Hope You’ve Been Well

It's been tired, but fortunately, I can sleep late tomorrow. In the night, he curled up in the bed to play mobile phones, just got taken into the contact information of the words, this moment is immersed in the circle of friends.

It was originally unresolved, just a bit, I didn't expect to retreat. In the bedroom, black paint, only the mobile phone screen lightly shines, and the pointer of the heart of Zhuang Fan is sliding on the top.

"Wow ..." He took a photo and didn't help but make a low call.

If you didn't admit mistakes, the photo was a castle in the South France, known as the garden, Zhao Xiangqiu once went to the designer exchange meeting. Zhuang Forte recalled the moment, remember to remember the specific name of the castle, etc. Open the next picture, and have transferred from South France to South America.

The trails of the words are all over the world, and Zhuang Fan is browsing, as if it is in the world.

In addition to travel photos, there are also a lot of life, sports, playing guitar, and some of the photos of Gu Baosi wear. Zhuang Fan is quite unexpected, he did not expectant to be a person who is happy to share life.

Gradually browse to last year, Zhuang Fan found that three faces were repeated, and they should be a good friend. One of the photos is best, four bones are in an equestrian, looked at the lens in the horseback.

He couldn't help but think, and he walked down the off-road vehicle. He turned to the test paper tonight, it seems to have never laughed. As shown in the photo, there are several teeth, and the deep eyes are bent down, and the strong youth can be felt in the screen.

Zhuang Fan is unfortunately shakes his head. I don't know when this new neighbor can be happy and re-exposing such a smile.

Continue to browse, exotic or daily life, Zhuang Fan is very interested in every photo. However, take a picture every time, it seems to have just shown that there is, what to do, what, the sun is a bit awkward.

Suddenly turned to the only group of photos, there were four.

Zhuang Fan's heart, the photo is two people wearing a sword dress, seeing the environment seems to be game.

The pure white fencing suit is lifted and slim, and the outline of the human body is free, and the eyes of Zhuang Fan are attracted by the person in the right. The man is slightly higher, the wide shoulder, the long legs, which have this figure, which is afraid that there is nothing.

Appreciate the first one, he slipped over, the second photo of the sword is vivid, the two people's legs are ignored, and the war should be very intense. By the third, a slightly higher one side of the sword is bail, and the audience can be seen behind.

Zhuang Fan's heart slipped to the last one, and she suddenly took a breath.

This is a single photo, and the guys wearing a white fencing dress, holding the sword in one hand, holding a picking helmet, the whole person presents a relaxing and tall victory gesture. He is coming to the camera, looks, and the horse riding is different. He is calm and fortunate, and it is a must.

Zhuang Fan's heart slowly calling out a breath and sighed: "Zhen Shuai ..."

Unconsciously, I have passed the early morning, and Zhuang Fan gradually read all the photos of the friends circle, and buried her face in the pillow and felt odds.

When he fell asleep to the day, he woke up, Zhuang Xiangxi and Zhao Xiqiu were working, and there were no people in the house.

Zhuang Fan's heart is a toast, but it is very embarrassing, consciously writing homework in the study. After the two chemicals were written, he shifted to the massage chair, and opened the whole body and massage. After the first paragraph, the first paragraph began to get a disease.

If it is not a rush of whistle outside, Zhuang Fan is almost asleep. He went to the terrace to see a small truck to the door of Xue Jia, and the door was opened after the door.

Zhuang Fan hurriedly downstairs, stoping the mixed dog in front of his house, but he didn't see the dog owner of the lane.

No way, he had to send Demu to go back. On the second floor, he saw the sofa sitting in the living room, Gu Baoyuo pictures on the tea. Dogs run out, this brother is quiet here.

Careless words, not enthusiastic, "Just sit."

Zhuang Fan said: "If you don't like this dog, do you want to sell it?"

Gu Yan is very atmospheric: "Push you 2,000, take my sister and take away."

Gu Baoyu lifted his face: "I have no opinion."

Zhuang Fan's heart didn't have a temper. I even smiled. He walked over the pier before sitting in the sofa, opposite the other side.

The truck is parked downstairs, and there is construction in the bedroom. He asked: "Do you?"

Gu Yan said: "Decoration."

The action is very fast, Zhuang Fan is born with a bit of accomplishment, looking forward to the face of the room. A little low, he glanced at the box of the feet and asked: "What is this?"

The thorn, kneeling the cladding paper, remove a black guitar from the package. Zhuang Fan feels familiar, out of mouth: "Is the one in your friend circle?"

Calling: "Do you have seen?"

Zhuang Fan is embarrassed to smile, admitted: "In fact, I saw your circle of friends last night ... I saw it in the morning."

Some accidents have been somewhat accidental, gently finish, say: "It is some photos, what is good."

That tone can't hear a show, but in turn, it contains a unchaul. It is true that it is true that the truly does not love to send a friend, and he is questioned: "Since you don't like, why?"

