Chapter 287： Ancient goddess

The orange sunset fell on her, making her like an ancient goddess.

She looked at the wide grassland and suddenly felt that the world was very confused.

The two paintings of the pastoral were held tightly by her.

She looked up and looked into the distance of the mountain.

The mountain in front is like being connected to the horizon.

If you stand here and can see another world, that would be great.

In this way, she can know the condition of Dongfang Xuan after her death -

She thought that he was given Bai Ling and only hated him.

When she heard the words of the pastoral, she did not hate the pastoral.

Do not hate it.

She doesn't want to hate it.

It is necessary to put the grievances of past lives on the body of the pastoral, and it is too cruel to the pastoral.

Whether he is the reincarnation of Dongfang Xuan, the reincarnation of her brother is good.

That is the last thing.

He is right. In this world, she is Gu Yu’s wife, Mrs. Gu.

Mumu was discharged from the hospital, and he was discharged from the hospital after driving.

The car parked in front of the Xiaoyang Building, and when she went to the car, she saw Song Worry standing on the top of the building.

When she saw her body covered with a layer of orange, she danced with long hair, and the skirt was light, and her heart was stunned.

He stood there, looked up and looked at her.

Like, glance, millennium -

Song Wuxi slowly regained his gaze, coveted, looking at the pastoral downstairs.

At the moment he looked at him, Song Xiaowu frowned slightly and his heart was quiet.

And pastoral, there is an impulse to cry.

In his eyes, he has complicated emotions. At this moment, he feels that he is a cowherd, she is a weaver, and she can never be together.

For a long time, he hooked his lips and smiled softly toward Song Wu.

Song Wuyou also returned to his smile of a country.

Even the management behind the animal husbandry was shocked by her smile, as if to see the fairy.

Song worries turned and went downstairs.

Shepherd lifted his foot and entered the house.

They are gathered in the living room.

"The two paintings are very beautiful, can you give me?" Song Wuzhe stood in front of the pastoral and looked at him with a smile.

Mugo nodded, "Give it to you, keep the memorial."

"Thank you. Yes, I want to go back tomorrow."

She has lost some of her heart, but she also calmly promised: "Go back, so as not to worry about the aunt."

After that, he said to the manager: "Prepare a Chenmao, let the worry-free bring back to the aunt."

"Okay, I am a young master."

Song Wuwei looked at Mugo with a smile and saw that he was so happy with Gu Yu, she was happy for Gu Yu.

"Miss, Master Nomu, the dinner is done." Xu Jing came out of the kitchen.

Shemu laughed and said: "Eat, eat, rest early, go back tomorrow morning."

After the meal, Song Worry was riding a horse and strolling around the ranch.

Maku is to keep himself in the room to draw.

In the painting, there is a woman wearing a white dress.

She stood proudly on the steep peak, fluttering in the blue silk and skirt, holding a flute in her hand.

Looking closely, the woman in the picture is very similar to the posture of Song Wushou standing on the roof of the building today.

However, the woman wears a veil, revealing only two clear, and sad, beautiful, she seems to be looking far away, and seems to miss the sweetheart -

At this time, the door was knocked.

"Come in." Mu Gu thought it was Song Wu, and quickly hid the painting.

The door was pushed open and it was in charge.

"The young master, the wine and the mutton are all ready, just put it in the living room."

"Yeah." Shemu faintly responded. After a pause, he said: "Contact the company that made the last leaping dragon gate, I want them to do sculpture."

A look at the matter: "Young Master, do you want to re-dish the dragon gate?"

"No." Mugu bowed his head and glanced at the portrait that was held by his hands: "Carving the other works."

"Well, I will contact you now."

......

M City.

Gu Yu had a meeting until nine o'clock and had not eaten dinner.

At the end of the meeting, he went to a Western restaurant near Gu's Building and ordered a steak and a cup of pure milk.

After the steak came up, he grimly cut his steak and stared at the phone on the table.

For two days, Song Wuxi did not give him a phone call, a message!