Jiang Keyan's horse with the same bangs seems to have never been seen after the earthquake.
When Fu Qinqi heard the bad news, he immediately went out to look for it, because it was a horse he had never been willing to ride since he was a child. It may be because he was tired from the trip to and from Maplewood City last time, and the small noodle shop was located at the center of the earthquake. , frightened, decided not to stay in the stable, but to be a horse galloping recklessly on the grassland.
"I really want to go out with my little brother, sit and draw in the village all day long, and my buttocks will get boils after a long time."
Jiang Keran walked back and forth, but the pen Jiang Shunhao gave her was still clutched in his hand.
The weather began to gradually turn dark, and Jiang Keran always felt that the fuel on his big finger could not be washed clean, so he washed it with water over and over again.
"In the past, well water was used, but now tap water can be used. It is really the economic development of Changshi Town."
After Jiang Keyan sighed for a while, he continued to rub the mud balls on his hands. It seemed that the green color that could not be removed no matter what, began to slowly develop color at night.
"The unlucky ghost sent me, wouldn't it be fluorescent fuel?"
Jiang Keran had heard of a painting that would light up at night, but she had never tried it. It was not until she reopened the painting bag that she realized that all the paintings painted by this pen were fluorescent colors, which attracted a lot of attention. Fewer fireflies.
Jiang Keyan placed these paintings one by one on the ground, gently raised her eyelids, like a dreamlike scene, she had never observed Changshi Town at night, it was so beautiful.
There are countless stars in the sky, meteor showers that can often be seen, and every stone on the ground, like a meteorite, has a burning smell. It seems that the villagers in Changshi Town have been reluctant to leave here because of a kind of Passed down from generation to generation.
Suddenly, Jiang Keran's nose turned sour, as if he thought that if she could be so firm, no matter how Shangguan Liuyun treated her, she would not leave the Jiang family, and perhaps no one would forcefully drive her away.
"Now, it's too late to say these things, I missed many opportunities, who will come back to pick me up, Jiang Keran, you are such a bastard, there will be no good things wherever you go, I really don't know about the disaster in Changshi Town, Did you bring it? Otherwise, you should hurry up and draw. After all, the toilets are going to run out of paper. In order not to make you, the toilet painter, sad, the village chief must let the free paper pass your signature before it can be used. I am worried that the buttocks of the villagers will also turn into fluorescent colors."
Jiang Keran let out a vent, and there was a light brighter than fireflies in the distance. She knew that it was a vehicle.
"Is my mother here to pick me up? Impossible. I'm not her daughter. She came here out of pity for me. These drawing papers are what my mother brought me last time. They can be washed, but they are a little Flowers, what does that matter, they can dry out in the air, and painters just don¡¯t care about trifles.¡±
Jiang Ke murmured to himself, but also stood on tiptoes, staring at the headlights of the car that was getting closer and closer, like a left-behind child waiting for the return of the adults at home.
"Mom?"
Jiang Keran tentatively yelled softly, but got no response, but Fu Qinqi came back with the horse, not willing to ride it. It was picked up by Niu Anshi's wife Wu Yihe, who moved to Fuyu Village , but Fu Qinqi found night from daytime.
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