Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming - Chapter 586

[Five hundred and eighty-four Spanish blood cows~Add more rewards for hehehehehehe and traces of emptiness]

Speaking of this, Cong Nianwei even chuckled, as if thinking of something, and put the sweetness on her face: “Actually, I already knew that Qin Guan had such a physique.”

“At that time, we were not familiar with him. I just sat in the corner of the playground, pretending to read Tolstoy’s poems, surrounded by the admiration of the little girls, but I saw a gray mouse, running from the cement hole under his seat in disgust ”

So, I’ve actually been paying attention to him for a long time, but he’s stupid and doesn’t know it at all.”

Hearing Cong Nianwei’s sudden remark about a past that no one knew about, Hilton beside him suddenly There is no such spirit in the beginning, that can win love with a sword.

She twitched her lips a little complicatedly, and glanced at Cong Nianwei’s expression beside her: “you fell in love with Qin Guan at school as much as I do now? How old were you then? When you first met.”

Cong Nianwei Shaking his head, the smile on his face became even bigger: “I pay attention to him, but it’s not because I like it, but because I’m curious. I just want to see if all species are very resistant to Qin Guan.”

“He himself may be He didn’t even notice that when other girls were watching his crush, and he was pretending, he startled up how many sparrows and cats and dogs on the roadside.”

“I observe Qin Guan as a daily comedy every day .

, added a lot of fun to my boring high school life.”

“Of course, he himself has more fun, and people with him are always happy.”

Cong Nianwei glanced at the side without saying a word .

Hilton, who bowed his head and drew circles with the tip of his high heels: “I met at the age of 15, and it has been 8 years now.”

“So, let me show you more. Loving someone is completely different from falling in love with someone. , and what women often don’t know the most is the difference between the two.”

What if what your rival in love said makes sense?

Hilton on the side looked at Cong Nianwei who had returned to her original state with complicated thoughts. At this time, she was waving her hand with a smile with Qin Guan who had already reached the destination.

Tasha Duduo, who was sitting by the fence outside her house, smiled and piled up the wrinkles on her face after seeing Lin Lun’s gesture.

Her old friend still likes to tease people like this, she shook her head slightly, put the latest illustration sketches at hand, and then spread a clean white paper on her lap.

“Mr. Lin Lun,

I’m here, how would you like to frame it?

Or am I free to play?

”

Qin Guan waved to the gathering group under the banyan tree opposite. The scenery here is even more beautiful and intoxicating. After passing through these lush bouquets, the vast and expansive countryside is displayed in front of Qin Guan’s eyes.

Lin Lun, who was opposite, suddenly showed eight teeth in a smile. He pointed to the fenced hut next to Qin Guan, and gestured, “Qin Guan, at the door of that wooden hut with red roof and white walls, right, right there. There, you hold on to the fence and look sideways over here!

”

Qin Guan, who was very conscientious during work hours, followed Lin Lun’s instructions very cooperatively and came to the corresponding position, but when he just stood up, he heard a ‘moo’ sound in his ear. His

face was black .

When Qin Guan of the line looked in the direction of Lin Lun and Tasha Duduo again, the two elderly people over there were about to fall down laughing among the flowers.

A beautiful little cow girl with black and white flowers, with Looking at her big ignorant eyes, she walked out wet from the half-closed fence gate.

As a semi-grazing farmer’s favorite flower cow, it is very important to a farm where strangers rarely appear. It

became very lively inside, and was very curious.

But after it saw a stranger standing outside its territory, a kind of contempt from the heart emerged spontaneously, so Cowgirl tried to protect her little girl. The nest, resolutely stepped out of her fence.

The bell on the neck of the ‘moo’ calf jingled with the step of its four hooves, and the warm summer wind blew its shiny hair. It

floats slightly.

There is a young man with long legs in front of it, and he happily plays the game of you chase me in the field full of cabbage.

What a dreamy pastoral scenery, green and green, red Gorgeous.

The drawing hands are flying on the paper, and the shutter is the most beautiful clicking sound in the world. The two artists have been deposited in their own unique creative atmosphere, and no one cares that this creates infinite for them. Inspired model too.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist, Qin Guan, please run hard for the art career of New New York.

Qin Guan in the picture did not dare to stop at this moment. Could it be that the cows behind him have the tradition of Spanish bullfighting?

At this time, he only had one thing in his mind, where did he wear red clothes?

If the color of his underwear were discarded, Qin Guan’s clothes today would be as refreshing as some noodles.

The setting sun was slightly slanted, and Tasha Duduo stopped the last line of paintbrush in her hand, while Lin Lun in the field had leisurely filled his pipe with the second pot of shredded tobacco.

Cong Nianwei, who was on the side, had quietly sorted out these first manuscripts, while Qin Guan, who was physically exhausted on the field ridge, had already given up on struggling.

He lay down on the head of the field in a big-shaped posture rather hopelessly, resignedly watching the little ox on top of his head gradually bring its big face closer.

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‘Moo’

a big pink tongue just licked Qin Guan’s face, making half of his face wet.

For the pleasure of playing with me, I admit that you are a guest on my farm!

This is your reward.

The night fell, and a little candle was lit in Tasha Duduo’s room. There was no electricity here, and the stove was also lit by pine bulbs. The drinking water in the manor was drawn from a mountain stream. This is the little bit of modernization. Pure natural life.

The milk in the cup is a gift from the heifer, the vegetables stewed in the big iron pot are the harvest in the field, and in the vase are wild flowers that Cong Nianwei didn’t know where to find, and everything is back to nature.

Of course, if you get rid of the very primitive wooden plank bed, it will squeak when you turn over. If the handmade wool blanket is a bit stinging, you will live in isolation here. Still very nice and relaxing.

It’s not too early for it to get dark, but for the farm without electricity, there is only one thing left to do.

(To be continued.)