Chapter 1051

"Mule?" Su Lingxiao was surprised.

Don't mention Su Lingxiao. It's that shopkeeper Su and the bodyguard who is the model are all in a fog. OK, what are the mules for?

Why don't you draw horses, donkeys, mules? Where does Gu Qianxue know? "I don't know if the master just pulled a mule and asked me to draw it. The master didn't tell me exactly why."

Su Lingxiao's gray eyes flashed, which only meant a smile that was not clear, but didn't ask questions at last.

Gu Qianxue shut her mouth tightly, and she understood the truth that too much is lost.

At noon, the two busy people had lunch. Su Lingxiao also took medicine and continued to paint.

Qian Xue worried, "or would you take a nap and have a rest, Mr. Su?"

"No, I want to finish." In fact, he was obsessed with the time with her.

They drew quietly for a while. Gu Qianxue turned around and found that Su Lingxiao's painting progress was almost the same as her. She was greatly surprised, "Mr. Su, are you too talented?"

Su Lingxiao only gently smile, "do you know what I think of just when I was painting?"

"What do you think of?" Qian Xue simply stopped and looked at him.

Su Lingxiao also held up his pen and looked down at his wrist, which was so thin that he could not be any more delicate. "Thinking that he had just practiced calligraphy as a child, in order to exercise his arm strength and make the words more muscular, he nailed the paper to the wall. Writing with his wrist hanging like this is similar to the painting posture of sketch."

Gu Qianxue suddenly realized, "no wonder, according to the truth, people who have just started using Sketchpad are seldom used to it. The reason why you are so skillful is here."

Su Lingxiao sighed and moved his sight to the closed window, as if he could overlook the mountains through the edge paper. "I seldom recall the past, but I deeply regret the fact that I used to be healthy but wasted my time."

When Qian Xue heard this, he quickly changed the subject. "Mr. Su, let's not mention the past, and think about something happy. Besides, you're still young if you're not well fed."

Su Lingxiao only smiles, but no longer interested in painting.

In a flash, they also painted for more than three hours.

Unknowingly, the sun is no longer strong, and the light in the room is poor.

The most important thing in sketching is light. If the light is not clear, you can't draw.

"Mr. Su, you are tired too. Let's draw another day. Would you like to have a rest first?" A thousand snow whispers.

Su Lingxiao nodded, but he was tired.

The bodyguard, who was originally a model, hastened to put away the two drawing boards. Shopkeeper Su came forward to help Su Lingxiao lie down. Gu Qianxue didn't leave, so he sat on the footstool in front of the bed, lying on the edge of the bed, "you can sleep peacefully, I will accompany you."

"Good." Su Lingxiao quietly answered. Although he closed his eyes, his eyebrows did not twitch twice, which was a sign of struggle.

The more dying people are, the less they want to die. The memories at this time are full of the beauty of the world. Recalling all the happy things once is even more aggravating the fear of death.

Qian Xue thinks that Su Lingxiao is going to attack again. "Manager Su, go and get the air bag."

"Yes." Manager Su didn't dare to neglect and ran to get the air bag.

At this time, three doctors came in in panic.

Gu Qianxue reached for Su Lingxiao's hand and held it tightly. He said to the doctor calmly, "it's nothing. Master Su is OK." But in the heart is very nervous, secretly prayed Su Lingxiao not to attack, because now he every attack, from the God of death further.

Soon, the breathing air bag was moved, Gu Qianxue put the mask on Su Lingxiao's nose and mouth, and Su shopkeeper began to press the air bag.

Su Lingxiao from the beginning to the end of the air is indifferent, if a doll is generally played with.

Gu Qianxue was very frightened. He racked his brains to put forward something to distract Su Lingxiao's attention and pull it back from the beautiful and painful memories. Suddenly, he had an idea, "has Mr. Su ever heard a lullaby?"

Don't say, this new term really attracted Su Lingxiao's attention. "No

His voice was not very clear because he was wearing a mask.

"Lullaby, as the name suggests, is a song that a mother sings to a baby who is still in the cradle. It is used to make the baby sleep. Can I sing it to you?" After thinking of singing, Gu Qianxue's spine was numb. She could not dance or sing before. Could she go through one time and both sing and dance.

How she hoped Su Lingxiao could refuse, but Su Lingxiao's pale gray eyes were as warm as a small fire.

Qian Xue sighed deeply. She was also dedicated to the medical cause. She coughed a few times and began to sing slowly.

The moon is bright and the wind is still

the leaves cover the window lattice

the crickets are clanking

it is like the sound of the strings

the sound of the piano is light and pleasant

the cradle is gently swinging

the baby closes his eyes

he sleeps in his dream

the bell rings at night

little Baobao grows up quicklyMake great contributions to the motherland

Yueer naming

the quiet of the wind

the cradle gently swings

the baby sleeps in the dream

slightly shows a smile

although it is not out of tune, Gu Qianxue's singing is not beautiful, so it is gently singing.

Su Lingxiao wrinkled eyebrows slowly stretched, and then gradually balanced breathing, slowly went to sleep.

Manager Su was relieved to see this.

Su Lingxiao sleep, Gu Qianxue did not stop, so over and over slowly singing.

After the use of the air bag, Su Lingxiao's face finally faded, blue and purple, and her cheeks had a light crimson color, which was gradually healthy color.

Gu Qianxue gazed for a long time, but also listened to the voice of his heart and diagnosed his pulse. Only then did he feel relieved and got up and went out of the door.

When he walked out of the room, he was surprised to find that Chu Yan had returned from the capital and stood outside the door with a gloomy face.

Gu Qianxue's heart fell hard, squeezed out a smile, "first smoke with me."

Two people out of the house, along the winding path, and then to the pavilion.

For a time, Chu Yan did not speak a word, Gu Qianxue did not know where to ask, in other words, she did not have the courage to ask.

It was evening, the sun set in the west, and the sky was red.

Gu Qianxue, who was cold all over his body by the cold wind, finally shook his lips, "letter Has it been delivered? "

"Yes." First smoke answer.

“…… What did he say? " Gu Qianxue's voice is getting smaller and smaller.

First smoke a deep breath, and then from will put in the arms of the letter out, handed in the past.

Gu Qianxue plucked up the courage to accept the letter and took out the paper from the envelope. However, he saw his name and even his private seal on the book she drafted and left.

Gu Qianxue only felt a black in front of him and nearly dropped the book on the ground.

At the beginning of the flue, "Li Wang summoned the official of the census register department of Kyoto all night and put it on record. This and the book took effect immediately."

Gu Qianxue nodded, "good, good, and left good. Maybe everything is wrong. "

Chu Yan's heart is also very low, because this time she not only sent and left the book, but also made a farewell to another person.

"What is wrong, princess?" Chu Yan was a little out of his wits.

Qian Xue looked at the direction of the capital, "there are all, everything is wrong, no matter he, or he."