She messed with me first

·until old.

Regarding the wedding dress, before the live broadcast was over, the fashion circle swiped the screen. From the design style combining ancient rhyme and modernity, to the production technique that complements tailoring and craftsmanship, it was used by many experts to analyze and praise, and even more so at the time. I managed to get in touch with Zhou Mai, hoping to use Meng Qingrang's hand to design a similar wedding dress for myself.

Among them are many popular celebrities and wealthy ladies. With any upper body, Meng Qingrang and Nature can become popular once, which is beneficial to the development of Nature.

But Zhou Mai has been with Meng Qingrang for so many years, and she knows her temperament well - she doesn't take advantage of anyone, doesn't take advantage of anyone, all glory depends on her ability, and moreover, she never shares with others when dealing with cherished things , not to mention that it took two years and several visits to visit the non-heritage inheritors to complete such a wedding dress that belongs exclusively to Qi Xi.

Zhou Mai is too aware of the friendship here, and has heard Meng Qingrang say, "Zhou Mai, I'm not good at designing wedding dresses, but I want to give her the best things in the world when she comes back. she."

So there is such a masterpiece of "once in a lifetime, only for one person". "One" not only means that this wedding will not be reproduced, but also Meng Qingrang's promise that he will never touch this type of fashion again.

Zhou Mai could only "reluctantly" perfunctory, and promised to report to Meng Qingrang as soon as possible, but in fact there would be no results at all.

At the end, the special car took everyone to the hotel for dinner.

Like ordinary couples, Qi Xi and Meng Qingrang toasted at the table to ask for blessings.

Because Meng Qingrang couldn't drink, all the people who came were afraid that the excitement would not be big enough, so a group of people caught Qi Xi and poured real wine.

Qi Xi was in a good mood and would not refuse anyone who came, and in the end leaned against Meng Qingrang drowsily, unable to stand still.

Seeing that it was past twelve o'clock, the trouble was finally over.

Qi Xi ran to vomit, then came back and rubbed against Qi Yongzhi to beg him for protection.

Meng Qingrang stood behind Qi Xi's chair, holding her side face leaning against the back of the chair with one hand.

It was so hot that it roasted her palms.

"Father, I'll take Xixi home first, Xiaoqi hasn't drunk, he will send you and your uncle's family to live later." Meng Qingrang said while looking down at Qi Yongzhi.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was immediately rejected by his uncle who felt omnipotent when he drank, "Oh, just take care of Xixi today, how can we get lost?"

"Uncle..." Meng Qingrang had just finished explaining when she saw Qi Yongzhi give her a look, signaling her not to speak.

Meng Qingrang had no choice but to take back the words, and heard Qi Yongzhi say to his uncle: "This is the child's wish, so let's not refuse."

The uncle was persistent, "It's my uncle's heart not to cause trouble for our girl, hiccup! My heart!"

My aunt rolled her eyes speechlessly, turned her head to face Meng Qingrang, and said lovingly: "Rang Rang, don't worry about it, take Xixi back quickly, today is a good day for you, don't delay. "

Meng Qingrang smiled and nodded, "Thank you, aunt."

My aunt waved her hand, her eyes were full of pity, "Go, everything will be fine after today."

Meng Qingrang, "Yes."

Meng Qingrang leaned over, turned his hands behind his back, pressed Qi Xi's hot cheeks with his cold fingers, and called her softly, "Xi Xi?"

Qi Xi moved a bit, without opening her eyes, grabbed Meng Qingrang's fingers, and rubbed her face into her palm.

The totally dependent and charming appearance made everyone at the table overjoyed.

Hearing the laughter, Zhou Qi rushed over to watch the excitement, but was blocked by Meng Qingrang sideways, and said mercilessly, "Go and drive."

Zhou Qi pouted, "Oh!"

Meng Qingrang called Qi Xi a few more times, and when she came back to her senses, he helped her up, let her lean on him, and slowly moved to the garage.

