Luan Yan had a few times of dreaming about spring, and they were given to Lu Sheng, and she was having a spring dream about him on his bed.
After waking up, Luan Yan really didn't know how to face Lu Sheng. She had never had such an idea about a man before and was a little at a loss.
Fortunately, Lu Sheng had already gone out when she got up
Luan Yan couldn't meet Lu Sheng for several days. He seemed very busy and went out early and came back late every day, and didn't spend the night here.
Even though I lived under the same roof, Luan Yan never saw Lu Sheng again except on the first day. Gradually, Luan Yan would not have that kind of dream again, but her feelings for Lu Sheng are still hard to describe.
His home is not small, with three bedrooms, one living room and two bathrooms, but the furniture is really simple, and it is almost a waste of home. There is no TV or sofa in the living room, just a lonely dining table, there is no air conditioning in the room, and there are few pots and pans in the kitchen. The hair dryer and electric fan may be one of the few electrical appliances in this home
Luan Yan has noticed the room he lives in now. The windows are usually sunny and are darker. There are some paints piled up. It should be a bedroom converted into a studio. The bed is temporary, so small that it is hard to imagine how to accommodate his nearly 1.9 meters tall.
He gave her the big room, and did not deliberately cheat her of rent just because she was a girl, and took advantage of her.
Luan Yan felt sorry for him and took the initiative to clean up the walls.
She can't cook, but she can do the most basic housework. If she doesn't have the ability to take care of herself, she won't dare to run out of the house alone.
Lu Sheng occasionally comes back and sees a clean and clean home
He seemed to have picked up a snail girl
Lu Sheng promised to cook for her. In the morning, there were foods he left behind on the dining table, and sometimes there were a few nine-grid comics he had drawn and they were not cleaned up.
I was so hungry that day that I didn't taste it. I ate the rice he cooked later. Luan Yan really thought it was delicious. Lu Sheng's craftsmanship was that even fried vegetables was delicious to the level of swallowing his tongue. It's no exaggeration.
In Luan Yan's eyes, Lu Sheng is a man who can cook, draw, swear, smoke, doesn't like to talk nonsense, and looks difficult to mess with, but in fact he is very considerate and careful, and may even be gentle and upright in his bones, and looks very beautiful.
The nine-grid grids he drew were very sloppy, like a random graffiti, but the style was unique, with a few vivid and lively strokes. The content of each painting was different. Most of them were stories between animals, and some would write dialogues, but they would usually write incomplete chapters, which shows how casual he was. Every halfway, the story was interrupted.
Luan Yan took a piece of white paper, wrote the content she had planned on it, and placed it next to his comics. She went to read it the next day, and Lu Sheng put away all the paintings and what she wrote, without accusing her. Later, Luan Yan magnified her courage and wrote it directly on his paintings.
Lu Sheng is actually very interested in painting. Most of the time he is using painting to vent his emotions, so there is always a lot of blank space left, but with Luan Yan's filling, everything becomes different. Perhaps because of some expectations, he becomes more willing to draw.
It seemed like he and her were looking at each other from afar through paper and pen.
The two of them had a strange but unique way of communication.
Luan Yan has been to the island for almost half a month. She traveled on the island during the day and walked again the streets she walked when she was a child. The island is a well-known tourist city in China. The public security and planning are very good, and there are scenery that big cities do not have.
She held a big coconut, biting the straw with a rosy little mouth, and walked into an alley that she seemed to have been to in memory. She walked aimlessly through the alley. There were some shops on the street and residents who lived there. It was obvious that it was an old street.
There is no place to go. Luan Yan usually strolls on the island. She came here from the beach. Her thoughts had long been drifting away. As she floated, she thought of Lu Sheng.
She could always clearly recall Lu Sheng's expression, his tone, every move and every look in his heart, was firmly engraved with the heart
These days when I can't see him, Luan Yan only has one thought
Just want to see him
When Luan Yan finished her journey, she realized that she had forgotten to remember the road, and didn't know how to get out of this street, and where to take a taxi back.
Luan Yan stepped into a store casually. The younger brother who was guarding the store saw her approaching her. Luan Yan was about to ask for directions when the door of the compartment was opened. The person she had been thinking about for a long time was walking out of it.
