after losing heart

Chapter 173 [196] Where do you want to eat

Su Mo smiled lightly, shook his head towards Qiancheng, and then said in a loud voice, "Mr. Magic Pen, may I draw a portrait for my wife?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, raised his eyes to look at Qiancheng, his eyes flicked away, and fell on Su Mochen's body, his eyes narrowed slowly, his eyes were sharp, and an imperceptible expression quickly passed from the bottom of his eyes.

The eyes of all the onlookers also fell on this pair of men and women who descended from the sky. With just one glance, they were attracted by this pair of Bi people and couldn't take their eyes off.

The man wears a purple robe, looks like a dragon and a phoenix, and looks like jade, while the woman wears a plain skirt, with picturesque eyebrows, and she is all over the country.

At that moment, many people thought of the fairy couple who descended to earth.

Just when everyone was in a daze, the middle-aged man said loudly, "Of course you can!"

Ah!
Qiancheng was shocked, unbelievable, even Su Mochen showed a slightly surprised expression.

When everyone came back to their senses, there was a lot of sighing.

That's right, once the woman Yingying stood there, she was already the most beautiful and moving picture scroll. It was reasonable for Wu Sheng, the magic brush, to agree so readily.

Wu Sheng seemed to be accustomed to everyone's reaction, smiled salty, and stretched out his finger not far away, "Why don't you go over there and draw!"

Qiancheng looked in the direction he pointed, there was a begonia plant there, and it was the begonia's flowering period at this time. The petals are flying one after another, and the falling flowers are all over the sky, which is indeed a good scene.

"Where are you going?" Su Mochen squeezed her palm, because she couldn't see her, her voice was slightly guarded.

Qiancheng smiled, leaned into his ear and said, "There's a begonia over there!"

At the end, he turned around and nodded to Wu Sheng, bent his lips and said, "Then Mr. Lao will be here."

In fact, she really doesn't care if she paints a portrait or not, but she doesn't want to offend that man.

Wu Sheng spread a piece of rice paper on a flat piece of bluestone, raised his hand and waved it, Qiancheng was half hidden among the crabapple flowers, and he was more delicate than flowers.

Su Mo was still worried, so he stood beside the crabapple lace and waited quietly.

Wu Sheng squinted his eyes and looked at it quietly for a while, writing like flowing water.

After a while, the people on the rice paper slowly appeared, beautiful and lively, and the big begonias also appeared on the paper, as if they had life.

The woman's black hair fluttered among the red flowers, and the falling red fluttered gracefully. In the magnificent beauty, the originally noisy crowd held their breaths and concentrated without making a sound.

Although Su Mochen couldn't see it, he could feel everyone's astonishment, and he felt a little regretful in his heart. For some reason, he hated everyone's eyes on her.

He's not a chicken-bellied man, never was!Why does her beauty make me uneasy?

Slightly frowned, he was a little dazed, and Wu Sheng's voice came from the other side, "It's done!"

Qiancheng finally let out a big breath, thinking of modern photography, all you need to do is pose for a few seconds. She stood in a daze for half an hour and couldn't move. He had already come over, and stretched out his big palm to wrap her hand, as if afraid of losing her.

Sometimes, she really wondered if that guy was really blind, how could he be able to accurately identify the direction of things without touching or touching?
Qiancheng was shocked when he got the portrait.

To be exact, it's horror.

why?
Because Wu Sheng not only drew her, but also drew Su Mochen next to her, so let's just draw it, but he just drew Su Mochen's seat next to her out of imagination.

In other words, she and Su Mochen snuggled up among the crabapple flowers, head to head, that posture, that posture...

How familiar!

Qiancheng narrowed his pupils, took out the necklace around his neck, and opened the cover of the heart-shaped pendant. In the photo inside, she and Xiao Han's posture...

It's just that the clothes are different, the dress is different, the background is different, the rest is exactly the same, even the expressions of the two are the same.

Her heart was beating wildly, and at that moment, she just found it unbelievable.

How can it be?

How can this be?

Painter, yes, painter!
She looked up at Wu Sheng in astonishment, only to find that there was no sign of him.

"Where's the painter?" She anxiously asked Su Mochen, and then remembered that he couldn't see it at all, so she hurriedly asked the crowd.

Everyone said, "Go early!"

gone?

Qiancheng was stunned, quickly pushed aside the crowd, and searched around. There were people everywhere on the street, with vague figures and noisy noise, where could he be seen?
"What's wrong?" Su Mochen frowned slightly, with a worried expression on his face.

