Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

The slightly spoiled mood because of Huo Yan finally improved after entering the art museum.

There were many people in the art gallery, but it was very quiet. Lu Qiao felt like traveling through time and space.

All kinds of artistic masterpieces, every painting seems to be a kind of life.

Only when you see it with your own eyes can you know how beautiful these paintings are, which cannot be described in words.

In Lu Qiao's eyes, these are alive and soulful.

Huo Yan followed her not far or near, feeling a soft and slightly itchy feeling in his heart that had been brushed by a feather.

After unlocking the phone, he found a secret account, and he wrote in the latest update, "She has light in her eyes."

……

Coming out of the art gallery, Lu Qiao felt that he was so inspired that he just wanted to go back to painting immediately.

Recently, Huo Yan was really considerate as if he was being haunted by someone's soul. All subsequent reservations were cancelled, and he followed her to call a car without saying a word, preparing to go back.

Waiting for the bus on the side of the road, a small blue-eyed little girl came bouncing over with a sweet voice, "Brother, buy a bouquet of flowers for sister, the flower language of this flower is 'beautiful lover', very romantic, very It is suitable for my sister, you can buy a bunch."

A small child is very proficient in recommending his own flowers to others. Someone should have given this rhetoric. If he meets a couple, he may indeed buy a bouquet of flowers.

"Beautiful lover."

What a pleasing flower language.

Lu Qiao smiled, and said softly to the little girl, "We are not a couple, we are not suitable for this kind of flower, sorry."

The light in the little girl's bright eyes dimmed a bit, but she still didn't intend to give up, and said persistently: "Even if you are not a couple, you can buy it, sister, I picked these words this morning, they are very fresh, if you buy them back and put them away In a bottle, it can last for several days."

Lu Qiao still laughed, but shook his head firmly.

This flower is really beautiful, but she doesn't deserve it.

"Beautiful lover."

She, as well as Huo Yan, are not worthy of this beautiful flower language.

The little girl was very disappointed, and finally lowered her hands, looking pitiful and dejected.

Just as he was about to give up, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side.

"Yes, we are not a couple, but we are husband and wife. This kind of flower is very beautiful, and the flower language is also very pleasant. I think it is very suitable for my wife. Would you like to sell me a bouquet?"

The little girl's eyes lit up again, and she nodded hurriedly, "Of course."

Huo Yan showed a gentle smile, "Thank you."

After buying a bouquet of flowers from the little girl, Huo Yan put it in front of Lu Qiao, with a smile hidden in his eyes, "For you, my Mrs. Huo."

It was a very common sentence, but Huo Yan uttered it with a lingering, affectionate taste like the sea.

Lu Qiao looked down at the flowers in his hand.

It is indeed a freshly picked flower, with dew on the petals, so delicate and charming.

The deep black eyes reflected the colorful appearance of flowers.

Lu Qiao moved her lips and said indifferently, "No need."

He stretched out his hand in mid-air, but no one took the bouquet in his hand for a long time. The warm spring breeze blew between the two of them, and the petals trembled, looking pitiful.

The smile in Huo Yan's eyes faded little by little, looking at Lu Qiao's back, his eyes were full of thick ink, so obscure.

……

In a sense, Lu Qiao already has the conditions to become an artist.

For art, there is an extraordinary love.

When the inspiration comes, you can close yourself in your own world regardless, and only do one thing.

That is painting.

She stayed in the room for a total of two days, closed the door, didn't see anyone, and immersed herself in the world of art.

By the time he returned to the human world, it was already late at night the next day.

Everything was silent, the lights in the living room were turned off, and the moonlight came in through the glass, dimly illuminating the furnishings in the living room.

Lu Qiao was dizzy and dizzy with hunger, so he didn't bother to turn on the light. He groped his way to the kitchen in the dark and opened the refrigerator to find bread.

Her cooking skills are hard to describe. In country L, besides ordering takeaways, she also prepared a lot of bread in the refrigerator of the apartment.

As a result, after opening the refrigerator, there were a few fresh-keeping boxes where the bread should have been placed, and there were dumplings inside, as well as some food that could be eaten directly after heating.

Several fresh-keeping boxes are neatly placed, feeling a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, with post-it notes on them.

She peeled off one, and the light from the refrigerator clearly illuminated the writing on the post-it note.

The familiar handwriting is sharp, but the content is strangely considerate.

"The cake can be eaten directly by heating it in the microwave oven. This is the first time I make this kind of thing. It is not too cooked. I didn't add salt to it. I think it has no taste. It can be eaten with side dishes."

Her eyes flickered, and a strand of hair fell down, blocking Lu Qiao's face, making it impossible to tell what expression she had.

He reached out and tore off another post-it note.

"Small dishes don't need to be heated in the microwave, but they have to be put outside before eating, otherwise they will be too cold and cause stomach pain."

