Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

Chapter 1021 The Blood Is Boiling

A paintbrush is Lu Qiao's dream, something she regards as her second life.

When Lu's accident happened that year, standing in front of the balance of choice, she resolutely gave up her love and her dreams.

It's been a long time now, and when times are hard, every minute and every second is suffering, and time seems extraordinarily long.

She recalled the way she picked up the paintbrush back then, and she felt that the distance seemed to be something from her previous life.

Stretching out her hands to block the glare of the sun, she raised her head and looked at her hands.

The fair hands, with slender fingers and well-defined joints, looked pretty.

I moved my fingers slightly, and the sunlight poured down between the fingers, and the fine dust danced in the light, like a lively elf.

The fingers are fairly nimble.

But, can she really live up to Teacher Su's expectations?

Six months ago, she disclosed to Teacher Su that she wanted to pick up the brush again. Teacher Su provided her with help within her ability, but she had to give up this idea after she had more things to do.

Six months later, Teacher Su approached her. After several years of preparation, Teacher Su's gallery was finally about to be completed.

Teacher Su said that she was born to eat this bowl, she has an amazing talent in painting, and she has aura, so Teacher Su didn't want to see good seedlings completely buried.

But she hasn't picked up a paintbrush for a long time. Can she really draw new works and hang them in the gallery?

Dreams are very important things. In Lu Qiao's eyes, painting is a very sacred thing. Every painting must be treated seriously and even piously.

The paintings displayed are even more so.

for others to see.

Lu Qiao did not agree to Teacher Su easily.

But in fact, when Teacher Su proposed this invitation to her, her blood was boiling.

Every finger was trembling, and she seemed to smell the scent of oil paint stained between her fingers.

She wants to paint.

She wants to show her work, but can she?

The sunlight kept changing and turning, Lu Qiao's raised hands were sore, and there were black spots in front of his eyes that were shaken by looking directly at the sun for a long time.

She withdrew her hand.

She was looking forward to and timid about picking up the paintbrush again.

This is probably the timidity of being close to the hometown.

She closed her eyes and suppressed the soreness in her eyes. Painting is not a child's play for her.

Let's think about this again.

He went downstairs with a heavy heart.

Breakfast has been set on the table, with rich styles and bright colors, it can be said that it is full of color, fragrance and taste.

The frown that was furrowed quietly loosened before he noticed it.

Huo Yan came out of the kitchen, already in a neat suit, ready to attend a banquet where celebrities gathered at any time, but he was still wearing an apron.

There is a strange sense of disobedience, and the contrast is cute.

Lu Qiao couldn't help but glanced at Huo Yan again and again, the corners of her mouth curled up imperceptibly.

Lu Qiao didn't notice the slight arc, but Huo Yan did.

Also laughed.

His eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, and his eyes gave people an illusion. He smiled very dotingly, and even the slightly hoarse laughter made people feel itchy.

Lu Qiao's eyes flickered.

The curvature of the corner of the mouth gradually flattened.

She looked away, returning to indifference and alienation.

Huo Yan narrowed his eyes, the affection in his eyes dimmed, but it was only for a moment, and the bottom of the abyss in his eyes was pressed back again, still as if nothing had happened.

"What are you doing standing there? Come over for breakfast."

Lu Qiao hesitated for a moment before walking towards him.

Huo Yan pulled out the chair for her gentlemanly, and Lu Qiao thanked her before sitting down.

Be courteous at all times.

The politeness is impeccable.

But it is this kind of politeness that is the biggest problem in their marriage.

Between husband and wife, there is nothing wrong with respecting each other as guests, but if you are too polite, you are not like a husband and wife, but more like strangers living under the same roof, even roommates are not so interesting.

This is also the place where Huo Yan wants to change now, but always feels the most powerless.

He looked at Lu Qiao's upright and excessive sitting posture, and smelled the bitter smell between his fingers.

This is my first time making egg pancakes. I have no experience. I accidentally overcooked the egg pancakes. After making the other ones, the egg pancakes were cold when Lu Qiao woke up, so I reheated them. I didn’t control them well. When the fire is hot, it will be muddy again.

It smells like this now.

burnt bitterness.

Not very nice.

Breathe from the fingertips all the way to the heart.

very bitter.

Neither Huo Yan nor Lu Qiao's family had the rule of not talking when eating or sleeping, but when they were together, they had nothing to say and were quiet, as if they were performing a mime.

After finishing breakfast, Huo Yan wiped the corners of his mouth before speaking.

"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, and the time may be a bit long, at least half a month. If you and Xiaoji want to go back, remember to tell the housekeeper about this half a month."

She and Little Although didn't want to go back for a moment.