"Oh, it's nothing." Qiancheng was a little distracted, thought for a while, and said quietly, "He is so similar to the painting, I didn't even say a word of thanks."

Su Mo was stunned for a moment, and then laughed lowly, "Just because of this, you got angry like this? Don't worry, people like them, who have the spirit of a fairy, don't care about that little thank you." Yes, besides, you are his predestined relationship, aren't you?"

Fate person?
His predestined relationship?
Qiancheng was stunned by this sentence for a while, but the portrait in her hand had already been snatched by Su Mochen, and when she realized that she wanted it, that guy had already folded it and put it in the lapel.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of it."

Su Mo smiled brilliantly, but also very awkwardly.

"That's my portrait! Why do you want to keep it?" Qiancheng was angrily.

In fact, it's fine if she's alone, it's rare that she and this man have something to think about, of course she hopes to hold it in her hands.

But the man's skin seems to be extremely thick.

"Because it's your portrait, you should give it to me. Otherwise, what do you think I asked you to paint? Besides, what's the point of looking at yourself? If you really want to see it, you can just look in the bronze mirror yourself."

Qiancheng was angry, and clenched his fists in his water sleeves, almost saying, you can't see with your eyes, so what's the point of holding it?After all, he didn't say anything because he was afraid of hurting his self-esteem.

Su Mochen directly took her hand and walked forward.

Walking, walking, unexpectedly there is a large open space, many people in the open space are drinking wine, grilling meat, in full swing.

Su Mochen said, let's go bake too!
Qiancheng was still immersed in the shock of the portrait just now and didn't recover, and responded absently.

When the bonfire slowly ignited and the night wind sent waves of heat from the bonfires all over the place to hit her cheeks, she came back to her senses in a daze.

On the side, Su Mochen rolled up the sleeves of his robe, and was using bamboo sticks to string slices of meat. Although he couldn't see them, his movements were focused and skillful.

Because the sleeves were raised high, the bandaged wound on the wrist was exposed.

Qiancheng watched quietly, and couldn't help but think of the scene where he sucked his own blood and gave her the blood and blood ants mouth to mouth.

The scene of Xiao Han feeding her with blood to save her in the desert intertwined, overlapped, interlaced, and overlapped again.

The photos of her and Xiao Han, the portraits of her and him, also circled in my mind, and then circled again.

As soon as her head hurt, she was a little dizzy, so she lightly rested her head on Su Mochen's shoulder, her silky and shiny black hair poured out, and a few strands fell on Su Mochen's neck, and his body trembled. Stiff, in disbelief for a moment, then involuntarily tilted his head the next moment, pressed his face against hers, even turned his face and kissed the corner of her lips lightly, just touched the water, and turned back .

Maybe it was because the night was too alluring, maybe the smell of wine in the air was intoxicating, or maybe it was because the light of the bonfire was too ambiguous, Qiancheng suddenly stretched out his arms and wrapped them around the man's waist, calling him softly, "Su Mochen..."

Her voice was nice, but murmuring was even more captivating in such a night. Feeling her frail and boneless arms warmly encircling him, Su Mo's throat moved, his mind fluttered.

"What's wrong?" He stopped his hands, although he couldn't see it, he clearly felt the abnormality behind her portrait.

Qiancheng didn't know what to say.

"Can't you see that it will burn the meat?"

Su Mo was stunned for a moment, then smiled lowly, "Yes, not only will it burn the meat, but it may even roast my own hand for you to eat!"

Qiancheng thought he would say no, but he didn't expect him to say that, he couldn't help laughing out loud, and said angrily, "Your hands are all skinny, who cares about eating them?"

"Then where do you want to eat me?" The man's slightly evil voice sounded.

Maybe he was just teasing like that, but Qiancheng blushed, feeling that his words meant something, and suddenly felt ashamed and annoyed, pinched his waist with his little hand, "Su Mochen, you are shameless!"

The man laughed loudly, but his heart was warm.

Seeing him not stopping for a long time, Qiancheng became more and more embarrassing, his little hands scratched at his waist, and pinched him again, he smiled and said, "Don't make trouble!"

Realizing the tightness of his body, Qiancheng was frightened, and quickly stopped the movement of his little hands. Seeing that a skewer of meat in his hand had been roasted, he opened his mouth and wanted to take it in. As if he could see it, he shrank his hand, "It's hot !"

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