Volume 584 Spanish-Bredded Cows~ Added More Rewards for Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha and Traces

Speaking of this, Cong Nianwei even smiled slightly, as if thinking of something, sweetness appeared on her face: "Actually, I have known Qin Guan has such a physique for a long time."

"At that time we hadn't gotten to know each other well. He just entered school and sat in the corner of the playground, pretending to be reading Tolstoy's poetry collection, surrounded by little girls admiringly watching, but I saw a gray mouse, very disgusted. Running out of the concrete hole under his seat."

"So, I've actually been paying attention to him for a long time, but he's a fool and doesn't know it at all."

Hearing Cong Nianwei suddenly tell a story about the past that no one knew about, Hilton beside him suddenly lost the spirit of being able to win love with a knife at the beginning.

She rubbed her lips in a somewhat complicated manner, and took a peek at Cong Nianwei's expression beside her: "You fell in love with Qin Guan at school like I do now? How old were you at that time? It was when we first met."

Cong Nianwei shook his head, and the smile on his face got wider: "I pay attention to him, but I don't like him or I'm curious. I want to see if all species are very resistant to Qin Guan."

"He may not even realize that when other girls are watching his crush and he is pretending, he has startled so many sparrows and cats and dogs on the side of the road."

"I watch Qin Guan every day as a daily comedy, which adds a lot of fun to my boring high school life."

"Of course, he himself has more fun, and people will always be happy with him."

Cong Nianwei glanced at Hilton beside him who said nothing, lowered his head and drew circles with the tips of his high heels: "We met each other when we were 15 years old, and it has been 8 years since we met."

"So, I'll let you see more. It's completely different to like someone and fall in love with someone, and what women often don't know the most is the difference between the two."

What should I do if what my rival in love says makes sense?

Hilton on the side looked at Cong Nianwei who had returned to his original state with complicated thoughts. At this time, he was smiling and waving with Qin Guan who had already arrived at his destination.

Tasha Duduo, who was sitting by the fence outside her house, smiled when she saw Lin Lun's gesture.

Her old friend still likes to tease people like this, she shook her head slightly, put the latest illustration draft at hand, and then spread a clean white paper on her lap.

"Mr. Lin Lun, I'm here, how do you want to compose the picture? Or should I play freely?"

Qin Guan waved to the gathering group under the banyan tree opposite, the scenery here is even more beautiful and intoxicating, the endless flat countryside, after passing through these lush bouquets, it was displayed in front of Qin Guan's eyes.

Lin Lun on the opposite side suddenly showed his eight teeth in a smile. He pointed to the hut with a fence next to Qin Guan, and motioned: "Qin Guan, at the door of that wooden hut with a red roof and white walls, yes, it's right there. There, you lean on the fence and look sideways!"

Qin Guan, who was particularly serious during working hours, followed Lin Lun's instructions very cooperatively and came to the corresponding position, but when he just stood up, he heard a 'moo' sound next to his ear.

When Qin Guan, who had a dark face, looked in the direction of Lin Lun and Tasha Duduo, the two elderly people over there were about to collapse into the flowers with laughter.

A beautiful calf girl with black and white flowers all over her body, with her big ignorant eyes, walked out of the half-opened fence door wetly.

As the favorite flower cow of a semi-free-range farmer, it is very curious about the bustle and bustle of a day in a farm where strangers rarely appear.

But after it saw a stranger standing outside its own territory, a feeling of contempt emerged from the heart, so Miss Niu resolutely stepped out of her fence in order to protect her nest.

The bell on the 'Moo' calf's neck jingled along with the movement of its four hooves, and the warm summer wind blew its shiny hair slightly floating.

In front of it was a young man with long legs, happily playing a game of chasing and running with it in a field full of cabbages.

What a dreamy pastoral scenery, with lush green and gorgeous red.

The drawing hand is flying on the paper, and the shutter is opened and closed with the most beautiful click sound in the world. The two artists have already settled in their own unique creative atmosphere, and no one cares about the infinite inspiration for them. model now.

A dead fellow Daoist never dies, Qin Guan, for the cause of art in New York, please run harder.

Qin Guan in the picture does not dare to stop at this moment. Does the cow behind him have the tradition of Spanish bullfighting?

At this moment, he only thought about one thing, where did he wear red clothes?

If the color of the underwear is discarded, what Qin Guan is wearing today is as refreshing as dried noodles.

As the sun slanted slightly, Tasha Duduo stopped the last paintbrush in her hand, and Lin Lun in the field had already filled his pipe with the second pot of shredded tobacco leisurely.

Cong Nianwei on the side had already quietly sorted out these first manuscripts, while Qin Guan, who was exhausted on the field row, had already given up struggling on his own accord.

He lay down on the head of the field in a big-character posture, resigned to his fate, watching the little flower cow on top of his head gradually move its big face closer.

'moo'

A big pink tongue just licked Qin Guan's face, making half of his face wet. In view of the pleasure you play with me, I admit that you are a guest of my farm! This is your reward.

As night fell, candles were lit in Tasha Duduo's room. There was no electricity here, and the stove was lit with pine cone wood. The drinking water in the manor was drawn from the mountain stream, which is not modern at all. Pure natural life.

The milk in the cup is a gift from the heifer, the vegetables stewed in the big iron pot are the harvest from the field, and the wild flowers that Cong Nianwei found in the vase do not know where, and everything is so back to nature.

Of course, if you discard the wooden plank bed that is very back to basics, it will creak when you turn over, and the handmade woolen blanket is a bit sticky if you lay it under your body. Living in isolation here, Still very nice and laid back.

It was not too early to be dark, but for a farm without electricity, the only thing left to do was lie quietly in bed and wait for the god of sleep to come. (To be continued.)