MTL - Those Sweet Times-Chapter 64 Pit son, musical

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The more profitable and eager to look back at the legendary warmth, the first is curiosity, and the second is also a little inquiring mind. After all, it is a girl who likes the first banquet, and why should she observe it when she is a mother. After she came back, she chatted with the warmth for a while, feeling that this little girl was innocent and lovely, and talked. The more Ying Ying is sighing at his son's good eyes, talking to the warm talk and talking about her favorite painter to the British, the result is warm to say "that is my father."

The more profitable, the more it will not be calm.

The gentle and amiable pretty aunt suddenly raised her voice and shook the little heart to the warmth. For a moment she even wondered if Dad had any enmity outside... but then she found that she had just ignored one. It is very important fact that the father of Lin Chuyan has tried hard to ask her dad for a painting for his wife.

So, shouldn’t it be enemies, but idolatry?

I entered myself into the warmth, if her two favorite values ​​in the Canyon of the Kings - Zhuge Liang and Yan together walked up to her, she must have screamed.

The more profitable she was embarrassed for her loss of control, she held the other hand tightly with one hand, gently squatting unconsciously, and smiled warmly. "Hold, sorry, I am a little excited." Finished In this case, look at the son who is coming, and have some complaints.

Lin’s first feast was hit by his parents, and he was reluctant to ask for more warmth. As for the warm family, he naturally did not have time to say. He came over and sat on the sofa and said, "I forgot to mention it to you." The sofa in the living room is very spacious. He is sitting next to the warm side, not too close but not far away.

A little warm to the warmth.

The more profitable, the courage, pulled the warm little hand, she held the warm right hand in her hand, patted it gently, and smiled: "I said, what kind of people can raise such a good child, It turned out to be a professor, so it’s not surprising."

Lin’s first feast wants to remind her mother that her expression is a bit of a dog’s leg...

Shy to the warmth of the praise, blushing said: "Auntie you have won the prize."

"There is no prize at all, it is warm. Do you not understand the position of Zun in the world of painting and calligraphy?"

Lin first feast. "Let Zun" is used...

To the warmth of the more profitable, I only know about my father’s position at home. Most of the time, he has to listen to his wife’s words. It can be said that there is no status... As for the status of the painting and calligraphy world, it is warm. The family is not completely ignorant. She thinks about the big painter whose calligraphy and painting circle is relatively loud. Although her father is a bit famous, she has not reached the level of “river and lake status”...?

To the warmth, I was somewhat uncertain and asked more and more profit: "Auntie, is my father famous?"

"To be famous in the world of painting and calligraphy, the name of the professor is not the loudest. But his status is very detached. In the early years, he was a close disciple of Mr. Yu Wensong, the master of traditional Chinese painting. His early paintings and paintings still have some Mr. The shadow, but soon off the hustle and bustle, the self-contained style. The paintings are free and interesting. The rare thing is that the character is high and clean, and does not admire fame and fortune. He rarely sells paintings, and never pulls gangs. Ninety-nine percent of his paintings are fakes." The more profitable and simple summary.

Listening to a warm Baidu Encyclopedia. After listening to the aunt’s science, she felt that what she saw at home every day might be a fake comrade to the British...

The more profitable, he said: "Do you know why we use 'successful' to evaluate the works of Ling Zun? The painting and calligraphy industry never lacks interesting works, but can afford the word "sexual interest", only to the professor."

To the warmth, the extras in a TV commercial, very cooperatively asked: "Why?"

"Because the paintings to the professor contain a very pure and beautiful vitality. Purely because there is no distracting thought in the creation of a heart, good is his optimistic and open-minded nature, vitality is his love for the world."

The more I say, the more mysterious... I don’t know how to pick it up.

Lin’s first feast looked at his mother with a look of big flickering.

"Really," the more vivid the expression is, "It is said that some people have cured depression by painting the professor."

Thinking about warmth, I asked, "Will anyone want to speculate?"

