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As soon as Guan Lingyu's words came out, not only Wu Dahu and song QingHan, as the parties concerned, changed their faces, but also Hualian, who was watching, frowned and looked at Guan Lingyu with a reproachful look.
Wu Dahu's face sank, and he refused directly: "I have a husband. I can't marry anyone else."
"Is it? Even if you don't want your own life? "
Guan Lingyu slowly and leisurely tunnel, take advantage of the situation to seize Wu Dahu's clothes.
Wu Dahu was so disgusted that he shook off his hand and said in a deep voice, "please respect yourself! Cough...
his throat broke out a series of violent coughs, and his body became stiff.
As soon as Guan Lingyu's eyes brightened, he said with a light smile: "it seems that you still have a mind for me, but are you worried about your son? Don't worry. I'll take him as his own. If you don't worry, I can not have children in the future
The more he said that, the more severe Wu Dahu coughed, and his body was tottering as if he would fall in the next moment.
Song QingHan couldn't see it anymore. He rushed out of the shadow and grabbed Wu Dahu's hand before Guan Lingyu. He said coldly, "don't bother this young master. There are one or two ice mountain snow lotus. Since you don't want to give up, we'll find another way to say goodbye."
With that, he winked at Hualian and helped Wu Dahu to the carriage.
When Guan Lingyu saw the appearance of song QingHan, his eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn't stop them. He stood there with his arms in his arms and said slowly: "as long as Wu Dahu stays here tonight, I can use this iceberg snow lotus to make Wu Dahu. Wu Dahu frowned and looked at Guan Lingyu's shy manner. He would rather he was as angry as that day, It's kind of human.
Song QingHan's mouth twitched. Guan Lingyu thought he was the protagonist in the storybook. For the sake of the so-called "love", he threw aside all the secular ethics and moved himself with self righteousness.
He said coldly: "have you ever thought that what you are doing now is to separate a pair of people who love each other? Besides, even if tiger marries you, do you think you can get him
Guan Lingyu glanced at him contemptuously and said, "what do you have that is worth your love? Face? It can still be seen now. What about five years later? What about ten years later? Medicine? How can you not even recognize heartless grass? In this way, in order to convince you that you will lose, you can choose the music, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs. As long as you can beat me, I will allow you to stay with Mr. Wu."
Seeing that his tone was so arrogant, song QingHan was really inspired to be competitive. He said with a smile, "no matter whether you allow it or not, the people around Wu Dahu are all me, but today I really want to let you know what" don't say too much."
Two people look at each other four eyes, as if there is an invisible spark in the air, see Wu Dahu some headache.
When Guan Lingyu began to play the zither, song QingHan whistled freely and echoed Guan Lingyu's rhythm, which made a piece of classical and modern beauty at the same time.
At the end of the song, Guan Lingyu sneered and said, "I don't know when this mouth is a Qin!"
Song QingHan said without changing his face: "the word Qin originally refers not only to instruments with strings, but also to all the beautiful music. If you refuse to accept it, we will continue with the next item."
As soon as he said this, he was stunned to put all the responsibility on Guan Lingyu and showed his magnanimity. Hearing Guan Lingyu's face turned red, he looked at him viciously, as if he wanted to swallow him into his stomach.
After the chessboard was ready, song QingHan took the lead in picking up the pieces and said with a smile, "I can't go, but I can play Gobang. I'll tell you the rules. If you can accept it, do as I say. If you can't accept it, I'll admit defeat."
Without waiting for Guan Lingyu to answer, he started to explain the rules of Gobang with one hand holding black and the other holding white.
If Guan Lingyu said that he could not accept the rules, he would be regarded as a fool. Therefore, he had to say: "OK! Then do as you say
Song QingHan chuckles and raises his eyelids. Seeing that Guan Lingyu has been completely led by himself, he sighs in his heart and worries about his IQ.
When two people's rice paper put together, Guan Lingyu couldn't help frowning.
Although song QingHan's characters have no texture of brush writing, it can be seen that the strokes are powerful and have a sense of flowing water.
He couldn't help asking, "what kind of font are you in?"
Song Yu's hairpin was praised by Xiaoling! Ah, me? I had... Hospital fonts."
"Hospital?" Guan Lingyu frowned and repeated with a thoughtful look on his face. However, no matter how he searched in his memory, he could not find any information about the hospital. Finally, he only reluctantly said, "come again!"
Song QingHan tried to suppress his smile, nodded solemnly and then said, "come again!"
Painting is song QingHan's biggest weakness, none of them. Looking at Guan Lingyu, who has already started to write, he pondered for a long time and had an idea. He ran into the kitchen and began to mix colors with various vegetables. Guan Lingyu was very serious when he drew, so he didn't realize that song QingHan was no longer there, and his paper was empty.
He frowned and was about to ask his servant when song QingHan came in with a sweat on his head and a colorful paint on his hand.
Guan Lingyu sneered and slowly melted the pigment he wanted to use.
This traditional Chinese painting pays attention to purity. If the color is too much, it will only make a joke.
When he saw song QingHan directly throwing a paintbrush onto the rice paper, he screamed and said, "what are you doing?"
Song QingHan looked at Guan Lingyu, who was accidentally thrown paint on his face. He blinked innocently and coughed softly: "I'm painting... By the way, this is carrot juice. You can drink it. Don't worry."
With that, he took a look at the incense which was about to burn out, and said in a hurry, "I'll draw first, and then I'll explain to you later."
Guan Lingyu took the clean handkerchief from his servant's hand. After wiping off the paint on his face, Guan Lingyu was angry and ashamed. He raised his pen and focused all his attention on his painting and slowly filled in the color.
He won't believe it! I can't win a country boy today!
As soon as the time came, they both stopped writing at the same time. Song QingHan looked at his abstract painting without even thinking about it. He said, "the name of this painting is the world in the eyes of children."
Guan Lingyu was stunned. Looking at his colorful painting, his face sank.
What a world in the eyes of a child! They are not children. How can they know what the world looks like in their eyes?
What's more, all things in this world have colors. If the world in the eyes of children is colorful, there is no mistake.
He reached out and tore up his painting and said, "go on."
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