Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Speaking of this, Cong Nianwei chuckled a little, as if thinking of something, the sweetness appeared on his face: "Actually, I have long known that Qin Guan has such a constitution."

"We weren't familiar with it at the time. He had just entered school and sat in the corner of the playground, pretending to read Tolstoy's poems. The surroundings were full of little girls' admiration, but I saw a gray mouse and was very disgusted. Run out of the concrete hole under his seat."

"So, I have actually paid attention to him for a long time, but he is a fool, and I don't know at all."

After listening to Cong Nianwei, he suddenly said a passage that no one knew about, and the Hilton next to him suddenly didn't have the kind of spirit that was able to win the love from the beginning.

She twitched her lips slightly and peeked at the expression of Cong Nianwei beside her: "You were in love with Qin Guan as much as I did at school? How old were you then? Just when you first met."

Cong Nianwei shook his head, and the smile on his face was even bigger: "I'm quite paying attention to him, but I don't like to be curious, I want to see if all species are very resistant to Qin Guan."

"He may not even realize that when other girls watched the crush, when he was pretending to be pretending, he was surprised how many sparrows and cats and dogs by the road."

"I watched Qin Guan as a daily comedy every day and added a lot of fun to my boring high school life."

"Of course, he still has more fun, and people with him will always be happy."

Cong Nianwei glanced at Hilton next to him without a word, bowing his head with high-heeled heels: "The 15-year-old acquaintance has now been 8 years."

"So, I'll show you more. It's completely different to like someone and to fall in love with it, and women often don't understand the difference between the two."

What should I do if my own opponent is right?

Hilton sideways looked at Cong Nianwei, who had returned to his original state with a complicated mind. At this time, he and Qin Guan, who had already reached their destination, waved their hands with a smile.

Tasha Duduo, sitting by the fence outside his house, laughed at the folds on his face after seeing Lin Lun's gesture.

Her old friend still likes to play tricks. She shook her head slightly, put the latest illustration draft on hand and put a clean white sheet on her lap.

"Teacher Lin Lun, I'm here. How do you want to compose the picture? Or do you say I'm free to play?"

Qin Guan beckoned towards the wind-gathering group under the banyan tree opposite. The scenery here is even more beautiful and intoxicating. The endless and broad gardens, after passing through these lush bouquets, were displayed in front of Qin Guan.

Lin Lun on the opposite side suddenly smiled with eight teeth. He pointed to the fenced hut next to Qin Guan and gestured: "Qin Guan, at the door of the wooden hut with a red roof and white walls, yes, right here. There, you are holding the fence and looking sideways towards this side!"

Qin Guan, who was particularly serious during working hours, cooperated with Lin Lun's instructions and came to the corresponding position, but when he had just stood, he heard a cry of "moo" next to his ear.

When Qin Guan with a black line looked in the direction of Lin Lun and Tasha Duduo, the two elderly men over there were already laughing and falling among the flowers.

A pretty calf girl with black and white flowers all over her body, with her big, ignorant eyes, wetly stepped out of the half-covered fence door.

As a semi-stocked farmer's favorite flower cow, it is very curious about the farm where strangers rarely appear, and it becomes lively within a day.

But after it saw a stranger standing outside its territory, a feeling of contempt spontaneously spontaneously emerged, so in order to protect her den, Niu Niu determinedly stepped out of her fence.

The bell on the neck of the "moo" calves along with the movement of its four hoofs, and the warm summer wind slightly floats its shiny hair.

In front of it there is a young man with big long legs, playing happily with him in a field full of cabbage.

What a fantastic rural scenery, green and green, red and gorgeous.

The drawing hand is flying on the paper, and the shutter is up and down is the most beautiful click in the world. The two artists have been deposited in their unique creative atmosphere, and no one can care about this has created infinite inspiration for them. Model.

Dead friends don't die poor, Qin Guan, for the artistic career of New York, please run harder.

The Qin Guan in the picture does not dare to stop at this time. Does the cow behind him have the tradition of Spanish bullfighting?

At this moment, he was only thinking about one thing. Where did he wear red clothes?

If you discard the color of your underwear, today Qin Guan is wearing a refreshing look like a noodle.

The setting sun was slightly slanting, and Tasha Duduo stopped the last line of paintbrushes in her hand, while Lin Lun in the field had already relaxed into his pipe and filled the second pot of shredded tobacco.

On the side, Cong Nianwei has organized these first manuscripts quietly and quietly, while Qin Guan, who is physically weak on Tianlong, has already given up his struggle.

He lay on the head of the field in a big-character posture with little interest and watched his fate as the little bull above his head gradually brought his big face together.

‘Moo’

A big pink tongue licked on Qin Guan's face like this, making half of his face wet. Seeing that you are very happy to play with me, I admit that you are a guest of my farm! This is for you.

The night was low, and a little candle was lit in Tasha Dudow’s room. There was no electricity. The stove was lit by pine **** and firewood. The drinking water in the manor was drawn from a mountain stream, which is a little modern. Pure natural life.

The milk in the cup is a gift from the heifer, the vegetables simmered in the large iron pan, the harvest in the field, the wildflowers in the vase that Cong Nianwei didn't know where to find, and everything is so natural.

Of course, if you throw away the wooden bed that is very simple, it will creak when you turn over. The hand-made wool blanket is spreading under the body, and if it is a bit stiff, it is a life that is isolated from the world. Still very beautiful and leisurely.

It's not too early in the dark, but for the farms without electricity, there is only a quiet lying in bed waiting for the sleep to come, the only thing that can be done. (To be continued.)