care about others in her life, but Bai Chen happens to be the one she takes the initiative to care the most. Just now, Van Gogh saw how she treated Bai Chen. Now, it’s really delicious…
Bai Chu held back his smile and asked him deliberately, "What does this have to do with returning to Qingqiu?"
"Qingqiu's time is faster than that in the mortal world," he knew it was a game, but he still followed her words, "Bai Chu, I want to get married to you soon."
According to Qingqiu time, their wedding will take five days later, and if they are in the mortal world, it will take five years.
Bai Chu's eyes slightly turned and he looked at the sky at this moment.
The sky is gloomy and is about to end.
He looked back and looked at him, pretending to be serious, "Do you want me to have a baby for you earlier than to marry me soon?"
"Bai Chu, this is not the point." He was more serious than her, with a calm face, as if he was discussing life and death with her.
“What’s the point?”
He didn't smile at all. In his life, it was rare to say these words to her in such a serious tone. "Bai Chu, I want to see your gorgeous dress and smile, and I want to stand shoulder to shoulder with you openly, and even more so... have you with justification."
This sentence is so straightforward that it cannot be more straightforward. The heat blew on her face, stirring her temples and making her hair slightly itchy.
Bai Chu pursed her lips. It was clearly winter, and it was snowing, but her face was slightly hot.
Her eyes wandered over him, "But you are still angry with me."
"Um."
What's going on with this "Yeah"? Bai Chu glared at him, and his mood was getting darker again, "Since you are angry with me, why are you talking to me about these things! Just ignore me, I'll go back to my Qingqiu, go to your Jiuyou, forget it if you don't see me!"
Van Gogh waited quietly for her to finish, "I'm done? Is there anything else?"
Bai Chuyi was so angry that he choked.
In the eyes of black jade, the waves flowed like flowing clouds, "Bai Chu, when you see others, you can always leave me behind as soon as possible. You said, should I be angry?"
Where did this... start? Bai Chu blinked and suddenly realized.
This person should be referring to Bai Yi and Bai Chen. Before seeing Bai Yi passing by on the corner of the street, she left Van Gogh and chased people without thinking... Just now, she sensed Bai Chen's aura behind her, and immediately turned around and went to him. Without even saying anything, she ignored him aside.
Did Bai Yi start eating this jealousy in love since then?
Bai Chuyi couldn't think of anything to comfort or perfunctory, so he turned his head and pretended to look at the snow, and said vaguely, "They... are not others, but my relatives."
"So Bai Chu, I want to be your relative, too."
Bai Chu opened his eyes wide and turned around, his heart thrust violently, and then he realized that he had been trapped.
I wanted to get angry, but seeing him with a serious look on his face, he couldn't even get up at all.
He looked at her and focused his eyes: "Bai Chu, will you allow me?"
The two have known each other for so many years, and Bai Chu saw Van Gogh's expression and attitude for the first time. This feeling was as terrifying as seeing his brother turning into a little fox lying in her arms, acting cute and coquettish.
Even if he didn't say this, she would marry him. But if she said it at this moment, why would she feel a little nervous...
Bai Chu clasped his cuffs tightly and suddenly felt a little dry.
The devil said, "You haven't smiled at me for several hours today."
Van Gogh was slightly surprised, but he always acted faster than he reacted. As soon as Bai Chu said that, he curled his lips and immediately raised a smile.
The smile was light and warm.
The delicate facial features seemed to be rising at the corner of the mouth, becoming more clear and clear.
The gods are noble and splendid.
"Okay, I'll agree." The words fell sharply, Bai Chu pursed his lips and smiled, as if he was a little shy, and he shortened his body and crawled out from under his arm.
Van Gogh did not expect her to agree so quickly. She was slightly stunned and her eyes were blurred. She had already run away, leaving a string of small footprints on the snow.
The world is vast, and the beautiful woman is running in the snow, her long hair spreads in the wind and snow, her clothes and skirts fly like butterflies.
It made him lose his mind for a moment.
Van Gogh raised his eyebrows and chased after him.
Never thought the snow was so beautiful, covered in silver. He could see her at a glance in the thousands of scenes, and see her smiling and beautiful face. She ran in front and chased her behind. The two of them deliberately left their strength. One flashed quickly when they were about to be chased, and the other deliberately slowed down when they were about to catch up.
I don’t know how far or how long it took me to go all the way until I was rarely visited, and the surroundings were empty and the world was all vast.
The dresses overlap, flying like clouds.
Van Gogh suddenly reached out and grabbed Bai Chu's skirt, and Bai Chu also suddenly pulled Van Gogh's sleeve at the same time.
There was no step earlier or step later. The subconscious action seemed to have already agreed, with an extremely tacit understanding.
Bai Chu pursed her lips.
Van Gogh smiled slightly.
Then, both of them used force to pull out the fabric held in their palms—
The clothes are flying like clouds, covering the sky and the sun.
Under the clothes, the wind blows and waves.
Omit ten thousand words from the part that cannot be written below the neck...