Huo Yan is really getting into the drama now.

The role of a good husband is so considerate.

Lu Qiao wiped his fingers with a paper towel, one by one very carefully, and cleaned off the dust that did not exist on them.

However, according to what he said, he only planned to let her go back to live for a few days. After he came back, he still wanted to move back here again.

Lu Qiao lowered her eyebrows and looked very gentle, "Yes."

But in fact, what is in my heart, I don't know.

It was probably because he knew that Huo Yan was going on a business trip, and he would not have to see Huo Yan for at least half a month.

Lu Qiao was in a much happier mood, and his attitude towards Huo Yan was always pleasant.

On this day, all is well.

Lu Qiao didn't expect that Huo Yan would leave so early the next day. When she woke up, Huo Yan was no longer in the villa. There was breakfast in the kitchen that he didn't know when he got up. Asked the chef in the villa to help warm it up.

Seeing the busy figure in the kitchen, the unfamiliar figure, made her a little unaccustomed.

She rubbed the center of her brows, thinking that she might not have woken up, so she was hallucinating.

She decided to practice painting, to rediscover the feeling of painting, and to calm down.

There is a studio in Huo Yan's villa, and the painting utensils in it are more complete than those prepared by Lu's family.

And it's worth a fortune.

This was something she had discovered long ago.

Huo Yan never explained anything about it, but in this villa, no one except her would enter that studio and use those painting tools.

Lu Qiao didn't know why Huo Yan prepared this studio. She never asked Huo Yan, and she didn't even think about it deeply.

Part of it doesn't want to think about it, and the other part doesn't dare to think about it.

She can only pretend to be confused.

Some things can't be seen so clearly. If the matter between her and Huo Yan is really so clear.

Too many things easily pulled her into the abyss.

One step can pull her into the realm of eternal doom.

This is the third time she has entered this studio.

The first time I walked into this studio, I discovered this place.

The second time he walked into this studio was when he made up his mind and was about to move out.

This is the third time.

I don't know if there will be more times in the future.

Pushing open the door, there is the smell of oil paint, rushing to the face.

This smell made Lu Qiao feel at ease.

Really unprecedented sense of security.

Let her think of the time when she first learned to draw.

Many happy memories will involuntarily come out of my mind.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Qiao laughed unconsciously.

The familiar taste and the atmosphere that made her feel at ease, but painting is not something that can be accomplished just by looking at these.

She hasn't moved a paintbrush for a long time, and her hands are already rusty.

Lu Qiao stayed in the studio for a long time, but she couldn't find any feeling at all. What she drew was actually just outlines, but she couldn't draw anymore.

In the wastebasket under Lu Qiao's feet, there was already a bucket full of discarded drawings.

She's in a bad mood.

He rolled up another piece of drawing paper and threw it into the trash can.

Lu Qiao scratched her hair irritably, turning her good hairstyle into a chicken coop.

I was thinking about whether I should go down and make a cup of coffee to calm down and calm down my emotions.

The phone that was set aside rang.

She reached out to take it and glanced at it. It was Teacher Su calling.

Hit the answer button.

"Mr. Su."

"Good morning, little Joe."

"Mr. Su, good morning."

Teacher Su was a little sorry and asked: "I took the liberty of making this call. I wonder if I disturbed you?"

Lu Qiao said softly: "No, I have nothing to do now, I'm just practicing, you didn't disturb me."

"Really? That's fine."

Lu Qiao smiled, Teacher Su's person was as gentle as her voice, like drizzle, moistening things silently.

"Mr. Su, what do you want from me?"

"That's how I invited you yesterday. I thought about it last night. It was a bit presumptuous. You haven't picked up a paintbrush for a long time. I think your hand is already born..."

Lu Qiao's heart tightened.

Is Teacher Su going to take this opportunity back again?

Lu Qiao suddenly became nervous.

Although she hesitated before, she did not directly agree to Teacher Su's invitation.

But she is actually very eager to make her works seen and even appreciated by more people.

Although she didn't agree to Teacher Su's invitation immediately, from the moment she picked up the paintbrush, she already wanted Teacher Su to accept the invitation.

But now, Teacher Su seems to want to take back the opportunity.

She wanted to say something to make Teacher Su change her mind, but she hesitated after throwing a bucket full of waste drawings in the wastebasket.

She was a little discouraged.

Also, painting is not something that can be practiced in a day or two. Others who insist on practicing every day may not be able to find the feeling.

It takes effort to draw a good work.

It has been a long time since she has held a paintbrush, and her skills have long been rusty, so she can produce no good works.

"Mr. Su, I know what you want to say, your idea is right, I give up..."