Transmigration: Rural Sweet Wife

"General, qiu'er is so clumsy. He has soiled so many words of the general. Qiu'er feels sorry for himself. Why don't he?" After some tossing, song qiuer himself is already tired. Looking at a mu, who still has a lot of leisure and elegance, he admits defeat first. At the end of this proposal, it's hard to hide some surprise.

"Well, why don't you come here and paint with me until the one I'm most satisfied with leaves." Amu takes a look at Song qiuer and puts forward this suggestion. When song qiuer hears this, he suddenly becomes stiff as if he had been struck by thunder. God, who will save me? Amu is completely tied with himself.

No, this plot shouldn't go like this. It shouldn't be at all, OK?

According to the normal trend of the situation, it should be amu who was so angry that he immediately disappeared in front of him. How did he get here and become the most satisfied one to accompany him in painting?

Song qiuer has calculated everything, but missed a little. The plot should continue like this. However, she is song qiuer, and she is song qiuer that amu yearns for. Amu wants to give her full tenderness. Amu has endless patience with her.

How could he be angry with song qiuer for several paintings?

"Don't be in a daze, continue to polish." Looking at Song qiuer, a mu is still stunned. He feels even more interesting. He has never seen song qiuer like this before. For song qiuer, he thinks that every day, every minute, every second he sees song qiuer is new and unique.

"Good." Song qiuer gnashes her teeth and throws this word out of her teeth, which makes amu feel more happy.

I just let her stay by my side, I feel happy.

Song qiuer holds the Huimo and greets the eighteen generations of amu's ancestors in his heart. At the same time, he stares at amu and writes. It's absolutely because he didn't play hard enough at the beginning that he let him deliberately toss himself like this. OK, you're going to talk, right? I'm going to destroy you at the last stroke.

Seeing amu holding a brush and sketching the beauty's eyebrows and eyes, song qiuer saw behind him and was reluctant to destroy the painting.

Just, who let a mu calculate his own first, beauty, sorry!

When song qiuer thought of this, he felt as if he had a slip on his hand. The ink fell directly on the inkstone, together with the freshly ground ink, just like the flowers of heaven, all on the paper.

"Tell me about you. Besides being able to cure and save people, I can't even polish." Amu's words are not as fierce as they were just now. In addition, song qiuer has long felt guilty about the destruction of his own paintings, especially such beautiful ones, and let amu scold him.

Even in the middle of the journey, he could raise his head and look at amu. He was very aggrieved and looked pitiful. Amu was suddenly embarrassed to scold him again. At this time, his eyes fell on the painting and sighed: "you, this good painting has been destroyed like this. It's really outrageous."

A mu sighs and looks at the painting. Song qiuer suddenly looks at a Mu's appearance. He feels guilty and starts to think about whether he has gone too far in the first place. Look at people now, he is so sad.

It's a pity that I haven't seen amu. I've been in the mansion for such a long time. I'm also a great destroyer. I've torn two or three pieces of porcelain by accident. I've been knocked to the ground and smashed to pieces. It's even more numerous.

But then ah Mu came over and just laughed it off. He didn't see her have any other feelings. How come now, he is so sad for a painting, just because he has been painting it for so long?

At this time, a mu sighed. In his words, there were many people who looked at Song qiuer and seemed to sigh: "look at the good things you have done. If you have a good painting, it will directly destroy you. But, I am painting you. Look at the direction of these ink spills. The white face is the same as pockmarked face now."

At this time, song qiuer suddenly woke up and took a look at a Mu's painting. He wanted to regret that he had done something wrong. He was pulled to polish the ink and then destroyed a painting.

At that time, I was only skillful in amu's technique. I didn't care too much about the man in the painting. Now I saw that I was painting myself.

At this time, song qiuer really didn't know whether to cry or smile.

"I don't know." Song qiuer looks at Mu's smiling company. He doesn't know why, but his chest almost gushes out a lot of abusive words.

"Well, well, you don't want to go back. Now I'm satisfied with this painting. You can go." Amu wholeheartedly looks at the painting in his hand, but song qiuer's side is not willing to speak, so he let amu take this painting as the most perfect one.

I've seen a lot of paintings for a long time, but I've also destroyed a lot of them. Of course, I know that this is not the best one. The key is that this painting is completely an ugly picture of myself. No, it should be said that it is an ugly picture of my life!

"What do you want this painting for?" Song qiuer only feels that his throat is a little dry. He doesn't know what amu is going to do with the painting. Amu sees that qiuer asks this question, but he tells song qiuer.

"I'm going to mount it for him. Don't you think this painting is very special?"

A mu blinks at Song qiuer. There is a lot of confusion in her eyes. At this time, song qiuer just wants to tear off her innocent disguise.

"Oh, wait a minute, that's not good-looking!" Song qiuer saw a Mu's figure gradually go away, so he rushed to catch up and dig a small one. If someone really saw a painting, it would be a joke.

"Don't make trouble for qiuer. I also feel sorry for qiuer. Qiuer has been working with me for such a long time, and I feel a little ashamed. I also hope to be direct. I choose this painting no matter whether it's good or bad." Ah Mu said everything lightly.

The meaning of the words is that although I didn't make it clear to you at the beginning, I'm planning to take her no matter whether this pair is good or bad. I think you're working too hard.

Song qiuer understood the meaning of amu's words and quickly clarified it. He grabbed amu and said with a bright smile: "no, no, it's not troublesome. It's just ink grinding. I'll grind it again. There's no trouble. You'd better draw another one."