Very pure and cute: diamond rich come on a blind date

Time is passing by little by little.

Various things are constantly happening around Qi Yemo, but there are only two things that linger in his mind:

First, the venue of the wedding.

Second, the picture scroll displayed in front of me at this moment, destroyed by myself.

He stood upright in front of the wall, constantly turning the paintbrush in his hand, which was the one that accompanied him for the longest time, from the first painting to the present.

Many honors are done with it.

This is his partner on the road to success, and it has brought him a lot of inspiration, but at this moment, it makes him a little helpless.

Lowering his head, he looked at the watercolor buckets of various colors that had been here for many days.

The colors in there have begun to freeze and stiffen.

Isn't time and passion just like these watercolor buckets, colorful and bright at the beginning, full of various hopes and fantasies.

But then what?It gradually became different from before, and it was no longer so bright.

After drying up, various cracks began to appear, interlaced one by one.

thick, thin...

These are the traces left by life and time.

After many years, people tend to let these traces continue, and life becomes more dull.

However, what appears on the surface will not become the ultimate destination of life.

In fact, in many cases, time is still left for people to go back.Just like the oil paint that has just been dried, as long as a proper amount of water is put in and stirred gently to let the water permeate a little, after a short period of infiltration, the usual brilliance can still be restored.

After experiencing a period of silence, Qi Yemo finally stopped turning the paintbrush in his hand. It seems that he has regained some of the previous feeling, even though the feeling seems a little distant and vague.

At this moment, he chose the same white color as the surrounding walls.

Putting down the paintbrush, he picked up a roller specially used for wall painting, and covered the painting scroll with a few eye-catching whites in a few strokes.

"Master, you are..."

Qin Huo who was standing aside was suddenly a little surprised, he didn't know what Qi Yemo was going to do.At the beginning, the master spent several days, day and night, creating it.

This painting contained his incomparably deep affection for Ye Huanyu, but at that time he had no other means of expression other than painting.

But at this moment, I saw that the master was using a stern white to wipe it away bit by bit, and it was completely wiped away without leaving a trace.

Qi Yemo covered it with white over and over again, but he didn't make a sound.At this moment, he has once again immersed himself in his own world.

That was something he only had when a new idea came to his mind.

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"Mommy, I want to go home..."

Spoiled for a long time in Ye Huanyu's arms.

In this silent night with only the sound of insects, after tossing and turning several times, she still couldn't fall asleep.

Ye Huanyu was woken up by the little baby, she yawned shortly, and remade the blanket that had been kicked off for her little daughter.

Gently stroking her soft hair: "What? Are you tired of playing here? There are still many places here that we haven't been to yet."