Drifting Towards You

Lu Xiao stayed at home for a few days, and they were in harmony in a small room.

It just didn't take long before the troops got off the task again.

Lu Xiao hugged Gu Qingyao from behind and asked, "Do you want me if I am gone?"

"No, you will be clean if you leave." Gu Qingyao was folding the clothes she had just put away.

"A woman with a hard mouth usually doesn't have good fruit." Lu Xiao let go of her, turned and walked to the sofa, and said with Erlang's legs tilted.

His gaze fell on Gu Qingyao's back. The woman was wearing a nightdress, which was obviously not a **** style, but it just wore a **** feeling on her.

"By the way, are you leaving tomorrow? When will you come back?" Gu Qingyao turned around and asked him as if thinking of something.

"I don't know now, it depends on when the mission ends, maybe ten and a half days." Lu Xiao said.

"I'm going to sketch from life in the mountainous area next week. I guess it will take about a week to come back." Gu Qingyao said.

Lu Xiao watched her silently, and suddenly felt that it would be nice to have a woman in the family.

A week later, Gu Qingyao took tools and luggage and went to a mountainous area around Haicheng with teachers from several schools.

The sketching place is deep in the mountainous area, where the mountains are clear and the water is beautiful. Although the road is not easy to walk, the air is exceptionally fresh, and the gurgling water is accompanied by the sound of insects, which only makes people feel like they have been prevented from loosening.

Several people were like backpackers, carrying large travel bags, and walked deeper under the leadership of the locals.

Because it is in the mountains, the conditions are not very good.

Fortunately, there are many people here, so it is not very desolate.

After walking for more than half an hour, Gu Qingyao, a female teacher and two male teachers in the same group walked to the only old small hotel in the mountains.

The hotel's plaque was old and yellowed, and there were only seven or eight rooms in total.

Fortunately, there are not many people in the mountains. Most tourists find it difficult to walk here, and they are not likely to come here, so the four of them have rooms.

The light in the room was very dim, and some ancient primitive light bulbs were creaking on the roof.

Occasionally the wind blows, the falling bulb will shake.

The sheets and bedding looked clean, but they were inevitably damp.

Gu Qingyao opened the window to dissipate the humidity in the room, sat by the window and looked at the scenery outside the mountain. With both hands compared to a photo frame, she tried to frame the scene.

The group rested for a day, and set off together early the next morning, taking advantage of the daybreak.

They each found a good position and sat for a long time until night fell.

Gu Qingyao held the drawing board and looked at the night sky in the mountains, always feeling that this kind of place was like a paradise isolated from the world, and the stars were shining.

The next day, they continued with the paintings they did not finish yesterday.

Gu Qingyao painted a mountain, which was basically completed in two days, and his shoulders were too tired.

On the third day, she did not go to the mountains and forests, but was on the small road in front of the hotel, watching the busy people coming and going, holding firewood, preparing breakfast, listening to the **** crow, watching the smoke , Feel the fireworks of ordinary people in the mountains.

She drew a pair of old people. The old people were very old, rickety, and there were not many teeth left.

The two of them still got up early, the old woman fed chickens and washed rice, and the old man hugged wood to make fire.

There is not much exchange of words, but it is as if they have been polished for many years.