"No, this matter has not been reported. I heard that the reporters have written the press release, and later asked the professor for the benefit. I told the professor that it was a fraudulent phone and the news was not sent."

There is such an operation...

I heard the gossip of my relatives from others and felt unfamiliar and fun.

Then, the more profitable and warmer talked a lot, from the philosophy of life to poetry and songs, Lin first feast found that his mother can say so much.

He is not in a good mood. Isn't it time to stay with him and to be alone with the warm ones... Why don't mother go?

Everyone else is a pothole, his parents are good, one or two, special pit son.

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Lin Xueyuan made eight dishes and one soup, which was hot and hot. After he finished his dinner, the more profitable he told him the warmth. Lin Xueyuan didn't react much except surprised, not as excited as the more profitable. He knows that he is a laity, and collecting a few antiques is an arty, and there is no way to like art like money.

However, when he looked at his wife and mentioned other men, his eyes were adoring... Well, he admitted that he still had a little bit of awkwardness.

He also understands his wife very well.

The more profitable, this person especially likes to paint. When she was young, it was a pity that God didn’t open her eyes and gave her a super-class aesthetic vision but gave her a thirteen-level painting talent. No matter how hard she worked, the things she painted always showed one. The craftsmanship - this is what she said, saying that it is OK to be a layman, and the insider will laugh when he sees it. So she painted pictures and never showed them, they were all hiding at home.

Lin Xueyuan felt that this kind of jealousy was similar to those. He knew how to make money, but he couldn’t do it. He had to watch other people count the money... Think about that picture, the heart must be broken.

"Husband, what are you doing?" Yue Yingying said.

Lin Xueyuan took back his thoughts and put down the last dish. Then he took a shot of his wife's slender shoulders. His look was very solemn: "Wife, come on."

The more profitable:? ? ?

She looked at him inexplicably, bowed her head and gave her a bowl of rice.

Hold the rice bowl to the warm hands, "Thank you, Auntie."

"To be warm, here is your own home, don't see it, eat more."

"Mom, what about me?" Lin first feast said.

"You don't have a long hand yourself?"

Lin’s first banquet was far away from the rice cooker. He had to get up and wrap it around. He had a meal, and he gave his parents a bowl of their own.

It’s fun to have a meal. At least warmer and more profitable. To warm now, I like the mother of Lin’s first banquet. I feel that this aunt knows everything. She can talk a few words, and she can speak something in a simple language, and her speech is always calm and gentle. It makes people feel no sense of distance.

After dinner, the more profitable, the warmer: "To warm, do you like to watch musicals?"

"Look, aunt, do you recommend it?"

“I sponsored a charity project that supports young people to make their own musicals.”

"That's very rare."

"Yeah, oh, there is one tonight, if you want to see, I-"

"Mom." Lin first feast suddenly interrupted their conversation.

Yue Yingying looked at Lin’s first feast and found his son’s gaze with a bit of resentment.

"I..." The more profitable, the harder pause, continued, "I and your uncle are not available tonight, the ticket is also expired waste, it is better, you and the first feast to see?"

Lin’s first banquet quietly sighed. My mother finally did not hang her son, and she was moved by the earth.

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The music of the musical is quite good and the plot is a bit boring.

Halfway to the warmth, I couldn’t hold it anymore, my head was hanging, little by little.

She actually wants to play a game, but she feels that this is not enough to respect the actors.

I have to play nodding games like this.

After a moment, she suddenly had an arm around her shoulder.

Lin first feast raised her hand, clasped her head and gently pressed her to her shoulder.

"Sleep," he said.

She did not resist at all, like a soft willow branch, and it was logical to lean on his shoulder.

Lin’s first banquet looked at the stage, but his eyes were a little empty, and his attention was all on her.

He rubbed his lips and tried to press the heart that was jumping too fast. He worried that his drumming heartbeat would wake her up.

Flushing to the warm body, it seems to be asleep.

In the darkness, no one can see, her eyelashes trembled uncomfortably, her face red like a small stove.

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