Lu Sheng was stunned and raised his eyebrows and said: Why are you here?
Life is not accurate. How many districts and streets are there in the island? I just want to meet here. It happened that neither she nor Lu Sheng expected it.
Luan Yan touched her red face, put down her uneasy little hand, and said in a hurry: I...I walked to this street, and then... got lost...
When she really saw him, she was afraid to meet him, afraid to look at his sharp and bright eyes, afraid to hear his words say bad things, afraid to be heard by him hear her deafening heartbeat, all the joy and anxiety that should be revealed to her, and no luck is spared
The nickname of the guard door is Fat Monkey. He is not fat. He looks at these two awkward men and women with a gossip. He has never heard of Lu Sheng knowing such a beautiful girl. He wants to ask but is embarrassed to speak. He wants to chat with Luan Yan. Due to Lu Sheng's violence, he is so anxious that he can't jump up and down.
Fat monkey raised his hand and interjected: Brother Lu, Lao Zuo said he would let you go first, go home early today, sleep for a while before going to the hospital
It was almost dark, and Lu Sheng was worried when he walked back by himself. Lu Sheng picked up the cigarette box on the table and said to Luan Yan: I'll take you home
Take her home...
Luan Yan lit up her eyes, bent her smile happily, and said crisply: OK!
She then looked at the store sign. The lg design is very simple and elegant, and the name is simple and clear. Just two words tattoos. This is a tattoo shop.
Luan Yan followed Lu Sheng behind, the afterglow of the sunset shone behind the two, the sun turned into a small goose egg yolk, the sunset on the island was the most beautiful moment of the day, Luan Yan didn't want to look at it, her eyes were all on the person in front of her, looking at his tall body, and his broad back was a strong waist, which belonged to the unique charm of men.
In order to keep up, Lu Sheng was not walking quickly
Luan Yan heard the person in the tattoo shop talking about the hospital. She wanted to ask if Lu Sheng was sick and why he wanted to go to the hospital?
Luan Yan held it in her heart for a long time, gave up this question, and asked instead: Lu Sheng, are you familiar with this street? Are you working in a tattoo shop?
She didn't know whether Lu Shenghua would answer her. Strictly speaking, she was an ordinary tenant. They met by chance. He had no reason to answer her curiosity, but she wanted to know him so much.
Lu Sheng really didn't plan to reply, but after a few rounds of words, he still said: Well, he grew up here when he was a child.
He is very busy these days, busy making money and running around the hospital. He is also deliberately avoiding Luan Yan. If he hadn't happened to meet, they might not have met again until the end of the lease period.
He couldn't control himself, the moment Luan Yan appeared
It was as if he had struggled for a long time, but he still answered her as soon as possible.
He wanted to talk to her, to touch her body, to see her skin covered under her clothes, to understand her, to hold her in her arms and touch her head, to do something sinful that will no longer be suppressed
He knew very well what this inability to control was because of this, but it did not mean that there would be a result between them. He could not curb this impulse, so he tried to minimize meeting her. However, some people were like air, and she always existed. She could not speak but write, and could meet without going home, as if they were born to be so entangled, and everything was reasonable.
Lu Sheng's response made Luan Yan pluck up the courage. She walked a few more steps forward and walked shoulder to shoulder with him, saying: Is the tattoo artist? That makes sense.
Meaningful?
Prejudiced people think that this profession is not serious, and rebellious people are cool. Lu Sheng didn't expect that she would say that tattoos are meaningful.
Luan Yan nodded heavily. Her delicate little face could see fine fluff in the sunset, which was particularly cute and soft, and said softly: Isn’t painting on the human body art? And many things will pass by and there is no way to live for the rest of their lives. If you can change the method to stay on your body and accompany them all the time, it will be meaningful.
Lu Sheng didn't answer the conversation, Luan Yan didn't continue the topic anymore, and walked quietly with him for a while.
The setting sun stretched out the shadows of the two, and Luan Yan quietly approached Lu Sheng, and the shadows of her fingers were stuck together, as if the two were holding hands. She smiled secretly, and was secretly happy for this little thought.
