“Where is the lounge?”

Chen Fu said with a side face: "I want to practice the piano tonight, so I will send you downstairs first."

Bian Xuedao covered his stomach and asked, "I'll go to the bathroom first."

After sitting in the bathroom for 15 minutes, he was considering how to go out and stay in the studio and not leave. Chen Fu knocked on the door twice and said, "Little wolf dog, come out, I won't drive you away."

The side of Xuedao, who was sitting on the toilet wearing pants, was stunned. What? Little wolf dog? Who is the Little wolf dog?

He stood up, walked over and opened the door, and asked Chen Fu: "Who is the little wolf dog?"

Chen Fu hugged her arms, leaned against the door, and glanced at the toilet in the bathroom: "You lift your pants very quickly! Why don't you flush it?"

What is this called?

"Picking your pants is very fast", it feels so like I don't admit my pants!

I saw the lounge.

There are two rooms in total, one is the largest for employees to rest, and the other is the small one is a rich and dedicated lounge.

I opened the door with a key and followed Chen Fu in and found that this lounge also had an attic, with an area of ​​more than 50 square meters, and was designed as a jumping floor. There were beds on the upper and lower floors, sofas on the upper and lower floors, wardrobes on the wardrobe and bathrooms, and the functions were very complete.

Yellow lights, white sofas, light pink curtains, and ink paintings of lotus and goldfish on the walls. This is not a lounge, it is a very real apartment.

Bian Xuedao asked Chen Fu: "Did you set this place up?"

Chen Fu looked up at the patterns on the wall and said, "People who have been wandering always want to prepare more habitat for themselves."

Looking at the plants in the room and the very lifelike details of the corners, Bian Xuedao said: "You are not a habitat, you are a peach blossom land!"

In a prominent position on the bookshelf, there is an ocarina.

Bian Xuedao pointed at Tao Li and asked Chen Fu: "Can you buy this in Germany?"

Chen Fu did not answer, took out the bathrobe from the closet, walked to the bathroom, and said without looking back: "There is wine in the cabinet behind the sofa, I want to drink it myself."

Bian Xuedao asked: "Why don't you have a TV here?"

Chen Fu said in the door: "I couldn't understand it at first, but later I felt it was noisy."

Looking at the closed bathroom door and listening to the fragrant and casual words, Bian Xuedao smiled on his face.

Compared to when he was living with him, it became fragrant, or it was completely returned.

The fragrance of the strong appearance and weak heart at the beginning, and the future is confused and cautious, disappeared, replaced by a fragrance of more mature, more confident and more elegant.

Despite the help of Bian Xuedao, Chen Fu did support the world independently in a foreign country. After her 33rd birthday, she finally found the best self.

The elegance that Shen Fu exudes now is not based on clothes and conversation, but on the sense of freedom brought by the years, which makes people have to like it and be moved by it.

Half an hour later, Chen Fu walked out in his bathrobe.

Seeing Chen Fu looking at him, Bian Xuedao said, "I just washed it in the morning."

Chen Fu ignored him, took out a bottle of red wine from the cabinet, carried a wine glass, and raised his legs to the stairs.

Bian Xuedao wanted to follow him, turned around and looked at him with deep meaning.

Bian Xuedao had no choice but to go back honestly and said, "I don't have a bathrobe."

Chen Fu didn't say anything, and used his eyes to signal him to search in the closet.

Bian Xuedao walked over and opened the wardrobe. There was a gray coral velvet men's bathrobe hanging inside.

He took out his bathrobe and looked at Chen Fu.

Chen Fu said: "I bought it the day before yesterday, I washed it."

After saying that, Chen Fu turned around and continued walking upstairs.

The day before yesterday... I received a call from me and went to buy a bathrobe, but I forced myself to walk with her for a day and run for two days before I brought me here.

This woman!

Bian Xuedao took a shower happily and went upstairs with his bathrobe. He saw Chen Fu covered his quilt and leaning against the bedside reading a book. The bottle was placed on the bedside table and the wine glass was held in his right hand. The most eye-catching thing was the emerald green hairband on Chen Fu's head.

Bian Xuedao walked over naturally, lifted the quilt and put it on the bed, stood up, leaned against it, turned his head and asked Chen Fu: "What are you looking at?"

Chen Fu took a sip of wine and said, "Collection of Prose."

Bian Xuedao asked: "Whose?"

Chen Fu said: "Yang Jiang."

The little wolfdog Bian Xuedao asked persistently: "She has a collection of prose?"

Chen Fu said: "Yes, "Invisible Clothes."

He leaned over to Chen Fu and asked, "Is it interesting to write?"

Chen Fu said: "I think it's pretty good. I've read this book for the third time."

Bian Xuedao got together again and asked, "It's so good?"

The fragrant little movement of learning Taoism, said, "I'll read a few words for you?"

Bian Xuedao inexplicably thought of "The Reader", and then quickly put aside the irrelevant association: "Okay!"

Chen Fu put the wine glass on the bedside table, flipped a few pages, and read softly: "The British and Americans compared society to snake traps. The snakes squeezed in the traps were desperately drilling out of their heads, poking out, and excluding other snakes, and pressing them down... You go up and down, live and die, and constantly struggling and fighting. You can't get out of your head, and you'll be buried in your life for the rest of your life; drilling out of your head is like jumping beads and droplets sitting on the top of the waves in the sea, shining with the light of the sun and the moon, which can be said to be a real man's success. Life is short, and the moment on the top of the waves can also be a symbol of life achievement, which is enough to be proud."

