Chapter 190: Van Gogh's Starry Sky

Chapter 190: Van Gogh's Starry Sky

  Chapter 190 Van Gogh's Starry Sky

   "Happy New Year." Wen Hua looked back and looked into his deep eyes, "Do you want to go out and play?"

   "You don't keep the old age anymore?"

   "I want to go outside with you for the New Year's Eve."

  Xi Mo paused, "Okay, you can go if you want."

   "I'm going to get the car keys!"

  Xi Mo was waiting in the yard, and soon she came out with a scarf.

   "Tell grandpa and the others?"

   “Say, they let us have fun.”

  Wen Hua spread out the scarf, stood on tiptoes and wrapped it around him.

   "Where did you get the scarf?"

  He is not afraid of the cold, and there is never such a thing as a scarf or gloves in the closet. This scarf is black, the workmanship is not fine, and it doesn't look like hers.

   "I knit it."

  Xi Mo paused, "When did you weave it?"

   "For several years."

  The car drove out of the Liuyue Mansion, and he opened his thin lips lightly, "Knitting it for me?"

   A very light but clear 'um' came into the eardrum.

"Didn't you have a lot of free time in college?" Wen Wei bit her lips. "At that time, it was popular to weave scarves for boyfriends when they were in love. Roommates would hide under the desks to weave scarves quietly in class. I thought it was fun and bought wool balls. Others I knit it for my boyfriend, but if I don’t have one, I have to knit it for myself, the scarf is blue, and I don’t know where I lost it when I wore it out to play.”

  Xi Mo: "Then mine."

"After that piece was lost, I had a reason to weave another one, and I chose black on purpose. I knew I couldn't give it to you, and I was thinking about you every stitch and thread when weaving. I thought I would never give it away in this life, after all My technique is not very refined, as you can see, it is a defective product. I never thought that I can be so honest now, and have such courage to give you, it was really unthinkable before."

  Everyone will have sour memories during adolescence, even she cannot avoid low self-esteem.

   Fortunately, she survived.

  It turns out that I grew up so well, I can do what I didn't dare to do before, and I can express my feelings easily.

  Xi Mo clicked his tongue and rubbed her hair, "So pitiful."

   "Who said it was a defective product? The one you woven by yourself is much more beautiful than those mass-produced on the market. This is the first scarf in my life. I like it very much. The little magpie has a heart."

  He hooked his lips and smiled slightly. She had remembered him thinking of him all these years, and ever since she knew that he was not the only one maintaining the business of this relationship, the sense of joy had been lingering.

  Happiness is a little unreal.

  If it's a dream, such a beautiful dream, it's better not to wake up.

  In the past, he always thought that she was rational and elegant, and would not fall into love affairs. He couldn't imagine what it would be like for her to fall in love with someone. Now he saw her love him with his own eyes.

  The tenderness is like water, making people fondle admiringly.

  The person who has been thinking about you for so many years suddenly says that she also misses you and loves you for many years, anyone will feel unreal.

   Wonderful as a bubble phantom.

   "Little magpie?" Wen Wei pursed her lips, "Why do you..."

   "Didn't grandpa call you that?"

   "Then grandpa is grandpa, your name is too shameful..."

   "The little magpie is so cute, why are you ashamed?" Xi Mo raised his eyebrows, "Could it be called baby?"

   "Huh? What do you think of that name, baby?"

  His voice is too soft.

   Especially when deliberately teasing people, the deliberate bass is like a subwoofer in the throat, very provocative.

  Wen Hua, who had no resistance to him, was a little confused when he yelled out the phrase "baby" solemnly.

   "Don't call it that, change it..."

   "Baby? Wife?" He thought for a moment, moved his lips, "My woman?"

  Blushing, Wen Hua bit her lip and parked the car.

   "Call me as usual, don't you like calling me Wen Hua by my first and last name, I think it's fine."

He said lazily, "It turns out that you have been secretly thinking about me calling you by your first and last name, because you think your name sounds good, so you want to call you more, and you don't call you Huahua because too many people call you, it's nothing It's special, so I don't want to call it. Since you are dissatisfied with me calling you by your first name and surname, today I just took this opportunity to find a new address, which is only for me."

   "Qingqing used to be nice, so I will call you Qingqing from now on?"

   "No, you'd better call me Wen Hua."

  She was about to unbuckle her seat belt, and was wrapped in a man's arms, with a lazy and magnetic voice, "Don't, I want to come up with one tonight, other couples have affectionate names."

