[Drop it! I got the fondness of Mrs. Huo and Mrs. Huo!
[Drop it, Ho Chu Chu's fondness!
[Di! I received a fondness from Huang Chuan...!
[Di! In its middle-level situation, cumulatively succeeded once.
A series of messages has made the lecturer a little overwhelmed.
In the process of drawing and explaining the painting, she can't stop the desertion either.
At the end of the day, she took a sneak peek at the system while she was in the bathroom.
I felt a little shocked at first glance.
‘Recognition by others' rose 30 per cent in the morning.
Grandma Chan is really strong!
The spanking expert she brought in today, presumably has some reputation in society, and the old lady's circle of friends is not rich or expensive, making her experience grow.
The Huo family's fondness prompt, Gu Shi thought it was wrong at first. Later, she knew what had happened when the prompt for successful painting results popped up.
It's her "Meng Jiang Girl" that worked!
It's a painting with a seven-lover desire!
She wanted to paint a picture of the filial filial piety of Mother and Son, which aroused the conscience of Big Huo's mother.
But then it was rejected, even if Mother Ho was touched by the stories of other mothers, so what?
Does she really realize she's wrong?
After all these years, but no matter what love is, can she really realize what's wrong with abandoning her child?
I'm afraid painting the stories of Meng Mother, Godfather and Meng Mother Sanqian doesn't have this effect!
But Meng Jiang was different, ostensibly expressing the wife's grief at the loss of her husband, but actually ironically, at the time, the social labour was excessive and the people did not talk about the inherent background.
Build the Great Wall and die, tired, labored... how come there is no saying that this husband was killed by Meng Kang Girl?
She just wants Big Brother Huo's mother to wake up!
Who knows tomorrow and the accident, which one comes first?
Who can guarantee their longevity?
Why blame one person's life and death on another person? There is no direct connection!
Master Gu sighed.
The emotion of painting at the time was so angry that she didn't have the usual little scribbles.
Because the soft font is not enough to express her indignation, and the eagerness to pry Granny Huo's head, a raw grass drainage will make her feel comfortable!
“Got a good feeling, didn't I? ”
She looked at the system and tangled.
However, even if she managed to pry Big Huo's head open, she would not want to deal with them for the time being.
The Huo family, apart from the fact that Huo Chuchu is still true, others... forget it.
Even Huo Wencheng, who liked him, is not clear in his head, otherwise his character is a problem.
Even when it happened, he was too young to understand.
But now it's time to understand that the Croats and all that is not in keeping with the superstition of modern society!
He didn't even have his younger sister Huo Chu Chu to come to his head. Huo Wencheng's male lead was kind of written down by the author... No wonder he would like Gu Tu Shuang, he was stunned a few times, he probably turned dizzy.
The two of you are perfect!
Master Gu shook his head.
“Forget it, all I have to do is teach people a lesson and I'm done! ”
She returned to the studio with all her heart to continue her classes.
At this moment, the Chen family is like a farce.
Mother Huo suddenly collapsed and cried, then put on presbyopia glasses and carefully looked at the painting, and began to shed tears.
Both belong to widowers.
The grief and sadness of the images remind them of their own destiny.
At this moment, I feel empathy.
They have completely replaced the role of Meng Kang Girl, hating only the tears that fell, and cannot replace their dead husbands.
Standing in front of the painting, they all thought the painter was amazing.
Not only is the painting mature and flawless, but it's like knowing the pain of cutting their skin. This painting, creating the water color loss, is actually expressing the pain of their bereaved husband!
“Either this painter has lost a loved one, or he has a story around him. ”
Vice President Huang Chuan was emotional.
So more and more people, they're surrounded by the past.
After all, Lady Chen is older, and many friends of her own age have always had several unfortunate widows.
Even sentiments of old age are enough to break the hearts of loved ones and loved ones.
Therefore, Mother Huo and Grandmother Huo stood in front of the painting and wept, and the people beside them could not persuade them.
Finally, more and more people, standing in front of the painting, began to shed tears.
Emotions are contagious.
The same is true of grief. Everyone stood together, and the finely shattered cry quickly reached everyone's heart like a virus. He looked up at the sadness of Meng Jiang woman in this ink and thought of himself or his elders who were helpless... or associating himself with what would happen if one day his spouse died...
I couldn't help but cry all over the hall.
Huo Chuchu's eyes also turned red.
Chen Kexin, one late step, a fog, surprised.
Subsequently, red eyes were added as well.
It's like watching a movie, seeing a sad spot, people next door start sneaking around with paper towels to wipe the corners of their eyes, quickly start to infect themselves... and then suffocate the sadness and spread the whole place.
When Mother Huo and Grandmother Huo finished crying and felt how they could not control themselves, they still regretted the breakdown in their hearts, but found that they were crying, and they were also shocked!
