Offline dating, she is as beautiful as a flower

The painting class in the afternoon was really as Tang Ju had imagined in advance. The painting teacher told everyone some basic painting skills. Tang Ju felt that those familiar words reminded him of his art teacher in junior high school.

It was a petite young female teacher in her twenties with short hair and a sweet smile.

He was about to graduate from high school in a flash, time flies so fast...

When Tang Ju was thinking this way, the teaching session of the painting teacher also temporarily stopped.

A large white porcelain vase was placed in the open space in the middle of the classroom, which was used for students to make sketches.

Students can also choose not to paint vases. In essence, students can use the utensils here at will, and the choice is relatively free. After all, today is only a free experience event on the first day of opening, and it usually costs money to participate.

There are things like paintbrushes and paints next to it, but they are all ready.

Of course, you can do whatever you want with money, and you don’t come here to go to jail. After all, your daily work, study and life are enough to make you feel physically and mentally exhausted.

Tang Ju held a pencil in his hand. He didn't use paints of various colors because he found it troublesome. After all, he didn't need to post photos in Moments to express how fulfilling and emotional his private life was.

Most of the classrooms are young people in their 20s, and Tang Ju and his party are relatively young.

The surrounding area seemed very quiet, and no one spoke much, except for the rustling sound of the paintbrush touching the white paper.

Tang Ju didn't want to draw anything in particular. In this Lidong, he wanted to live a different life, and wanted to live a commemorative life. After all, this symbolized the new life he and Qin Zheng started together.

He started to draw carefully on the white paper. It was a place he had been to. There was a bridge of Naihe that the world would not like to mention. Under the bridge was a river of Wangchuan. Meng Po.

There is grass there, and there are scattered purple and white flowers blooming on the grass. This kind of vibrant scene may not match the atmosphere there, but Tang Ju thinks it is just right.

Of course he didn't paint so detailed, he just drew a bridge over the river, a bridge he had seen but never been on.

The whole process was smooth, and Tang Ju hardly stopped, as if the bridge of Naihe, which did not exist in the world, was right in front of his eyes.

"Brother Zhu, the painting is not bad."

Chang Le poked his head over and praised Tang Ju.

Tang Cuo was not moved at all, he knew in his heart that even if he just drew an old man's head, Chang Le would praise his simple lines.

In Chang Le's eyes, he is always covered with a beautiful filter, and the admiration since childhood has never dissipated.

"Brother Zhu, where is this bridge? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Chang Le asked again, Tang Ju saw his curious face, opened his mouth slightly, but closed it immediately.

He hesitated to speak, and in the end he could only utter a sentence with unclear meaning.

"I hope you don't see it."

"Why, can this bridge not bear my electric tricycle or me?"

"It can't bear Lin Chumo's longing."

"what?"

Chang Le was at a loss, Tang Ju just smiled and quickly ended the topic.

Lidong is a good day, the beautiful winter has come, and he has to spend round after round of four seasons with his family and friends.

Hell or something, it would be too disappointing to mention it.

Qin Zheng, who was sitting on the other side of Tang Ju, just glanced at his painting and knew what Tang Ju was painting.

"I'll make you soup tonight, don't think about the bridge now."

Qin Zheng's tone was casual, Tang Ju just smiled, that's fine.

The tea soup that Meng Po taught Qin Zheng tasted very good, which made people have endless aftertaste, even though it looked as clear as water on the outside.

Tang Jue also took the opportunity to glance at the paintings of other people around him. Chang Le drew a colorful sun, painted with paint, and the color of each light was different, so Tang Jue could recognize that it was a sun.

Lin Chumo drew a sketch of Chang Le, and Tang Ju commented that if the person in the painting was Chang Le, he would probably be a hot star by now.

Qin Zheng is amazing, she is drawing Lao Ding's head.

"Are you here to mess things up?"

Tang Ju whispered to Qin Zheng, but Qin Zheng didn't take it seriously.

"It's very free here."

"..."

Forget it, she'll be happy.

The four did not stay here for too long, and they left here together at 03:30 in the afternoon.

In summary of this trip, Tang Ju has only one evaluation, that is, the artistic atmosphere does not just appear out of thin air when the group is reunited.

Fortunately, it didn't cost money. If he wanted to spend money to go in, he might as well buy firecrackers and listen to it.

Speaking of which, the Chinese New Year is only a few months away. When the time comes, buy more firecrackers and fireworks, and let everyone get together to celebrate the New Year. It would be great.

