Chapter 1186: Don't embarrass me

Song Tong also watched silently, and he let go of his hand, standing silently behind Auspicious. Also looked at the "Han Meitu" with her.
The place originally was not Bai's paintings, but a pair of Song Lanlin's very satisfied "Lanting Preface". Bai's is indeed very good. But in the end, it only stays at the stage of preference. How easy is it for an authentic Beidi to acquire a good hand? Bai Shi was also married to Song Tong. Only learned with Song Tong. After years of accumulation, it can also be regarded as a Theravada, but in Song Tong's opinion. Bai's paintings are nothing more than petty, but Bai's spirit is high, and he has not stopped writing in these years. Just paint a picture to destroy one. I'm always dissatisfied. This is the best painting of her life, because the night when she finished the painting. She left the world forever.
After the funeral. Song Tong framed this "Han Mei Tu" with his own hands. Hanging in the study.
At this moment, in front of the painting, the red plum is dazzling. What else is auspicious?
Jixiang's original tight body collapsed. Seeing that he was about to fall, Song Tong was too busy to help, but auspiciously shook his hands away. When she spoke again, her voice was already calm and terrifying: "It's getting late, my brother will take a break early, auspiciously withdraw."
"Auspicious ..." Song Tong looked at her like this, and frowned frantically. He wanted to say something to Jixiang, but he didn't know where to start.
He had known for a long time that he was a timid and insulting sour rotten scholar. For the past six months, he had been immersed in deep thoughts of his dead wife, and only wished that he could not go with Bai, but he could not, not only because of his superiority. There is a child under an old father, and everyone knows that Master Song has a long history, but in fact he knows his fear and selfishness.
He didn't want to die, he wanted to live, even with deep guilt to Bai's, he still wanted to live, and he comforted himself that the fear of death was inevitable, even though he used to say "it ’s better to die than live" Is disdainful.
However, since when has his gaze stayed longer and longer on the auspicious body?
But why is he more and more reluctant to enter this study and face the scarlet "Hanmeitu"?
He was more selfish, despicable, and more ordinary and timid than he thought.
While he was sinking into the endless thoughts of his dead wife, he was looking forward to the early departure of the cold winter this year, and he never thought of the eager anticipation of the arrival of warm spring this year.
"Song Tong, don't say anything, I'm already embarrassed," Jixiang suddenly turned around and looked at her with calm eyes, just like the first time they saw each other, and it seemed like the solitude after Dachen Dawu, she was dry His lips moved and he spat out the second half of the sentence, "Don't make me more embarrassed."
Song Tong suffocated, facing the calmness and apathy of the auspicious face, he couldn't say anything, he didn't dare to look at those eyes any more, and he lowered his head silently.
"From Minger, I will work hard to be the best lady in Songfu, and I will not lose your face and your father's face," he paused, and said auspiciously, "Song Tong."
The voice was gentle, with a little expectation and sadness.
"Ah?" Song Tong looked up at the auspiciousness. At this moment, facing the auspiciousness under the red plum, he was confused and confused.
"Nothing." Jixiang pulled his lips, then turned and went out.
Yes, it's really nothing.
Only from tomorrow onwards, I, the Miss Songfu, will never have the opportunity or stand to call your name like this.
In the tortuous corridor, auspiciously silently wiped the cold tears from the corners of his eyes.
Tianding mid-May
General House of Qinghai.
back yard.