Again, their faces are changing.
Mrs. Chan's own brother, seems to have died of heart failure last year.
The old man of the Zhang family, got cancer three years ago.
Li's brother-in-law, like a 20-year-old mountaineering accident.
Grandma Gu was also ill in the early years and let go of her hands.
……
Normally, when everyone cried today, they realized that everyone was sad.
Only the Huo men died accidentally?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Mother Huo and old lady Huo's heart contracted.
They used to think they were the worst.
The top beam pillars of the house are gone, only the women are left... but now look around, there are many widowed fathers, and the tragedy of a white haired man sending a brunette!
Earn more money and have an excellent standard of living.
But most people in this circle are overworked, or they drink and play for what they deserve. Men are basically three high heels and lack resting subhealth!
They felt the worst more than a decade ago, and the world collapsed.
But losing loved ones, the world collapsing, they're not the only ones?
Mother Huo and old lady Huo looked at the red-eyed women around her and their expressions got a little complicated.
When one suddenly finds out that others are more miserable than oneself, what qualifies one to continue to complain about Tianyu?
When Master Gu left work, rubbed her shoulder back to the villa and took a hot bath, she received a series of messages from Grandma Chen and Kexin.
[Happy Fat House: I cried. Today, hey, I cried with a few old sisters, finally holding my head...]
[Meow: My grandmother's exhibition almost turned into a... memorial service... scary... but the pair of "Meng Jiang Woman" even watched me as a single dog, it hurts my heart. How did Mr. Gu do that?
Chen Kexin is also a student of Master Gu.
But Master Gu was unable to answer.
How did you do that?
Oh, fuck the system!
Junior was in a situation where she could barely do it several times herself.
But this affects people's desire, makes people cry and cry, and substitutes them in the painting, just... It's a little difficult, she hasn't touched the tips, she doesn't realize anything yet.
[Practice more.
She replied briefly and handsomely to the student.
Can only be exchanged a few more times, try to feel it, see if you can sum up what the pattern is!
[Fat House Happily sent you a live video.
Master Gu was curious to open the place and stayed.
The scene was really a crying whimper, this fluttering, a bunch of people where to look at the painting, it was like a memorial service, Chen Meow was right!
Sweat!
She quit and stopped watching the video.
Terrible!
The consequences of this skill are enormous.
[Happy Fat House: A lot of people want me to introduce you to them, I sent them your WeChat, whatever you want.
It means ignoring it, ignoring the teacher.
Master Gu went to work during the day without the old phone touching the ink.
Now that the evening has turned over, there are more chat windows for strangers.
Some wanted to say hello, some wanted to ask for a painting, some wanted her to participate in the National Painting Exchange... even Ho Chuchu sent a message.
[Sister-in-law, my mom and grandma also want your painting ORZ... on the way home today, they used up all the paper towels in the car, tears and snot together.
[By the way, they look at your paintings and they seem to think of you! Sister, how did you do it? It's amazing!
Master Gu drips sweat.
Is it working?
Da Che, Da Da Enlightenment, crying and drooling?
She replied to Ho Chu Chu, indicating that she did not have time to paint her mother for the time being.
Others, she hasn't returned yet.
She's busy.
Where's all the time?
After bathing, Master Gu shook his head and sighed.
She's a poor guy who's systematically forced to highlight the Korean drama scene!
Simply wrapping her wet hair in a dry hat, she sighed sadly, then fatally lit up the chicken against the task in the system.
“Dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot ”
Finally, her index finger belly unfortunately landed on the coffee KISS.
Great, midnight, coffee!!! Wonderful!!!
Master Gu did not believe in her life, but thought about it, it is not always necessary to cook noodles in the middle of the night, force the boss to eat the same one as her, she can not hold a paper towel to meet people... so she can only bite her teeth and flush a Nestlé 3-in-1 cup into the cat claw cup in the room!
She bought it at the supermarket with Ling Xiaomei after lunch break!
A whole box, twelve.
She doesn't believe it. Twelve times isn't going to work!
When Master Gu finished thinking, he held the cup, raised his chest, walked out of his room and stepped onto the Persian carpet in the hallway outside...
Cleared his voice and knocked on the boss's study door.
Then she bowed her head and poured a big mouthful of milk cake!
The most important thing is to have a foam around your lips... hmm!
Damn...
At the opening of the study door, Master Gu suddenly thought of the fatal defect!
No instant coffee brewed!
Muddy!
Her little face was twisted.
“Oh, Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho, do you want coffee? ”
Shin Huo's handsome figure just appeared at the door and heard such a sand sculpture.
The author has something to say: It's four minutes away, but I'm here!
See you tomorrow. Oh, only one day off this week. Ow! But everyone still has to have a good weekend!