Next to her is a persimmon tree that has withered so much that only branches are left. The Yushu has a unique charm with its Qiong branches.
And she, dressed in a black windbreaker, stood quietly in this picturesque scenery.
She herself is a landscape.
Mo Seng stepped forward hesitantly. When he wanted to persuade him, his ears suddenly stood up and he heard the sound of an engine from far and near.
Soon, within three seconds, a black jeep quickly appeared 100 meters away from the Academy of Painting and Calligraphy.
The car braked very hard, and the wheels slipped a long trace on the ground before it came to a complete stop.
Lu Mian retracted his hand slowly, turning his head slightly to look at the jeep that had arrived suddenly.
Soon, I saw a man dressed in a long windbreaker, wrapped in icy air, got out of the car.
"Master Mo!"
Mo Sr was surprised and delighted, and shouted directly.
Xiao Qimo walked in the white snow and came straight to Lu Mian in the snow. He watched the girl tilt her head a little cutely, with a face full of surprise.
This is not unexpected.
He could not rest assured that she would leave it alone anyway.
Therefore, when he saw Mo Sr's text message, he immediately put down the video conference and went straight to the Academy of Painting and Calligraphy.
Mo Sr didn't say clearly what was wrong, his heart also hung along.
Mo Sr nodded respectfully, while quietly glanced at the time.
Hiss, I didn't expect that Mo Ye was also an invisible drag racing master.
The ground was covered with snow, and it only took him twenty minutes to come to the painting and calligraphy institute.
How dangerous this is!
But Xiao Qimo couldn't take care of this anymore. Lu Mian was full of minds. Even if she knew she was strong, she would still be worried.
He didn't feel relieved until he saw her calmly and completely.
Then came the guilt and self-blame rushing to my heart.
It was his fault. I shouldn't have been angry with her yesterday.
What can she understand, she has this kind of personality, what is he awkward?
After such a long time, why should he rush to that moment and a half?
Xiao Qimo silently exhaled a sigh of air, and greeted Lu Mian's smiling and moving apricot eyes, striding over with a meteor.
"Lu Mian, how are you?" Xiao Qimo asked her at a distance of three steps.
Lu Mian pursed her lips, did not speak, just stood in the snow, smiling quietly.
Xiao Qimo frowned.
Her eyes are not right.
When he got closer, he could smell the alcohol on her body, which was quite heavy.
The man's gaze fell on Mo Stron's body immediately, the coldness engulfed in the ice, which was more terrifying than this icy and snowy weather.
Mo Sr almost knelt down and reported honestly.
"Miss Lu drank half a catty of rice wine."
Half a catty...
Xiao Qimo was a little bit up and his brain was congested.
This girl is drunk with a sip of red wine, and she dared to drink half a catty of rice wine with this physique. Does she have any misunderstandings about her drinking? !
What is it that she has to drink to solve the problem?
The man took a deep look at Mo Stron and didn't have time to bother him. When he looked at Lu Mian again, there was a touch of gentleness and temptation in his tone.
"Professor Lu?"
No one responded when he called "Lu Mian".
Lu Mian moved when he called "Professor Lu".
The girl looked at the gentle and graceful face in front of her. The smile on her face deepened. Her big water-stained eyes were bent into a beautiful arc. She shook her head and explained with one glance: "I am not Professor Lu, I It's your girlfriend."
girlfriend?
The man froze suddenly, and his slightly decadent facial features were again dulled. Obviously he didn't accept this argument.
He knew she was drunk, he knew she was unintentional, but these three words still stung his heart.
"Why make this kind of joke again." He muttered softly, seeming to laugh at himself: "We don't have to pretend anymore."
This was so sad that Mo Sr could feel it.
"Mo, Master Mo... not..."
Mo Sr's faint voice was stunned by Xiao Qimo's sharp eyes.
Mo Sr: Well, you didn't let me say it.
Lu Mian was also overwhelmed by his sudden low mood, took a step back awkwardly, and Shui Mengmeng raised his head.
His facial features were all injured, so he stared at her sadly and disappointedly.
"I'm sorry..." Lu Mian shook his head. He clearly had a lot to say, but when it came to his lips, there were only these three words.
There was a mess in my mind, I didn't know what to do or what to say.
She is not a person who is good at expressing feelings.
"Let's go back."
After a long time, Xiao Qimo took a deep look at the girl, and then spoke lightly.
Since he was not in class, he was also relieved.
No matter what the reason is today, I still take her back to sober up first, so as not to feel uncomfortable the next day.
Xiao Qimo took the lead to turn around and quickly concealed the dim and lonely emotions under his eyes, but his tall back figure was even more depressed.
"Director Qi, I have something to tell you!"
Lu Mian took a step forward, trying to take his hands out of his pockets, and when he saw his alienated back, put them back again.
She stood in place, shrugging her head slightly, staring at her toes, and poking at the snow on the ground.
Xiao Qi Mo stopped.
Behind him, there was a voice of Qingrun hesitation, softly and softly.
"Director Qi, can you stop being angry? Being angry can easily induce myocardial infarction, acute coronary syndrome, indigestion, liver injury and lung injury... and high blood pressure..."
Xiao Qimo closed her eyes and interrupted her.
"Lu Mian, you just want to tell me this?"
Not only did Xiao Qimo not be comforted, but the brain congestion became more serious.
He is almost mad now.
He turned around and looked at the somewhat bewildered girl, with a bit of irritation in his tolerance: "I don't want to hear this."
"Then... Then what do you want to hear?" Lu Mian looked up again.
It seemed that she was still a bit pitiful at this time. The cheeks and the tip of the nose are pink, and a pair of misty eyes blink and blink, and the heart of the person who moves inadvertently is rippling.
Xiao Qimo staggered his eyes and looked away.
"I want to listen to what you are saying." He took a deep breath, "Did you feel my love for you? Do you want to create a home with me? That night, there were no movies at all, those pictures , I wanted to talk to you..."
"Don't say it!"
The man did not finish, but was interrupted again.
Lu Mian remembered what he said at the door of the room that night, she subconsciously stretched out her finger, pressed Xiao Qimo's lips, and blocked the words below him.
Xiao Qimo's eyes gradually dimmed.
Still not allowed to say.
He didn't even have the qualifications to say.
Lu Mian took a deep breath, "Don't tell me, I will."