  The clear and pleasant scent of cedar came to my face, and Wen Hua's heart beat a little faster, "I didn't expect it."

   "Then keep the title baby, how about it, little Wenhua?"

  Her heart beat heavily, and her crow-like black eyelashes trembled visibly.

  Xi Mo stared at her with interest in his eyes, "Oh, so you like the name Xiao Wenhua?"

  She lowered her eyebrows and said nothing.

   This delicate and obedient appearance is really alluring. Pressing her waist, she covered her with a hot kiss.

   Said he was out to play, but he was in the parking lot for almost half an hour, and the screen of the phone turned on with a ding in the darkness.

   "Hmm..." Wen Hua remembered the business, pushed him away and panted, "It's almost New Year's Eve, so we can't delay here."

  Xi Mo pecked her delicate lips, "I've already changed your name, so you should too."

   "For what?"

  "The two words I want to hear the most." He circled her waist with his thumb, causing her to tremble, "We'll get out of the car after calling."

  Wen Wei pursed her lips and shouted softly: "...Husband, it's New Year's Eve, let's get out of the car quickly."

  He raised the corners of his lips in a good mood, "Okay, take Xiao Wenhua to New Year's Eve."

There were too many people in the square, so the two went to the restaurant opposite the landmark building in the city center. The restaurant has a good view, and you can see the New Year’s Eve people on the square. Opposite is a huge big screen, and you can be here on the hour The countdown is quiet and romantic.

   "Dad and I also sat in this seat last time." Wen Wei looked out the window, "Someone confessed his love that day, wrapped up the big screen outside, and there are many drones flying in the sky, very romantic."

   "Really." Xi Mo poured a glass of warm water for her, "Why don't we cover the screen at the wedding and get 520 drones for fun?"

  Wen Hua was amused, "It's too exaggerated, is it a Mary Su plot?"

"dislike?"

   She shakes her head.

   "Then don't use drones. I see that you like flowers very much. Let me give you a wedding like a sea of ​​flowers."

  “I like a simpler one, don’t have too many people, just have the best relatives and friends.”

   "Okay, what you say is what you say."

  Wen Hua glanced at the time, and it was five minutes before New Year's Eve.

   "Xi...husband."

  The man cast his eyes like a clear pool, "Huh?"

   "You seem to like fireworks very much. When you watch fireworks, there is light in your eyes, and the whole person will be quiet, appreciating, and thinking."

  “Because my mother likes it, my favorite thing to do when I was a child is to watch fireworks with her. When I see fireworks, I think of her.”

   "I saw a picture of my mother-in-law at my grandfather's."

"Yeah?"

   "She is beautiful and as gentle as my mother. I like her just by looking at her."

  Xi Mo chuckled, "If she is still here, she will still like you."

   "You still like Van Gogh, right?"

"Um."

  Wen Hua looked at the last minute, smiled and rolled his eyes, "How about I give you a Van Gogh's starry sky?"

  Xi Mo was about to speak, when suddenly a loud and orderly crowd shouted from the square downstairs, "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

  After the number on the big fiery red screen changed to '1', colorful fireworks exploded on the screen.

"Happy New Year!"

  The voices of the New Year's Eve crowd downstairs are magnificent.

  In an instant, the fireworks barrels in all directions could only hear the sound but could not see their shadows. Dozens of fireworks rushed into the night sky, and exploded with a dull and deep sound. In an instant, a wonderful picture of the sky was drawn.

   Those are not ordinary fireworks, they are fireworks awards developed by masters of high-tech fireworks masters to restore world famous paintings.

  The restless and curly nebula, the turbulent blue-green torrent, are copied from the drawing paper to the real night sky in the form of fireworks, constructing a fantasy and beautiful starry sky that is out of reality but in reality.

  Express the crazy and extremely beautiful illusion world created by Vincent van Gogh in another form of art.

  The people who looked at this huge artistic masterpiece were shocked by the beauty, and burst into cheers and shouts.

  Xi Mo withdrew his gaze from the famous painting blooming in the night sky, his black eyes narrowed, and looked at her, "You prepared this?"

   "Yeah." The corners of her lips curled up, "I always felt that the gifts I gave you before were a little out of mind. You bought me a crown, and I must show it."

  The man stared at her silently for a moment, the blood flowed hotly into his heart, burning his whole body.

   wanted to rub her into his arms hard.

  At this moment, even if she put him on fire, he would go without hesitation.

  (end of this chapter)