Lu Sheng's lips also raised his lips, pretending that she didn't know her little moves, and they walked tacitly
It would have been better if the alley could be longer
After waking up, Luan Yan really didn't know how to face Lu Sheng. She had never had such an idea about a man before and was a little at a loss.
Fortunately, Lu Sheng had already gone out when she got up
Luan Yan couldn't meet Lu Sheng for several days. He seemed very busy and went out early and came back late every day, and didn't spend the night here.
Even though I lived under the same roof, Luan Yan never saw Lu Sheng again except on the first day. Gradually, Luan Yan would not have that kind of dream again, but her feelings for Lu Sheng are still hard to describe.
His home is not small, with three bedrooms, one living room and two bathrooms, but the furniture is really simple, and it is almost a waste of home. There is no TV or sofa in the living room, just a lonely dining table, there is no air conditioning in the room, and there are few pots and pans in the kitchen. The hair dryer and electric fan may be one of the few electrical appliances in this home
Luan Yan has noticed the room he lives in now. The windows are usually sunny and are darker. There are some paints piled up. It should be a bedroom converted into a studio. The bed is temporary, so small that it is hard to imagine how to accommodate his nearly 1.9 meters tall.
He gave her the big room, and did not deliberately cheat her of rent just because she was a girl, and took advantage of her.
Luan Yan felt sorry for him and took the initiative to clean up the walls.
She can't cook, but she can do the most basic housework. If she doesn't have the ability to take care of herself, she won't dare to run out of the house alone.
Lu Sheng occasionally comes back and sees a clean and clean home
He seemed to have picked up a snail girl
Lu Sheng promised to cook for her. In the morning, there were foods he left behind on the dining table, and sometimes there were a few nine-grid comics he had drawn and they were not cleaned up.
I was so hungry that day that I didn't taste it. I ate the rice he cooked later. Luan Yan really thought it was delicious. Lu Sheng's craftsmanship was that even fried vegetables was delicious to the level of swallowing his tongue. It's no exaggeration.
In Luan Yan's eyes, Lu Sheng is a man who can cook, draw, swear, smoke, doesn't like to talk nonsense, and looks difficult to mess with, but in fact he is very considerate and careful, and may even be gentle and upright in his bones, and looks very beautiful.
The nine-grid grids he drew were very sloppy, like a random graffiti, but the style was unique, with a few vivid and lively strokes. The content of each painting was different. Most of them were stories between animals, and some would write dialogues, but they would usually write incomplete chapters, which shows how casual he was. Every halfway, the story was interrupted.
Luan Yan took a piece of white paper, wrote the content she had planned on it, and placed it next to his comics. She went to read it the next day, and Lu Sheng put away all the paintings and what she wrote, without accusing her. Later, Luan Yan magnified her courage and wrote it directly on his paintings.
Lu Sheng is actually very interested in painting. Most of the time he is using painting to vent his emotions, so there is always a lot of blank space left, but with Luan Yan's filling, everything becomes different. Perhaps because of some expectations, he becomes more willing to draw.
It seemed like he and her were looking at each other from afar through paper and pen.
The two of them had a strange but unique way of communication.
Luan Yan has been to the island for almost half a month. She traveled on the island during the day and walked again the streets she walked when she was a child. The island is a well-known tourist city in China. The public security and planning are very good, and there are scenery that big cities do not have.
She held a big coconut, biting the straw with a rosy little mouth, and walked into an alley that she seemed to have been to in memory. She walked aimlessly through the alley. There were some shops on the street and residents who lived there. It was obvious that it was an old street.
There is no place to go. Luan Yan usually strolls on the island. She came here from the beach. Her thoughts had long been drifting away. As she floated, she thought of Lu Sheng.
She could always clearly recall Lu Sheng's expression, his tone, every move and every look in his heart, was firmly engraved with the heart
These days when I can't see him, Luan Yan only has one thought
Just want to see him
When Luan Yan finished her journey, she realized that she had forgotten to remember the road, and didn't know how to get out of this street, and where to take a taxi back.
Luan Yan stepped into a store casually. The younger brother who was guarding the store saw her approaching her. Luan Yan was about to ask for directions when the door of the compartment was opened. The person she had been thinking about for a long time was walking out of it.