"Brother Zhu, what shall we do next?"

When going out, Chang Le used Tang to urge the horse to follow suit. This is a subconscious habit, even if Lin Chumo is by the side, it can't be changed for a while.

"Each go back to each house, each finds each mother."

Tang Cuo casually said something, but Chang Le heard other things.

"Uncle and aunt are back?"

"Why don't you use your cleverness to study..."

Tang Ju made a complaint, which was a tacit agreement.

"No wonder you are thinking about marrying Qin Zheng. Is this because you want to get a witness as soon as possible? That's right, as the saying goes, there are many dreams in the night..."

Before Chang Le finished speaking, Tang Ju kicked her in the ass.

"Don't bullshit, we're going back."

After Tang Ju finished speaking, he took Qin Zheng's hand and was about to leave. Before leaving, he nodded and smiled politely at Lin Chumo, and Qin Zheng also waved goodbye to the two.

Tang Cu's fingers passed between Qin Zheng's fingers, and he clasped the latter's fingers very naturally.

He looked up at the cloudless sky and spoke suddenly.

"Postponed."

"What's delayed?"

"I want to postpone the day of proposing to you until the first snow falls this winter."

There was a smile on the corner of Tang Ju's mouth, Qin Zheng flattened his mouth, and it was still the same thing after a long time...

Her eyes rolled, and the corners of her mouth curled into a playful arc.

"What if it doesn't snow?"

"That's why God doesn't want us to get married, it's God's will..."

"..."

Qin Zheng didn't expect Tang Jue to say that.

She thought that Tang Ju would say that even if artificial snowfall is used, the snow must fall.

What God's will is hard to violate, isn't there a saying that my life is up to me...

The more Qin Zheng thought about it, the more angry he became, and couldn't help but glared at Tang Ju who was beside him.

Tang Ju was not in a hurry or annoyed, he just looked at the chestnut-haired girl beside him with a serious and firm expression.

"It will snow."

Of course Qin Zheng knew that it would snow in Shen Cheng in winter, she knew it without Tang Ju saying it.

"I promise you, when the snow falls on your shoulders, you will be in my arms."

Tang Ju held Qin Zheng's hand tightly while talking. Qin Zheng looked at his resolute face and didn't know what to say for a moment.

She could only press her lips together, silently praying in her heart that the first snow would come soon.

It can end Tang Jue's obsessions, and it can also declare his own belonging in this life.

Tang Yu and San Geng didn't eat at home at night, and Tang Ju didn't think about going to Mu Xi's house to join in the fun, although he knew that Mu Ning would call him soon and ask him to come over for dinner.

There are also Long Zai and Azi at home, they just go home and make dumplings to eat, anyway, the four of them usually live together.

They had made dumplings together before, so practice makes perfect, everyone cooperated tacitly, and the dumplings to be cooked for the evening had already been made before dusk.

Everything is ready, just waiting for dinner.

Then Tang Ju's phone rang, and he looked at the caller's name on it, thinking that his guess was right.

"Uncle Mu, Qin Zheng and I are making dumplings at home, so we won't go there."

"Next time I'm looking for Muxi to play, I'll go to your house and have a good meal."

"OK, bye."

Tang Ju greeted Mu Ning enthusiastically with a few words on his smiling face. When he returned to the living room, Qin Zheng and A Zi were sitting on the sofa chatting and laughing.

Tang Ju subconsciously glanced at the dog house in the corner of the living room, but the dragon cub was not there.

Did Shencheng Dog King go out to work?

Tang Ju doesn't think so. Based on his understanding of the dragon cub, he knows very well that the dragon cub, the dog king of Shencheng, is like a shopkeeper who throws his hands away. He will rush to deal with it unless it is a particularly urgent matter in the dog clan. The elders are usually responsible for all matters big and small, otherwise there would not have been civil strife in the dog clan before.

Tang Ju walked around the house for a while, and soon found the dragon cub in the guest room where Qin Zheng lived.

At this time, the dragon cub was standing by the window, Tang Ju thought he was worried, but when he walked over, he found that the dragon cub was reaching out to touch the screen window.

Under the lingering brilliance of the dragon cub's fingers, the screen window that had a small hole in it quickly returned to a perfect state.

"It would be a waste of you not to be a mechanic."

Tang Ju's voice came from the side, and the dragon cub was noncommittal.