Lu Qiao couldn't tell what he was thinking, and couldn't control his hand, so he reached into the refrigerator and tore off a post-it note.

"You can't eat porridge if it exceeds one day. You can watch the time yourself. If it exceeds one day, don't eat it."

Lu Qiao didn't know when Huo Yan left, and when he made these foods. The refrigerator was full of fresh-keeping boxes with sticky notes.

It's not a big post-it note, but it's full of content, thoughtful and meticulous. It's not like the vigorous and decisive Mr. Huo in the mall.

There was a sudden thunder outside the window, Lu Qiao was startled, and subconsciously turned her head to look out the window, it was raining outside.

It was raining heavily, and the raindrops were beating on the window quickly and violently, one after another, which made people panic.

Lu Qiao took a box of fried potato cakes, heated them in the microwave, and ate them with side dishes.

The fried potato cakes are stored in the refrigerator. They are definitely not as delicious as freshly fried ones, but they taste really good, very fragrant, and they are especially delicious when served with refreshing side dishes.

Lu Qiao ate a piece and was full.

Turning on the TV, she rubbed her stomach and sat in the living room looking for a TV series to watch.

I didn't see anything that suits my heart, so I chose one at random. After listening to the lively voice, my eyes turned to the coffee table.

The vase on the coffee table has never been seen in the apartment before. It should be newly bought by Huo Yan, and it contains the flowers bought by that little girl that day.

There is water in the vase, and the flowers are grown in it. It is still the same as when it was just picked, and it looks delicate and beautiful.

The pale pink petals are gently swaying in the air, the color is like a girl shy, the blush on the cheek is very beautiful.

Lu Qiao reached out and fiddled with its petals twice, it was very soft to the touch.

She looked at the bouquet of flowers, stepped on the sofa with her heels, bent down and hugged her calves, and rested her chin gently on her knees, suddenly feeling a little cold.

This rain, it's a little cold.

This apartment, as Huo Yan said, does have a little bit of emptiness.

This kind of environment not only makes people feel a little insecure, but also makes her feel a little lonely.

Lu Qiao rested his chin on his knees, and stared blankly at the TV. There were figures coming and going inside, and it looked so lively, but Lu Qiao couldn't see anything.

……

In the early morning, the heavy rain did not know when it stopped, but the air after the rain was fresh and the weather was exceptionally sunny.

Lu Qiao finally fell asleep on the sofa last night. Fortunately, it is now spring and the weather has warmed up. Sleeping on the sofa in the living room will not catch cold.

She was woken up by the phone ringing.

In the first two days, I was immersed in my own world and didn't pay attention to my mobile phone.

It was only charged and turned on last night, but she didn't look carefully, and only now found that Ms. Lin Jia had called her a few times.

She picked it up quickly.

"Sorry teacher, I forgot to have class yesterday and didn't go... I'm really sorry..."

"It's okay, your husband has already asked for leave for you. Inspiration is indeed fleeting. I appreciate your attitude of concentrating on creating."

Ms. Lin Jia made no secret of her admiration for her, but she did not mean to blame her.

The gentle tone made Lu Qiao breathe a sigh of relief.

But he reacted immediately and was stunned, "My husband?"

Who?
Huo Yan?
"Yeah, you kid is really hiding it. If your husband didn't call yesterday, I wouldn't even know you were married..."

Lu Qiao didn't know how to answer these words, so he could only smile and pass them vaguely.

Fortunately, Ms. Lin Jia is not a gossip, so she didn't talk to her about this topic, but instead asked her about her painting.

"How about the painting you drew? Didn't you say you didn't have a clue a few days ago? Why did you suddenly have a burst of inspiration these two days?"

Lu Qiao smiled shyly, "I went to an art gallery two days ago and saw a lot of works that can be called treasures, and I suddenly broke through the bottleneck."

"Yes, it will be very beneficial for you to read more of those master-level works and get a deeper understanding."

"Well, thank you teacher for your guidance."

She made an appointment with Ms. Lin Jia again for class time before she hung up the phone.

The smile on his face disappeared instantly, and his expression became very dignified.

How much does Huo Yan know about her?

Why can't even the slightest change in her escape his eyes?
Lu Qiao couldn't help wondering if Huo Yan had sent someone to keep an eye on her.

But for no reason, Lu Qiao remembered Huo Yan's refrigerator, which was full of prepared meals.

If Huo Yan was as thoughtful as she thought, then he had at least made a right move, and it was very likely to be a lore.

Humans are simple yet complex creatures.

There are different reactions to malice, or patience, or resistance, or indifference.

But there is often only one response to kindness, which is softness.

For the person who gives kindness, he will involuntarily soften his heart.

Lu Qiao thought his heart was as hard as iron, and every time he opened the refrigerator, he would involuntarily think of Huo Yan. In fact, he either softened his heart, or just remembered him inexplicably.