Lu Sheng was stunned and raised his eyebrows and said: Why are you here?
Life is not accurate. How many districts and streets are there in the island? I just want to meet here. It happened that neither she nor Lu Sheng expected it.
Luan Yan touched her red face, put down her uneasy little hand, and said in a hurry: I...I walked to this street, and then... got lost...
When she really saw him, she was afraid to meet him, afraid to look at his sharp and bright eyes, afraid to hear his words say bad things, afraid to be heard by him hear her deafening heartbeat, all the joy and anxiety that should be revealed to her, and no luck is spared
The nickname of the guard door is Fat Monkey. He is not fat. He looks at these two awkward men and women with a gossip. He has never heard of Lu Sheng knowing such a beautiful girl. He wants to ask but is embarrassed to speak. He wants to chat with Luan Yan. Due to Lu Sheng's violence, he is so anxious that he can't jump up and down.
Fat monkey raised his hand and interjected: Brother Lu, Lao Zuo said he would let you go first, go home early today, sleep for a while before going to the hospital
It was almost dark, and Lu Sheng was worried when he walked back by himself. Lu Sheng picked up the cigarette box on the table and said to Luan Yan: I'll take you home
Take her home...
Luan Yan lit up her eyes, bent her smile happily, and said crisply: OK!
She then looked at the store sign. The lg design is very simple and elegant, and the name is simple and clear. Just two words tattoos. This is a tattoo shop.
Luan Yan followed Lu Sheng behind, the afterglow of the sunset shone behind the two, the sun turned into a small goose egg yolk, the sunset on the island was the most beautiful moment of the day, Luan Yan didn't want to look at it, her eyes were all on the person in front of her, looking at his tall body, and his broad back was a strong waist, which belonged to the unique charm of men.
In order to keep up, Lu Sheng was not walking quickly
Luan Yan heard the person in the tattoo shop talking about the hospital. She wanted to ask if Lu Sheng was sick and why he wanted to go to the hospital?
Luan Yan held it in her heart for a long time, gave up this question, and asked instead: Lu Sheng, are you familiar with this street? Are you working in a tattoo shop?
She didn't know whether Lu Shenghua would answer her. Strictly speaking, she was an ordinary tenant. They met by chance. He had no reason to answer her curiosity, but she wanted to know him so much.
Lu Sheng really didn't plan to reply, but after a few rounds of words, he still said: Well, he grew up here when he was a child.
He is very busy these days, busy making money and running around the hospital. He is also deliberately avoiding Luan Yan. If he hadn't happened to meet, they might not have met again until the end of the lease period.
He couldn't control himself, the moment Luan Yan appeared
It was as if he had struggled for a long time, but he still answered her as soon as possible.
He wanted to talk to her, to touch her body, to see her skin covered under her clothes, to understand her, to hold her in her arms and touch her head, to do something sinful that will no longer be suppressed
He knew very well what this inability to control was because of this, but it did not mean that there would be a result between them. He could not curb this impulse, so he tried to minimize meeting her. However, some people were like air, and she always existed. She could not speak but write, and could meet without going home, as if they were born to be so entangled, and everything was reasonable.
Lu Sheng's response made Luan Yan pluck up the courage. She walked a few more steps forward and walked shoulder to shoulder with him, saying: Is the tattoo artist? That makes sense.
Meaningful?
Prejudiced people think that this profession is not serious, and rebellious people are cool. Lu Sheng didn't expect that she would say that tattoos are meaningful.
Luan Yan nodded heavily. Her delicate little face could see fine fluff in the sunset, which was particularly cute and soft, and said softly: Isn’t painting on the human body art? And many things will pass by and there is no way to live for the rest of their lives. If you can change the method to stay on your body and accompany them all the time, it will be meaningful.
Lu Sheng didn't answer the conversation, Luan Yan didn't continue the topic anymore, and walked quietly with him for a while.
The setting sun stretched out the shadows of the two, and Luan Yan quietly approached Lu Sheng, and the shadows of her fingers were stuck together, as if the two were holding hands. She smiled secretly, and was secretly happy for this little thought.
Lu Sheng's lips also raised his lips, pretending that she didn't know her little moves, and they walked tacitly
It would have been better if the alley could be longer
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