In the past, when Tang Yu and San Geng were not at home, Tang Ju lived with him and a dog in this family. When something broke in the house, the dragon cub would repair it secretly, so Tang Ju lived alone in the past. It was so comfortable that Tang Yu felt relieved to leave him alone at home.

"It's already winter, did you just fix the screen window? It's too late, isn't it?"

Tang Ju was bored and joked to the dragon cub.

"It should be broken recently. Besides, haven't you heard the story of mending a prison after a sheep is replaced?"

Tang Ju was amused by what the dragon cub said.

"The dog king of Shencheng also understands literary allusions?"

"I have lived so many years longer than you, and it is normal to know more than you."

The dragon cub closed the window, and the cold air flowing in from the window was blocked outside.

The weather is already a bit cold, and the dragon cub has no special understanding of the cycle of seasons. He is not an ordinary dog, not even an ordinary monster, so there is no need to worry about the passing of youth.

Tang Ju stood beside the dragon cub and looked out the window. There were not many vehicles on the street, but several delivery boys on electric bikes appeared in a short period of time.

"You said that if I have my own children in the future, what will I tell him then? You have been in our house for 40 years? How can a normal dog live so long? If it spreads, it might be caught. TV stations rushed to interview and report."

Tang Cu pursed his lips and smiled, thinking about the scene where the dragon cub accompanied his three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, he still felt very warm.

"I don't need to live with you, and I don't have to live with you."

The dragon cub looked playfully at Tang Cui who was beside him. Tang Ju was stunned for a moment, and then his head shook like a rattle.

"That can't be done. I don't worry about my son growing up without you."

"Do you know if it's a son or not a daughter?"

"Son and daughter are the same. Anyway, with Shencheng Dog King here, my children can grow up healthy and strong, just like me."

"Didn't you just say that my identity is hard to explain? Think about it. Dogs that can live for 20 years are already extremely rare. 40 years is indeed not in line with the lifespan of a dog family."

The dragon cub turned around and leaned against the window sill, leaning his head back against the window, his black and white hair was very eye-catching.

His youthful face is definitely handsome and handsome, and there is no smugness in it, full of righteousness.

"At worst, erase the memories of those who know you exist, and then tell others that you only appeared in our house later, and return to the age of 20. This kind of thing should be easy to do, and then I have to tell others My dad said, let him remember to implement this matter, so as not to go wrong."

Listening to Tang Ju's nagging, Dragon Cub always felt that this boy was becoming more and more like his father, and his father was like this when he was young, but now it is even more troublesome.

It was he who got used to this father and son.

"Dragon cub, how long can you live?"

Tang Ju suddenly asked the dragon cub beside him.

"It's been a long, long time, and I have a dragon spirit. If I have to say it, I should be similar to the bull's head and horse face in the underworld. If they don't die, I certainly won't die."

"Then you will be the patron saint of our family from now on. You have watched our ancestors grow up for generations. One dog has been passed down to three generations, and the dog is still alive."

The smile on Tang Ju's face was very bright, just like a child.

He has always been a child in front of the dragon cub.

"Did I sign the deed of sale and sell it to your family?"

"It's too late to sign now."

There was a little flattery in Tang Zhu's eyes.

"You are really stupid, don't you think that the rules and regulations of your world can restrain me?"

"I know, you are the dog king of Shencheng, the most powerful monster in the world. If you hadn't condescended to our family, you might have already become the king on some mountain and made a big career out of it." But if you think about it, the days of Dugu seeking defeat are meaningless, you have Azi, us, and your little brothers from the dog clan, such days are pretty good..."

Tang Ju stretched out his palm and patted the dragon cub's shoulder, with a meaningful tone in his mouth.

"From now on, my children will be handed over to you..."

Tang Ju deliberately pretended to be very mature, which made people feel uncontrollably amused.

But the dragon cub didn't laugh.

He just quietly looked at Tang Ju beside him, and the palm he stretched out and landed on his shoulder.

This scene seemed familiar to Dragon Cub, because Tang Yu back then said the same thing to Tang Ju who was standing in front of him now.

Even the action of asking for help is the same, does this family have a template for their own routine...

The dragon cub didn't answer, he just closed his eyes slowly, his thoughts seemed to return to the day when he first met Tang Ju.

The baby in the swaddle looked at him and smiled, but he didn't know what expression to put on.

He is the famous dog king of Shencheng, and Mr. Knight who guards the family.