All the way in silence.

At home, lying on the bed, Qi Xi was already a little better, staring at the ceiling for a long time, unresponsively pulled his gaze back to Meng Qingrang who was bowing down.

She is undressing her clothes.

Slowly pull out the slipknot on the soft waistband, and peel off layer by layer.

It's just loose like this, without taking off.

Putting one hand on Qi Xi's side to stabilize his body, SHOUZHI came up from her YAOCEFU, DOUNONG's body was already attracted by layers of veils to quietly ZHAOFANGDEJIAOYAN, and asked softly: "Cold?"

Qi Xi's thinking was stagnant, but his body tainted by alcohol was abnormally Mingan. When Meng Qingrang's fingers flicked, and then pressed back from light to heavy, his brows were tightly frowned, his hands grabbed the clothes scattered by his side, HONGCHUN Slightly opened, a voice of YUJUHUANYINGDEJIAORUAN floated out, "Cool."

The air is not cold and the fingers are cold.

Hearing Qi Xi's answer, Meng Qingrang hooked his fingers back reflexively, wanting to leave, but stopped for a few seconds when he saw her writhing body due to his movements and the increasingly tingli beauty in front of her, and then tried Stretch out SHOUZHI, slowly and gently FU up, gently WOZHU.

The delicate and soft voice in Qi Xi's throat suddenly became long and melodious, with a trembling ending, and the eyes were moist and divergent.

The overly real reaction touched Meng Qingrang's completely indulgent nerves, and she gradually gained strength, Wuzhi opened and closed forcefully but disorderly, which made Qi Xi unable to hold back, turned over and lay down to prevent her from moving, and instead was overwhelmed by it. Tighter, more intimate, but, not as good in the hand.

Meng Qingrang stopped still, leaned down, and with his free hand pushed aside the hair on the side of Qi Xi's face and tucked it behind her ears, calling her, "Xi Xi?"

Qi Xi closed her eyes and responded.

Meng Qing let his head lick on her red hot lips, tenderly, "Are you sober?"

Qi Xi still had only a muffled sound, "En."

Meng Qingrang looked up at her tightly closed eyes and somewhat patient expression, lifted her pressed hand up, slid up along her bone-clear body, held her slender shoulders and pressed her into his arms, The other hand brushed away the layers of red gauze after a short hesitation, found the prosperity hidden deep in the dense forest, and searched for RUKOU.

Sleepless all night, the old wine is gradually waking up.

The two of them were a little crazy that night. From CHUANGSHANG to YUSHI, they sat on the washstand with bright mirrors behind them. The space was closed, and the lingering sound filled the ears. HONGCHAO came up wave after wave, gradually pushing midnight To Tianming.

Qi Xi was so tired that she had no strength at all, she tried her best to lift her soft eyelids, looked at the entangled red and white wedding dress that fell on the ground, and murmured: "I seem to have seen it somewhere."

Meng Qingrang huddled in Qi Xi's arms, just a little sleepy, Wen Sheng forced her head up, squeezed her throat, and asked, "What have you seen?"

Qi Xi, "The wedding dress you gave me."

Seems like I've seen it somewhere.

I was too nervous yesterday, and I didn't have any extra thoughts to think about it, but the more I look at it now, the more familiar it looks.

Meng Qingrang laughed and said, "I still remember it."

Qi Xi heard her voice-over, instantly lost sleepiness, "I really saw it?!"

Meng Qingrang didn't answer, turned over in Qi Xi's arms, stretched out his limp arms from under the quilt, opened the drawer, and took out the sketchbook that had been rummage through.

The second Qi Xi saw was like waking up from a dream, and she was pleasantly surprised: "Yes, this is it!"

Two years ago, on the day of the accident, Meng Qing asked her to read that page of drafts.

Even if it is scribbled, it can't hide the almost identical style.

However, two years ago...

They had such an unpleasant quarrel that day, but what Meng Qing let her see was their future.

