Song seems to have not yet responded to the three questions that he just asked.

One is forced.

Second hand.

Three brothers.

The tone is inconvenient.

He also doesn’t know what they’ve been through.

But he knew that the past must have been a porous, enough for such a tough man as the scene could not cross.

But what kind of story is it?

There was confusion in his mind.

It’s hard to ask.

At this moment, the snow was getting bigger and bigger, and with the cold wind blowing a few grains on his head, shoulders, and clothes...

He gently walked away and wrapped his sleeves.

I'm going to go...

But he inadvertently looked in through the window outside and saw that Ji Yunshu was coloring the painting.

A handwritten pen.

Pinch the cuffs with one hand.Slightly leaning, looking down, the long hair that had not been tugged slowly over her shoulders from behind, and hung over her arms, and the wisps of the green were blown up by the cold wind, like a child wearing dancing shoes, and at the same time, she was slowly swinging with her fingertips with a pen, and the fine pen was in the fine pen.

A little bit of light on paper, a little bit of good.

The portrait in the painting is slowly colored, and the more true!

Although the painting is still just a general outline and a few colors, the appearance of the woman in the painting is small and clear.

However, better than the painting, it is the person who is painting with a pen!

Ji Yunshu!

The more he looked at her, the more he looked at her!

The man was born a handsome, not only handsome, but also grew fine skinned tender meat, where is the appearance of a man, clearly a woman.

But Song's head will not turn, and sex is very rigid.

He saw that Ji Yunshu was wearing a man's dress, and he was sure that he was a man, although he looked like a woman, it was just like that.

I have no doubt that she is a woman.

However –

After staring closely at Ji Yunshu for so long, his heart beat faster.

This feeling has never happened before.

He touched his chest and tried to press down his beating heart.

But the more so, the faster you jump.

It is possible to jump out of the mouth at any time.

It's awful!

Do you think... you are sick?

He was suddenly startled.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of being sick.

Especially the one who is half-dead.

One suffers, two burns the money.

He is so poor, where there is money to see a doctor.

The more you think, the more terrible it feels.

He quickly withdrew his eyes on Ji Yunshu.

In case you are tortured to death by that feeling.

Breathing breath.

“What happened to me?”He whispered a word.

Because it was quiet around him, he was standing right at the window.

So the small movement still shocked the inside of the painting Ji Yunshu.

She held out her hand, and the fine brush immediately left the paper.

When he saw it, he saw Song stop standing outside, holding his chest in one hand, and mumbling with his head down.

“Song, son-in-law?You are this?”

“Oh!”When he looked up, he met the delicate eyes of Ji Yun.

The heart pounded again.

It was as if he was going to jump out of his mouth again.

Ji Yun squeezed his eyebrows.

A little worried.

“Song, son-in-law?What happened to you?”

"I'm okay."

"But you don't look as good."

"I... am really okay."Song stopped looking down, his cheeks red, and he did not know whether he was shy or frozen, and he said, "I have come to give you porridge."

“The porridge?”

"But it's cold, and if you want to drink, I'll give you the end of the heat."The two bowls of porridge that he would be put on the side of the scene.

The ice is cold!

There is no heat at all.

Some are frozen!

He said, "No, I'm not hungry."

"You've been painting for so long, or you've been able to rest."

"It's okay."

"Jingzi is right, Jizi, if you draw a picture, you can really forget me."

"Oh?"Did he say that to me?”

Song said, "That's not the case, but... it probably means that."

Ji Yunshu smiled a little, looked outside, how she remembered that the scene was still there before, but this would be gone.

He asked, “Yes, what about the other people?”

Song pointed in one direction and said, "He's gone."

“Oh!”

"That... I won't bother you, keep painting, if you're hungry, call me at any time, I'll cook you porridge."

Ji Yunshu saw him standing with two cold bowls at the window to himself, the picture is very funny, and quickly refused, "Really no, outside so cold, Song son, you go to rest."

"Okay, then I'll go."

Song bowed to her inexplicably.

It's gone.

Ji Yun was slow down a bit.

How does Song feel different than before?

But it was different there, and he couldn’t think of it.

Suspension –

Shake your head.

It's all!

I also started painting.

For two days, she had probably already made the appearance of the dead clear.

There is basically no difference.

After all, she painted a lot of portraits of the faces of the dead, and used the clay to pinch a lot of bones, and then a group to one another, only this portrait.

As long as it is not surprising, when she is finished, she will slowly adjust, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.

...

The next day.

Pingyang House.

Today, he came to visit with his son, Gong Shilin, in person.

They also bring a lot of gifts.

Let’s talk about your son’s marriage.

I’m going to have two young people meet today.

In the snow in the car.

He sat on his father’s side, silent.

I could only hear the sound of the wheels of the outer carriage crushing the snow.

It was like a piece of paper was usually broken.

The cold wind squirred, blowing in from the outside, lifted the curtain.

He licked his arms, licked his lips, and looked at his laughing father for a while.

Let's talk about it again.

And then -

Have the courage to say, "Dad, don't be in such a hurry."

What is it?

The frowned upon the frown.

“What?”

"Child means, don't hurry today."

“How can you not hurry?”

“Me and the Manly thing...”

The climent interrupted him."I know that this matter is indeed a little fast, but since you like her, the two of us are in the world, so this matter can not be delayed, later to the Pingyang Houfu, you should also pay attention to some, etiquette can not be gaffed."

Unable to refute.

Gwen never liked to explain.

So there is not much to say.

But he was unhappy in his heart.

It felt as if someone was constantly stirring in his heart.

Do you really love Lee?

Can it really be accepted?

But what about not loving?

Not accepted, what about?

The fate of him and Li Wenshu was determined early.It is not a “no” word to choose.