A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 141: Daydreaming

"But... I still have things to do. I won't go back to Kyoto so early. If I leave, what will happen to my mother?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng rubbed her head and asked:

"Have you thought about it?"

This gentleman, even if he thought about it in his heart, would not say a word of advice.

When it comes to not resorting to force, I am willing to go along with her.

Huo Yan nodded.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was silent for a moment, sat up, and got out of bed naked.

Huo Yan lay on the bed, looking at his strong back with a flushed face. At this moment, his brain was congested.

She suddenly pressed her face against the mat and bit her lip.

Well, she was just daydreaming.

The truth is, the fierce lovemaking between the two of them was so shocking that she couldn't pretend nothing had happened.

Zhuang Zhoucheng quickly dressed himself, then stood by the bed and whispered:

"I'm leaving, what do you want to say?"

What did you want her to say?

Huo Yan turned to look at him, shook his head slightly, and said:

"No... that... never mind, no."

Huo Yan originally wanted to make sure that everything between them had been settled and that they would have no relationship in the future.

But think about it, he had guessed so much about her before. If she asked this, would he think that she didn't want to leave him?

Want to pester him?

So, forget it.

Zhuang Zhoucheng paused slightly, but did not say anything. He waved to her and asked her to move closer to the bed.

Huo Yan covered her chest and moved away. Zhuang Zhoucheng leaned over, held her chin, and rubbed his thin lips against her mouth for a while. Then he stood up and said:

"Call me if you have anything." Then he left.

Huo Yan thought that he would never sell himself again.

She must love herself well and stop making her mother sad.

After putting on my clothes, my legs were so sore that I forced myself to get up, dragged the mat out, washed it repeatedly with clean water, and after making sure there was no smell, I threw myself into the living room.

...

Huo Yan went to his mother's grave, placed a piece of A4 paper on the bluestone slab in front of the tombstone, and sat there for the whole day.

He was concentrating on painting, and was extremely devoted to it. The lines he drew were smoother than ever.

It's probably a psychological effect. She thought it was her mother blessing her.

They completed their copying assignments one by one, then took away the copying materials and started sketching them all.

She shot the scene from various angles in front of her mother's grave, and the images from various angles appeared on her drawing paper, with smooth lines and a strong sense of picture.

"this is not good……"

Huo Yan drew about ten pictures and then flipped through them:

"Mom, let me accompany you."

Then I added myself in. Anyway, she appeared in every picture. The proportions were well distributed, the details were appropriate, the main and the secondary were clear, and she had soul and emotion.

There is definitely a difference between doing something with care and doing something without care.

As it got dark, Huo Yan didn't dare stay on the mountain anymore.

Although that was my mother, it was still scary to be alone in the mountains.

He ran down the mountain quickly with the painting folder in his arms, and only slowed down when he reached the path in the town.

I squatted down, and my legs hurt.

Huo Yan stayed for a few days and then took a bus to the city. She couldn't ignore her father because he was still with her.

Huo Yan arrived in Kyoto, a three or four hour drive, and she couldn't stop crying.

I cried silently, and when I could no longer suppress my sobs, I took a deep breath and exchanged breaths.

When I got off the car, my eyes were bloodshot, red and swollen.

Standing outside the station, she couldn't go to school. She didn't apply to stay on campus during the summer vacation, so there was no dormitory for her.

After thinking about it, I called Ali.

There was no sound from Ahri. Huo Yan took a deep breath and said with a forced smile:

"Well, if it's inconvenient for you, forget it. I'm hanging up first."

She hadn't forgotten what Ali said: if she had nowhere else to go, she could go to her place, but now...

But soon, Ali called back.

Huo Yan stared at the two words "Ali" jumping on the phone, and his heart instantly warmed up. He answered the call with a smile:

"Ahri?"

"I was busy just now. He answered the phone. You have nowhere to go, so come here quickly!" Ali cursed.

Huo Yan chuckled and responded:

"I am coming over now."

Huo Yan immediately stood up and dragged the box to wait for the car.

Ahri is still the best!

It was indeed Young Master Qian who answered the phone the first time. How could Young Master Qian speak without understanding the situation?

When Huo Yan arrived at Ali's place, Young Master Qian had not left yet, so Ali went downstairs to pick up Huo Yan.

When Huo Yan entered the room, he met the teasing eyes of Young Master Qian and felt a little embarrassed for a moment. He immediately asked:

"Will it bother you?"

Young Master Qian spread his arms, rested them on the back of the sofa, and sat casually.

"No, I don't live here." said Young Master Qian.