Chapter 286: Frankly (2)

"The painting on your desk..."
Speaking of this, Song’s voice is a little choked.
She hopes to hear that she is said to be Song Jiaxi.
She hopes that her younger brother will be able to be killed by Dong Xuan like her, and then move through to the ancient animal.
She asked her husband last night whether he had been seriously injured before.
Shepherd said that once he was riding a black madness, he took him off the horse.
At that time, he was seriously injured, but he was not hospitalized and there was no coma.
She is not willing to make sure that it was not the time when she was no longer a pastor.
But she is sure that she will be able to draw such a painting. He must be someone familiar with her.
Mugu tried to suppress the emotions that rolled out of his heart.
He calmly looked at Song Wushou: "The painting... I just painted it."
"At this time, you still refuse to tell me the truth." Song has no worries.
Seeing her eyes reddish, shepherd heart pain.
He looked at her, the dark peach eyes, and swiftly passed a sigh of relief.
He said: "The woman in the painting often appears in my dreams."
He often dreams of running with her and galloping on the battlefield.
In the back, he avoided the weight and did not say it.
He is often entangled in such dreams, sometimes excited and sad because of dreams -
Every time he wakes up, he will ask countless times. When will she appear next to him instead of dreams?
Last time, when she was about to faint, she shouted [Oriental Xuan, don’t yell at my nine people].
His heart was shocked.
The words of the oriental Xuan, like a drum, slammed into his heart.
Although her appearance changed, but when she heard this, he knew that she was coming.
But what is the use?
Her current identity is Mrs. Gu -
In a simple sentence, he set off the waves in Song Worry.
"You are drawn by the woman in the dream..." Song’s voice was a little trembling.
Isn't it... Is he really a reincarnation of the East?
How could this be?
What about Gu?
She always thought that Gu Yu is only...
Shemu nodded and her eyes fell on her own legs. She did not dare to look directly at Song.
Song Wuyou asked: "Then you didn't dream of who you are? Dongfang Xuan or Song Jiaxi?"
Shepherd was raised and looked at her intricately, shaking her head.
Song Wu worries, very disappointing.
Beautiful face, it is easy to see the loss and sadness.
Shepherd was raised and she saw her like this, and she felt a painful heart.
He looked at her, his voice was dull and low: "You have to remember forever, you are Mrs. Gu, Song Worry, I am the eldest son of the pastor."
Song has no worries and looks at him.
When they were four eyes, Song Worry seemed to see the familiar and smiling jealousy.
Heart, stunned.
When the eyes were hot, she jerked up. "You eat porridge. I went to the doctor to change medicine."
Shemu looked at her rushed figure, dawning, gradually becoming melancholy, and there was a mist of water in it.
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The sun sets.
The setting sun dyed the entire grassland orange.
The flock is grazing, the horse is running, and the big eagle is flying.
The mountains in the distance, the leaves are dancing.
Song Wushou holds a picture in his hand and stands on the edge of the roof.
She wore a skirt and a long white skirt.
The long hair draped over the waist, the wind blew, the long hair flutters, the skirt is light, and the beauty is like a mysterious fairy.