"I know." Gu Baoyu was acknowledged, "said brother to his grandfather."

Xue Maozhen lived outside his life and loved freedom, but also scored grandson and granddaughter. Careless to get the interest, but in order to let the old man to solve the feelings of each other, always know their current situation.

Zhuang Fan did not expect this reason, it is inevitable: "There are also many beautiful scenery in Yucheng. You will live with Xue, you can send you a photo."

Care, the words, the scorpion: "No us,"

At that moment, the indifference is hidden, and Zhuang Fan is slightly, and the good explanation will open the angle. "There is no shot, I don't love photos." He gave himself a round field, "but it is also good to come."

Care, low-head chord, not moving.

Zhuang Fan's heart quickly touched the knee of the words, and he said: "Don't be happy, the show is listening."

Gu Yan, but mistakenly thought that Zhuang Fan Xin was spoiled, and then bounced. He tested the string, pinch the plug, and pay attention to the emotions in the eyes of Zhuang Fan after a small branch.

He asked: "Do you like?"

Zhuang Fan is nod, their family's art cells are in the art, and there are some innucence in art. He envyed as soon as he kissed, and he is good at people who are good at musical instruments.

He is very angry: "Guitar is difficult to learn?"

Gu Yu said: "If smart, there is no difficult thing in the world."

Zhuang Fan's heart: "I am smart from a small number of people ..."

This is the turn of the corner and try to try it. In front of you, Zhuang Fan's heartbabble wants to play guitar, he is migital: "Sitting, try."

Zhuang Fan is somewhat surprised, he and the guilty words are not familiar, and the understanding of each other is only in the name and gender, even the nation is not necessarily. What's important to say that I'm willing to reply, I didn't expect to take the initiative to teach him guitar.

He sat next to the words, this is to take it, and the hand that touches the strings is also attacked. He bounced a few times without rhythm, and then he was guilty of his finger, and the pair of puppet led.

After intermittent, the semi-headed songs, Gu Yu, clear why the music teacher is so expensive, he is tired enough, to ask: "Is it addicted?"

Zhuang Fuli replied: "Well, enjoy it."

He bite is slightly gravy, it is very sincere, and the answer is still staring at each other. Through the eyes, the photo of the horse in his mind is like flashing last night.

He said: "I still want to learn riding."

Care is a bit speechless: "Let your dad."

Zhuang Fan said: "I want to learn to fight."

How did this person get inch, and the words are silently at the feet, and they are all from you. But the courtespentry and the style are still there, he is perfunctory: "You still want to do anything, don't be polite."

Zhuang Fan donated: "I still want to see you laugh."

Calling, I don't know what expression of what to put on, and put the head to the other side pretending to be heard. Zhuang Fan saw the embarrassment of Gu Yi, afraid to take the other party, so quietly moved to the sofa.

He transferred the topic: "... In fact, I want to see what the little girl is painting."

Zhuang Fan's heart looks into the tea to see the treasure of the treasure, half of the half, did not look up, I originally used the medicine to use the child, but I took a picture.

More than a hundred watercolors, Gu Baoyan is the most embarrassment, and Zhuang Fanxin uses black to graffiti. His technique is extremely skillful, and a few minutes, then for the habit of writing his name on the foot.

Gu Baoyi: "Brother, when did you start learning to paint?"

Zhuang Vantra A: "Three years old."

Gu Bao said: "Then I can't come."

Zhuang Fan encouraged the sister, thinking of his text has not been back, so he got up and walked.

When the footsteps are far away, the words find that the painting of Zhuang Fan did not take, pick up, painting a pair of bones. The left hand line is booming, sharp, right hand is soft, natural, and six very thin lines in the palm of the hand are passing through the six strings of the guitar.

Gu Yan, took the painting to the balcony, bowed to see the figure of Zhuang Fan's head, he took out the phone dial, and Zhuang Fan's heart stopped back and looked back, and then turned on.

"Your painting didn't take it."

Zhuang Fan said: "Give it to you."

Gu Yu said: "Why is the two hands not?"

Zhuang Fan turned back, put the back to the other party, and said, "The left hand is now, the right hand is later. You are not very happy, I hope you will be happy."

Care is poked in poor: "What do you mean?"

"I don't know why you come to Yucheng, but I hope you can like it." Zhuang Fan is very gentle, "Now, your hand takes the dog, playing guitar, maybe in the near future, you can take it here Friends' shoulders, even people who like to hold. "

Care, mind, quietly look at the back of the heart. He had to admit that people who engage in art are more romantic, and they have to admit that he feels beautiful in Yucheng.

In the past few seconds, he opened: "Neighbor, go back to the head."

Zhuang Fan once again stopped, looking back to the balcony, seeing a little smile on the face of the words, although there is no deago, but he is sincere.

He also laughed, and his hand is lightly smiling.

How is it?

"Neighbors, don't laugh." Zhuang Fan said, "... I didn't have a key."

This is a smile, and the speech is also good: "Then you come up, then play."