After a pause, Chen Fu said again: "The ancients in our country said that people are like people. Westerners have similar words. This is just to encourage others to work hard and not give up on themselves. The Spanish proverb says, what to do, what to become. A person's superiority does not depend on status, and does not rely on his origins, but only depends on your own achievements."

Chen Fu reads clearly, but listens confusedly while learning Taoism.

But I haven't read this essay that Chen Fu has read before. I wish I could take the book over and read it carefully to analyze what Chen Fu wants to express.

The reading continued: "I once saw a small blue and white blue in the grass. I often guessed whether the grass flower called forget-me-not in the West, because it is too small and difficult for people to see it. But I think that a wild apple and wild vegetable bloom a small flower to repay the grace of the sunshine, rain and dew, and do not ask others to forget-me-not. The so-called grass and trees have their original intentions, so why ask for beauty to be broken?"

The plants and trees have their true hearts, so why do you want to win a beauty?

Could it be that Chen Fu wants to draw a clear line?

Chen Fu is still reading: "I love reading the sentence "Dongpo Dongpo is like a sea to hide, and I also admire the so-called land sinking in Zhuangzi... There are birds above the snake trap; there are also swimming fish in the pond next to the snake trap. Throughout history, some people have avoided the snake trap and hid or land sinking. They disappear into the crowd, like water droplets enclosed in the sea water, like tiny wild flowers hidden in the grass, do not ask for forget-for-me-not, do not ask for peonies, be at ease and comfortable, and get what they can do... Keep their innocence, become natural, and devote themselves to completing what they can do."

Can't listen!

After coming to Germany for a while, he became a literary young woman. He was short and he would keep his feelings for him before chatting about him.

While Chen Fu was still looking for a sentence, he leaned forward while learning to press Chen Fu over, and went to get the wine glass on the bedside table, saying, "I'm thirsty when I take a bath."

Chen Fu sighed, put the book aside, and said, "That cup is mine, I just used it."

Bian Xuedao took the cup and drank the wine inside in one sip. He looked at Chen Fu and asked, "What's wrong with using it? Indirect kissing?"

Chen Fu pushed Bian Xue and said, "Little wolf dog, go down, this is my bed."

"good!"

Bian Xuedao jumped to the ground, pulled the quilt down, spread it on the ground, then picked up Chen Fu and placed it on the quilt, and asked, "Okay, it's not on the bed, is it okay?"

Seeing Chen Fu not answering, Bian Xuedao began to stretch out his hand to untie the belt around Chen Fu's waist.

Chen Fu pressed his hand and said, "Little wolf dog, there is no mood at all."

Mood?

Bian Xuedao asked: "What kind of mood do you want?"

Chen Fu blushed and said, "No matter, if I am not satisfied, don't think about it...well...you..."

While Chen Fu was still negotiating, Bian Xuedao had already untied his straps and separated his bathrobe.

The scenery in front of you is so beautiful!

The little wolf dog lowered his head, used his mouth and hands together, twisted his body, avoiding attack, and said, "No, you have no mood..."

Bian Xuedao leaned on Shen Fu and said in her ear: "You just read prose for me, I'll reply to you an ancient poem."

As he spoke, his hands were not at all restless and wandered like a fish on Shen Fu's body.

"This poem is called "The Peach Blossom Spring". You must have read it, but I changed it a little."

Bian Xuedao's fingers were very light, like the wind blowing through the tip of grass, like birds passing by the water, like snow melting as soon as it fell, gently and itchy, drawing circles on Shen Fu's skin one by one.

As his fingers slide downward without any obstacles, Bian Xuedao blew a sigh of relief into Chen Fu's ears and said, "Politics are like this... I'm walking in the stream, forgetting the distance of the road, and suddenly I met the peach blossom forest."

Chen Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, bit his lips, and tried hard to restrain himself, and moans lingered between his throat and lips.

Just when she was almost adapting to this fingering, her naughty fingers changed the rhythm, like the light rain hitting the window frame on a plum rain, like a young horse venting her excess energy on the grassland with running, and like an elegant pianist playing on her beloved piano.

The hateful voice sounded again in Shen Fu's ears: "The grass on the shore is sparse, thin, delicate, and colorful. The little wolf dog is very strange. He moves forward again, trying to penetrate the forest."

"Well..." Chen Fu said hatefully: "Little wolf dog, you admit that you are the little wolf dog."

Bian Xuedao whispered: "Okay, I'm a little wolfdog. The little wolfdog likes the way you tied your hairband just now, it's very beautiful."

The words "very beautiful" were completely moved.

She erupted like a volcano, wrapped her arms around Bian Xuedao's neck, raised her head affectionately, pecking the little wolf dog's lips, chin, cheeks, and intermittent requests in the middle: "...Little wolf dog... Give it to me..."

Bian Xuedao said in Shen Fu's ear like a devil: "Don't worry, the poem has not been finished yet... The forest has water sources, and it has a mountain with a small mouth, pink color, a moment..." As he said that, his fingers moved: "Soon, he entered through the mouth, and it was very narrow, and he was able to understand people...Oh!"

Very shy, he used force on his upper body and bite him on Bian Xuedao's shoulder.

"Oh... it hurts... stop biting... I won't recite poetry anymore! I won't recite it anymore!"

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Chapter completed!