Gu CiCi even forgot that she was here to release her 'baby', and unconsciously walked around the waterside pavilion.
Lu Zhiyuan glanced at her and followed her.
The housekeeper looked at the opened trunk and then at Mr. Lu who was leaving.
Shen Guangyao motioned to him and the servants to help get things and to look less.
Gu CiCi stood in the plum forest, running his fingers across the rough prunes and landing on the budding flower bones, his eyes felt like falling snow in full bloom.
Lu Zhiyuan was fascinated for a moment, and immediately took off his coat and put it on her, but it was still cold: "There is a flower house inside..."
The ancient poem remained unchanged: "The tree at the head of my inkstone washing pond... Lu Zhiyuan, is there a study at the back..."
"……have."
"Can I go take a look?"
For the first time, Lu Zhiyuan saw the stars in her eyes that were willing to fall for him, spreading them under his feet and surrounding him: "Let's go."
Gu CiCi stood in front of the small pavilion window, with a whole arched window view, large tracts of lake light and water, and the wonders of the plum forest. From this angle, it was so beautiful that you would never leave.
Gu CiCi unconsciously took off his shoes, knelt on the concubine sitting beside him, covered his legs with silk quilt, and leaned on the window to look out. In the warm room and the cold wind outside the window, except for a little light on the water, everything was there. They are all mysterious and enchanting in the dark night: "If it snows, it will definitely be more beautiful..."
Lu Zhiyuan was sitting on the other side of the cave. He looked at her and forgot to answer. She was more beautiful.
Gu CiCi also tilted her head and looked at him, with a smile in her eyes.
The girl lay on the window sill and looked at the people in the window seriously.
Lu Zhiyuan was as quiet as a plum grove outside the window, cool and calm.
Gu CiCi waved her hand, signaling him to come over.
Lu Zhiyuan moved closer, intending to listen to her.
Gu CiCi beckoned him again, asking him to come closer.
Lu Zhiyuan came a little closer.
So close that Gu CiCi pushed him to the soft cave behind, like a silk net slowly wrapping around his prey, sensing his presence and trapping him in a corner.
Lu Zhiyuan thought about the scene in the car, and his breathing became a little rapid. He unconsciously reached for the switch beside the couch and turned off the lights in the room. The open viewing windows were also closed one after another. The study fell into darkness, and Lu Zhiyuan felt nervous. Tone down a little.
Gu Cici felt a little dark, so he reached out his hand gropingly, and pressed the spot where he had just stayed.
Some of the lights were turned on, and the study became bright again, and Gu Cici kissed him slowly.
Lu Zhiyuan responded emotionally, and after a few back and forths, he reached out his hand again and turned off the light.
Gu CiCi didn't like wearing black clothes, so he clicked his hands and unbuttoned two of his buttons.
Lu Zhiyuan's breath was unstable and he responded enthusiastically. He put his other hand accurately on the switch, pressed it without hesitation, and put the person under him.
I clicked on Gu Ci Ci again, but it wasn't very bright, just a hazy light.
Lu Zhiyuan put his hand up again, pressed it down, and separated the person on the couch.
While Gu CiCi responded, she rolled him to the couch and opened it again.
The lights in the study were turned on and off, off and on again. Lu Zhiyuan's breathing was painful and intense. It seemed like someone kept saying, 'It looks better with the lights on.' 'Yes, with the lights on.'
In the end, Lu Zhiyuan suppressed the fear in his heart and stopped pressing the light that CiCi lit.
In the darkness, Gu CiCi was startled by his subtle trembling. He stretched out his hand and turned off the lamp. He seemed to...
Lu Zhiyuan helped her open it, but his voice was mute: "It's okay... you will be scared..."
Gu CiCi clicked off again, she didn't like it anymore, she had touched it, a lot, a lot, it made him uncomfortable, but she could feel that he didn't want to stop.
For a moment, Lu Zhiyuan wanted to let her kill him, stab him through the heart, and pull it out wherever she wanted. As long as she was willing to kill him, die in her hands, and let him live forever in her heart, she could do whatever she wanted to him.
OK……
The spider built a web on the corridor and accidentally trapped a huge creature. The spider hesitated for a long time whether to let it go, but it was so hungry that it still opened its legs and approached it. It slowly spun out silk and tied it carefully.
, accurately captured, in its painful struggle, but couldn't bear to hug it, if you get closer, it won't be so painful...
Come closer.
Come closer.
It's fine.
Look, it's okay.
…
"You really went." Grandma Song sat in the study unhappily.
"Gone." Song Guoshu's character is Mo Shan. He opened the rice paper, prepared pen and ink, turned on his mobile phone, and drew the picture of the ancient poem.
Grandma Song was very angry. She wanted to go somewhere as no one else could go. She accepted the Lu family's girlfriend as her apprentice and said she was her girlfriend. She was not afraid of making people laugh: "Forget it, that's it."
"Wanwan didn't lose unjustly." Song Moshan copied her landscape painting without raising his head.
Grandma Song looked at the old man in surprise.
"Objectively speaking, he is a very talented child."
Grandma Song understood, the old man said so, he must be very powerful to make that old stubborn Zheng Qiu compromise, and added: "I didn't say that the other party has no talent. What I mean is, since we are recruiting apprentices, what's the point of having one more and one less?"
It’s different, you can bring Wanwan with you.”
Song Moshan looked up at her in his busy schedule and said, "What difference does it make if someone asks me to accept one more person and one less person?"
Grandma Song just said: "We Wanwan are not incapable of doing anything... I admit, we are indeed a bit inferior in talent..."
"So, let's just hold it at home like eyeballs. Don't ask for more..." Song Moshan was halfway through the painting when he suddenly felt something in his heart. He spread out another piece of rice paper and started swaying.
On the balcony downstairs, Song Yue politely and respectfully told his sister-in-law and eldest brother what happened today: "That's what happened. If you want to hide it from Wanwan, you won't be able to hide it. It will definitely spread when the time comes, and you can't be sure.
More importantly, my sister-in-law and eldest brother will comfort her more when the time comes."
Song Xing put his arm around his wife's shoulders.
Ye Man nodded: "Well, didn't you say you're not a dancer?"
Song Yue was also puzzled: "I don't dare to say that I know everything about art. It is always true that everything can be changed without departing from its origins. In art, the old man has said so."
Song Xing knew it was very good. The old man did not praise others easily: "We are here in Wanwan. You are staying at home tonight. You haven't been back for a while. Mom misses you."
"I have something else to do."
"Why are you so busy?"
"I really have something to do. Let's go first. Don't tell mom that I've been back. Thank you. Bye--"
Ye Man leaned in her husband's arms and sighed: "If Wanwan knows, don't comfort her without any bottom line, as if someone else has done something wrong. This kind of thing depends on fate. Let her know that there is still a mountain high."