Not long after Qi Xi calmed down, his heartbeat started to become active again, instead of the previous physiological intensity, it was now heavy and beating heavily, "When did you draw this?"

Meng Qingrang looked down at the messy lines on the paper, and said in a calm voice, "I woke up too early that morning, and I was very flustered when I knew I was going to have a showdown with you. I wanted to find something to do, and as soon as I took the pen, I drew it naturally."

Qi Xi didn't believe it.

If design is just a natural response, without creativity and experience, wouldn't anyone be able to become a famous master?

But Meng Qingrang's words are so true, it's not like lying to her.

So, can she think that this natural reaction is actually just that Meng Qing let the thoughts go too deep in his heart, so that he can turn a moment of inspiration into a physiological reaction?

It was still the second when I knew that this hard-won dream was about to be broken by myself...

The delicate heartache quickly became turbulent and depressing.

Qi Xi took the sketchbook from Meng Qingrang's hand, touched it with trembling fingertips with difficulty, then left quickly like a fire, and pressed it firmly again within a few seconds.

The texture of the paper rubbed against Qi Xi's fingertips, making it faintly hot.

When pressed to the ground, you can see the blurred color coming through.

Qi Xi paused for a moment, then slid her finger to the edge and turned a page.

Another page after a few seconds.

She kept flipping through to the piece of her own nude that she forced Meng Qing to draw, but she had never seen it before.

Obviously so beautiful and smiling so happily, but Meng Qingrang saw the anger and sadness of the insider from that smile, and even drew it intact, watching, reading, and facing her for the past two years The resentment, calling her name, pretending that she is still there, can enjoy the short high.tide.

high.What about after the tide?

Is there only boundless loneliness and longing left?

Such a huge conflict didn't drive her crazy?

Fortunately not.

Qi Xi gritted his teeth in fear and breathed hurriedly, "Rang Rang, don't read it in the future."

Meng Qingrang's chin rested on his arms, and he lay sleepily beside Qi Xi, and promised her, "Well, I won't watch it." There are flesh and blood people around, so there is no need to look any more.

"Can I still draw?" Meng Qingrang asked, opening his eyes for one second and closing them for three seconds, it was difficult for the naked eye.

Qi Xi closed the sketchbook and put it next to the pillow, leaned over with her head tilted, looked at Meng Qingrang's sleepy expression from a distance of only a palm, and asked her, "When do you want to draw?"

Meng Qingrang couldn't open his eyes anymore, and it took a long time before he replied, "I'm old."

Qi Xi laughed lightly, and Meng Qingrang dragged her voice before the end had finished.

Qi Xi quickly put away her voice and quietly waited for Meng Qingrang to continue speaking.

I waited almost to fall asleep and there was no result.

Qi Xi still thought that Meng Qingrang's sound was just an unconscious reaction, and happily tapped her mouth with his fingers, hugged her back, rubbed her chin against her forehead, and found a comfortable position to start to sleep.

Before falling into a deep sleep, Qi Xi heard Meng Qingrang's voice again, light and soft, as if in a dream, "I may only be able to draw you between the ages of 28 and 30."

That Qi Xi is the Qi Xi that Meng Qingrang knows best.

Because that Qi Xi has been drawn countless times by Meng Qingrang in the past two years, and a small half is behind what Qi Xi didn't turn over just now—all kinds of expressions, all kinds of expressions, no need to look, no need to close eyes, Meng Qing Jean can draw it out exactly, just like drawing that page of line draft, it has been engraved in her mind naturally, and she will be with her for the rest of her life.

Then, even if Qi Xi is getting old, when she picks up the pen, she may still only be able to draw the young and beautiful Qi Xi who is fixed in her mind and makes her life warm.

Meng Qingrang thought fortunately: Fortunately, she is not a painter, otherwise she would have lost the ability to depict reality forever after Qi Xi left.

【Speak】

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