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Chapter 2 2. The carriage is coming from the suburbs (2)

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    For some reason, the arrival of Aha made Yan Ruqing feel timid.

    He was afraid to go out and be seen by neighbors with her.  He was afraid of their inquiries and eyes.  So, he didn't go out and locked himself in the dormitory.

    However, it is easier to be guessed by being locked in the room alone with Aha.  He suddenly felt that the neighbors in front, back, left and right were all peeping at him from their windows.  He jumped up, rushed to open the window, then opened the door.

    Aha closed the door.  "Your room is cold enough," she said.

    He also felt that the ears of the left and right neighbors had been sticking to the wall, listening to them.

    He jumped up again and landed in the middle of the room.  There was a large batik-covered platform with clay pots, dried flowers, reeds, and fresh holly branches.  That's where Yan Ruqing painted still lifes.  Next to the crock pot, there was a small radio recorder. He pressed the button, and the singing of the Carpenter brothers and sisters echoed in the empty room.

    Aha listened quietly.

    But Yan Ruqing still couldn't calm down.  He felt that this music was almost too obvious.

    After finally making it to the afternoon, Yan Ruqing still had nothing to do and couldn't find peace.

    Aha sat down and turned into a demure lady, concentrating on the paintings on the walls for a long time, on which the light and shadow of the winter noon flowed.

    It is Yan Ruqing's habit to stick a painting on the wall halfway through the painting.  Then, he would watch it repeatedly, casually, and even half awake in the middle of the night.  He feels that only in this way can he truly find inspiration and feeling, find what he wants, and then know how to change the painting and what it wants to become.

    Aha has been admiring the semi-finished products on the wall quietly, with his head half tilted and his eyes confused.  Yan Ruqing's art is far away from her life experience in Buyi Village, but it is also closely related to some of her dreams, so she is fascinated.

    Yan Ruqing was so moved by these moments that he pulled the easel and painted a portrait of her.

    In the process of painting, his mood gradually improved and he became happy.

    It turns out that as long as he can create, his emotions can be stabilized.

    When people are in a happy mood, everything they see is different from usual. It seems to be related, there seems to be singing, there are beautiful colors and green hopes.  He gradually became excited and entered the best state.

    When the painting was finished, he almost felt happy.

    The girl in the portrait is subtly different from the person in front of him, not because he wants to beautify her, but because her beauty is both clear and unpredictable.  There was a source of light under her skin, in her body, that radiated from her look and manner, and even when she was still, it radiated from her breath.  When he was chasing this light, the person in the painting was even more different from her in reality.

    He is happy about it.

    ? A great woman holds a rose in her hand and leads us up. If a woman cannot inspire a man, take him to a new realm, and find a new dream, Yan Ruqing will not even look at her.

    In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, the sky darkens, and dusk comes quickly.

    Yan Ruqing is hungry, very hungry, hunger is humming in his stomach, every space in his body, humming in every strand of air he breathes, this feeling is so pleasant, only a healthy and happy person can  Some feeling.  Yes, he hasn't felt hungry for a long time, only chest tightness, headache, bloating, no appetite, no interest in food, color, or anything.  But now, he's hungry, he wants to eat, he wants to sleep, he wants to do the things a normal, healthy person would do.

    "I'm hungry, can you cook?" he asked.

    "Yes!"

    Aha immediately ran to the kitchen.

    However, she searched in his kitchen and found only half a pack of instant noodles and a ham sausage left over from lunch.

    She came out with her hands outstretched, shrugged and said to him: "No rice, no gas, the stove won't light, what's it called? My mother said it right, a good woman can't cook without rice!"

    Yan Ruqing gave a rare smile: "I'll take you to the food street on Hequn Road to eat hot pot. It's a famous snack street in Yungui City!"

    "Great!" She jumped up, clasped her hands together, and hung herself around his neck.

    The bicycle rushed down Xiangbao Mountain, shaking Ahha's bones itchy, and she laughed out loud.  They rushed to the intersection, and then drove in the direction of Hequn Road.

    Yan Ruqing thought to herself, maybe she will have to live all winter.  When people in the mountains go to the cities, they spend the winter. Once the winter is over, they return to the plateau and the mountains.

    if trueHe gently picked her up on the horse's back

    The next morning, when he was getting ready to go to work, Aha was still dreaming.  He leaned over to see her sleeping state, one side of her face was squeezed, her five-fingered slender and delicate hand was like the claws of a bird in the air, bending softly beside her face, and the string of beeswax beads he gave to Bang was wrapped around her left wrist  chain.  She was indeed still a child.

    Just like that, he came up with the idea of ??taking good care of her.

    He carefully cleaned the two rooms and the kitchen, and put away all kinds of sundries, just like when he first came to Guizhou, so clean and spotless.  In order not to wake her up, he tried his best to handle it lightly.  Even the leaves of the holly tree were wiped clean with a clean cloth.

    Like most Guangdong men, he has the advantage of being good at taking care of his family.  He put cereal and milk on the coffee table for her breakfast, and even set the tableware before he took the door out.

    Just as he was about to pass by the neighbor's door, his colleague's wife suddenly opened the door, which startled him.  The woman had high cheekbones, her face was pale and blue, and her face was unkempt, as if she had been squatting in a dark corner all night, and her temples were full of veins.

    This is the woman who often scolded him for "pretending to be a matchmaker" who was not a matchmaker.

    He just wanted to say hello politely, but before he could say anything, she spat at him: "Bah!"

    She quickly retracted her head and slammed the door.

    In an instant, Yan Ruqing felt her whole body stiff.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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