My 1991

Return to the teachers' apartment.

Huang Ting looked up at the second floor, reached out and took his arm and said, "Go to the studio first and let me see your new paintings. We will sleep on the first floor tonight."

Luan said hello.

After being in love with him for a year, Huang Ting saw his paintings for the second time. The first time he watched it with his mother was when his identity as a painter was revealed.

Different from the last abstraction, this time Huang Ting stood in front of the easel and said a few words in a row: "This white piece is so beautiful, so beautiful!"

The most vulgar sigh, but it expresses the highest artistic conception in oil painting. Lu An is very satisfied that a layman can speak like this. Next, I gave her a good introduction to the creation and conception of the story.

Huang Ting's eyes were filled with stars when she heard this, and she was secretly happy, feeling that she had really made a lot of money, seeing that the man she caught in her eye was so capable.

After observing it for a while, Huang Ting asked: "What is the name of this painting?"

Luan said, "We haven't chosen a name yet."

Then he added: "But I do have a few alternative names. Can you help me take a look, which one is better?"

Huang Ting asked: "Which ones are there?"

Lu An said: "Tao, a piece of white, the whiteness of a saint. Of these three, which one do you think is better?"

After thinking carefully about the three names for a while, Huang Ting said: "Of these three names, 'Sage's White' is the best, but I don't think any of them are appropriate."

Didn’t you just say that the origin of this painting comes from a delusional state of mind? It is better to call it "state of mind". A piece of white reflects the ethereal state of mind, and it can be derived from thousands of changes on this basis. "

Lu An's eyes lit up, and the more he thought about it, the brighter he got. Then he picked her up and said, "Okay! According to my wife, it's called "State of Mind."

It was the first time that someone with a height of 168cm was lifted up. Huang Ting happily leaned over and kissed his forehead.

The kiss was incredible, and the two kissed inseparably in front of the painting until Luan lost the strength to lift her.

When Huang Ting landed, she put her hands around his neck and said, "I like this feeling so much."

Lu An put his arms around her waist, "Do you like me kissing you? Or do you like me lifting you?"

Huang Ting smiled happily: "I like them all."

Lu An blinked and responded: "There is a fulcrum missing. Just put it in the right position and let's try it."

Huang Ting couldn't listen anymore, so she hurriedly left his arms and asked, "Do you have a camera at home?"

Lu An shook his head: "I don't have one at home. My one was taken away by Sister Yu when I was taking pictures in Yangcheng."

In fact, there is another one at home, but that one is used by Ye Run on weekdays. He doesn't want to touch his wife's things. Although he bought it, subconsciously it belonged to Ye Run.

After hearing this, Huang Ting said: "Then I'll go to the first floor to get it. You wait for me."

It was getting late, it was dark outside, and there were no people on campus during the summer vacation. Lu An was a little worried and followed.

Huang Ting found the Nikon camera from the drawer of the wedding room, the one given by Lu An. After returning to the second floor, she handed the camera over:

"Take a picture of me with this painting."

"Sure, I'll make sure to take a beautiful photo of you."

Needless to say, Lu An's photography skills are much better than those of ordinary small town photo studio photographers.

After taking the photo, the two watched TV on the second floor for a while. When the time hand pointed to 11 o'clock, they returned to the bedroom on the first floor hand in hand.

As soon as she entered the door, Lu An hugged her from behind and buried his head in her neck.

Huang Ting intertwined her hands with him, closed her eyes and raised her neck, immersing herself in the mystery he brought.

Not long after, Huang Ting turned around and looked at him affectionately face to face for a short while. They couldn't help but get intimate with each other. The atmosphere was quite warm and sweet.

After lying down on the bed, Lu An suddenly stopped moving.

Huang Ting, who was ready, opened her eyes and asked with blurred eyes: "What's wrong?"

Lu An took a deep breath and said, "I only did that this afternoon. I'm afraid that your body and bones will not be able to bear it and will rot easily."

Huang Ting suddenly became clearer. She wrapped her arms around him and said movedly: "Husband, thank you."

Lu An lay next to her, "I'm not sleepy yet, let's talk."

Huang Ting rested her head on his shoulder and hummed softly.

There were several times during which Lu An couldn't help but huddle under the quilt and studied how to process flour?

Huang Ting put her hand on the back of his head, feeling his deep love while recalling every moment of the two of them since they met. She felt happy but also a little grateful and scared at the same time.

The reasons for happiness and fear are the same: luckily I caught him early, otherwise such a good man would have been snatched away.

The way Chen Mai looked in front of the drugstore today made Huang Ting feel like a mirror, she still didn't give up on her man.

Thinking of Chen Mai, Huang Ting's thoughts couldn't help but extend: What is this little pepper doing? Will you hide under the covers and be sad?

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The building behind.

Chen Mai was still awake at this time and was reading in the study, looking down at a window in the middle of the first floor in front of him from time to time.

The window had not been turned off and was still on, but it was blocked by the curtains and could not see clearly inside.

Out of respect for her opponent, she had long understood Huang Ting's every move at Nanda. She also knew that there was a bedroom behind this window. Who was the owner of the bedroom?

In fact, Chen Mai accidentally noticed it when the lights in Lu An's studio on the far left on the second floor came on.

Later, she simply focused on two things, reading a book while quietly paying attention to the front.

It wasn't until the second-floor windows in front went out and the first-floor windows lit up that she temporarily turned her attention away from the book and stared outside for a while.

But she didn't waste too long, and then she closed all the curtains, memorized the book again as planned, and started writing the questions.

this night. Lu An silently looked at the sleeping woman beside him, feeling a trace of regret in his heart:

Let you be a fucking gentleman, okay! Being next to such a beautiful woman must be completely uncomfortable now!

If this continues, there will be a hole in the earth!

Then he comforted himself and took a longer view. This is a business for future generations of Fuze, and the benefits will last for a long time.

Besides, if your own woman doesn’t hurt herself, who else will she hurt?

This night, Chen Mai stayed up all night, memorized books and did questions all night. It wasn't until Chen Chuling called her to have breakfast the next morning that she left the study.

Putting a bowl of soup in front of her cousin, Chen Chuling asked, "I went to your bedroom to call you just now. You were not here and the quilt was cold. Maizi, you didn't sleep all night, right?"

Chen Mai lowered his head to drink the soup: "I woke up around five o'clock and couldn't fall asleep later."

Chen Chuling thought of something and reminded her, "Then Lu An came to school and is alone now."

Chen Mai didn't even raise his head: "I saw Huang Ting yesterday."

After hearing this, Chen Chuling observed her carefully for a long time, but her cousin's face was the same as before: calm and calm, without any fluctuation.

It seems that nothing in this world can disturb the mentality of wheat.

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