An ugly wife in the time-traveling house

"Husband, I want a box of rouge..."

"No."

The two stood in a stalemate on the long street with flickering lights, causing passers-by to turn their heads.

Shan Yu respects men who like makeup, but he will never allow late autumn to wear makeup.

If there is no reason, it means rejection, or no way.

And Wan Qiu is a real brother, playing the role of Fu Lang. He has never felt that he is a man. Like most "women who please themselves", Wan Qiu also wants to dress up to look better. At least, he doesn't want to look like a In this way, people stared at the birthmark on his face and kept pointing and pointing.

"Oh, look at that brother's face... so scary..."

"It's really ugly..."

"I thought I saw a ghost..."

"This ugly monster actually has a husband..."

The little girl who set up the stall couldn't stand it anymore, pointed at Shan Yu with her hips on her hips and said:

"Are you still a man? Seeing how handsome you are, why don't you even buy a box of rouge for your husband? It really is so strange in ancient times! My old lady has seen smudges, but I have never seen you smack like this. If this leaves us in the modern age, you won't be able to find a wife for a bastard like you!"

Shan Yu raised his eyebrows, the traveler?

As the little girl spoke, she snatched the rouge from Wan Qiu's hand and handed him another box:

"Everyone has a love of beauty, why can't men wear makeup? Come on, my sister will give you a liquid foundation, and when you go back, cover up the birthmark on your forehead, so as to brighten the eyes of the thieves.

By the way, listen to my sister's advice, leave him as soon as possible while you are young, there are many good men out there who are very generous, considerate and considerate, don't you hurry up to kick this cheapskate and keep it for the New Year? "

Shan Yu, who really wants to celebrate the New Year with Late Autumn: "..." I have never lived, girl, do you have a grudge against me?

……

When the window manages the temples, the decals on the mirror are yellow.

What a beautiful and artistic poem, but it rests on a big man in late autumn...

Shan Yu hugged the little bun in his arms and turned sideways, his eyes hurt.

Since Shan Yu bought a bunch of bottles and cans for Wanqiu a few days ago, this person seems to be possessed, sitting in front of the mirror and messing with his face when he has nothing to do, layers of rouge and powder, painting and acting the same.

Not to mention what Shan Yu thinks, Xiao Baozi doesn't even recognize his own father, so he keeps his mouth curled up and refuses to be hugged by Wan Qiu, and when he sees his pale face, he is so scared that he wants to cry.

On this day of Chinese New Year, the morning light is slightly bright.

Shan Yu was hugging the quilt and sleeping soundly, when he suddenly heard the little bun in the room wailing, his voice was sharp and hoarse, crying so heartbreakingly.

He woke up suddenly, lifted the bed curtains and saw a man in red standing in front of the cradle, he hurriedly got out of bed and walked over: "Lianzhou! What are you doing? Get the child... late autumn?"

Shan Yu clasped Wan Qiu's shoulders, sized him up from head to toe, and his pupils began to tremble uncontrollably: "You! Why are you dressed like this?"

And this deliberate imitation of makeup...

Her face was so pale that she fell pink, her lips were so red that she looked like she drank blood, and between the raised eyebrows and the lower eyebrows was touched with cinnabar. It's really... It's embarrassing to watch.

Shan Yu's brows were all wrinkled, and Wan Qiu was still blushing in embarrassment: "Husband, do you think I look so good-looking?"

"It's okay..." Shan Yu didn't want to hurt Wan Qiu, so she tried to be tactful: "Your makeup is getting better and better, but you still need to practice, and why do you dress so brightly? Do you want to change it?" Try something else?"

"For Chinese New Year, I want to dress festively." Wanqiu was completely immersed in the self-affirmation that after carefully dressing up, he would definitely look good. He handed the frightened and crying little bun in his arms to Shanyu: " Husband, you look after the child first, I'll go to pay New Year's greetings to the dumb grandpa."

After he finished speaking, he left excitedly. Shan Yu yelled but didn't stop, and said helplessly to himself: "You must not touch Lian Zhou."

Later, late autumn came back crying, not to mention dirty clothes, and serious scratches on the palms.

Shan Yu didn't even need to ask, he guessed that he was being ridiculed and bullied by Lian Zhou, and persuaded him: "Take off this clothes, it doesn't suit you."

Many people think that wearing red is vulgar. In fact, red is too picky. People like Late Autumn have ordinary looks and temperament, and they can't be controlled.

"What does Husband mean?" Wan Qiu choked with tears, looked at Shan Yu with hurt eyes and asked, "Do you think...do you think I'm not worthy of wearing red? Only Lian Zhou can do it! Can I wear it?"

"Anyone can wear it, but whether it looks good or not is another matter."

"So I'm ugly?"

Shan Yu doesn't like to lie, and he can't say too hurtful words, so he said tactfully, "You really don't suit this color."

Wan Qiu's face was full of tears, he bit his lips and sobbed, and looked at Shan Yu with a little bit of resentment in his eyes: "Then husband thinks, only the lotus boat is suitable? Do you think only him looks good in red?"

Shan Yu felt that Wan Qiu was a little out of his depth, and frowned to retort, but his hair was pulled.

Little Baozi seemed to feel the disharmony in the atmosphere. He nestled in Shan Yu's arms, patted Shan Yu's chest with his small hands, and stuffed Shan Yu's hair into his mouth to eat. Watery.

"Let's talk when you calm down." Shan Yu got up holding the little bun, and coaxed the sobbing little thing to go back to sleep. When he came back, seeing Wan Qiu was still crying, he sighed softly and said, "Okay , don’t cry, and have a better New Year’s Eve.”

Shan Yu dragged Wan Qiu to take a hot bath in the bathtub, washed off the makeup on his face with water, and treated the scratches on his hands.

The medicinal fragrance of Zelan and the hot water of Hanyu made Wan Qiu relax a lot. He leaned against the wall of the pool and hung his head, feeling that the gentle mountain rain was just like the steaming water vapor, which couldn't stay.

I don't have any capital to keep such people.

"Why are you crying again?" Shan Yu blew late autumn's skinny palm: "It hurts?"

Wan Qiu didn't speak, but shook her head with tears in her eyes.

"Actually, your skin is among men..." Shan Yu just opened his mouth, and Wan Qiu sobbed violently: "Woo~"

"Actually, your skin is already fair among the buddies. There is no need to put on powder. It looks really fake, especially since you don't know how to paint..."

Shan Yu pinched Wan Qiu's chin to make him look up, and looked around his white and smooth face, finding it more pleasing to the eye, "Your facial features are actually not ugly, but the birthmark on the forehead is a bit conspicuous..."

Wan Qiu felt inferior, and instinctively turned her head to hide, but Shan Yu suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

Just kiss on the birthmark.

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In order to make Wan Qiu happy, Shan Yu cut him a "partial bang" that can cover the birthmark, and then picked up Shi Dai on the table to draw Wan Qiu's eyebrows.

——Pose holding a brush.

This is Shan Yu's biggest concession to late autumn makeup, don't even think about other rouge and gouache.