Chapter 3082 Rebirth: You Are My Heartbeat (Thirty-Four)

Yunman spent a whole day arranging all kinds of daily necessities for the girl, big and small, clearly and meticulously.

others watching,

only one feeling,

As for?

The plane was at three o'clock in the afternoon, and Yunman sent Ranbai there, talked with Shi Qingci for a few words, and finally said: "It's time for the doctor."

"It doesn't matter." The young doctor is cold and gentlemanly, with just the right poise, and won't make Yunman feel too alienated, nor will he feel too enthusiastic.

An attitude of neither arrogance nor impetuosity is a rare and introverted temperament in the 21st century.

True nobility.

These five words are very suitable to describe him.

Yunman smiled, "Then I will ask you to take care of Baibai for a few days. This time I have been abroad for a long time, and I have to go, and there is no one to take care of me at home. Recently, Baibai is a bit special. No one is around, I always If you don't worry, after thinking about it, it's rare that you can rest assured."

"Please rest assured, Auntie." Shi Qingci said, "She will not have any problems with me."

It's elegant and strong.

That aura is easily convincing.

Yunman was very satisfied, and after chatting for a few more words, he reluctantly said goodbye to Ranbai and left.

The girl was sitting on the sofa alone, wearing a snow-white sweater, against which her complexion was cold and pale, she looked very beautiful and fragile, and she was too cold.

She lowered her eyes and said nothing.

This is Shi Qingci's private villa that he bought for the convenience of his work. He usually lives alone, but now there is another Ranbai.

Shi Qingci closed the door, walked towards Ranbai, "Which room do you want to live in?"

Dye Bai with a finger.

He didn't hesitate, Qinggui said: "Okay."

"I need to pack some things, you wait, call me if there is anything to do." Shi Qing said in a light voice: "Just treat this as your home."

Dyebai said thank you.

After all, it still brings distance and indifference.

But Shi Qingci is not in a hurry, he has always been patient all his life.

It was already an hour later when everything was sorted out by Shi Qingci.

It was only after this that Ranbai found out that the room she had chosen was actually the master bedroom.

It is the place where Shi Qing Ci lived before.

But she picked it casually at the time, and Shi Qing Ci didn't tell her.

Now that it's been replaced, the doctor has a certain degree of cleanliness, and sprayed disinfectant everywhere.

It is not easy to change it when it is dyed white.

After all, it's not good to torment people.

In order to express his apology, it was rare for Ranbai to take the initiative to ask: "What do you have for lunch?"

Shi Qing was slightly taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, the girl who had been sitting on the sofa shook her phone, and said with a cold and serious face, "I'll order you takeaway."

Feng Luo: "..."

Host, are you serious? !

Yes.

How could it forget? Even if the host has amnesia, it should not know how to cook, but it still can't.

With the host's limited ability, it's not going to a restaurant, it's ordering takeaway, or asking someone to do it.

Shi Qingci said no, he gently rolled up a part of his sleeves, the silvery white cuff buttons revealed a faint haze, revealing a white wrist, noble and indifferent drooping eyes: "I'll make it for you."

Ranbai: "...Huh?"

The doctor explained: "I usually do it myself."

In fact, Ranbai felt that it was more convenient and convenient to order takeaway, but since Shi Qingci said so, she didn't say anything else.

Ranbai couldn't help with such a magical thing as cooking, maybe it would be a waste of help, but Ranbai didn't have that interest.

She ran out with a series of tools such as drawing boards and paints.

This is the villa area, the precious flowers and green plants pruned around are very good, when the breeze blows, the apricot blossoms are white, and the petals flutter down, swirling in mid-air, the fragrance of the flowers is refreshing.

Ranbai likes the scenery here.

Simple yet refined.

When Shi Qing's Ci was finished and he came out to look for Ranbai, he raised his eyes slightly and saw such a beautiful picture.

The girl is sitting among the lush apricot trees, in front of a drawing board, on which is a half-finished painting, where all the colorful paints are placed, and she is holding a pen and drawing carefully.

The snow-white apricot blossoms fluttered, and a few light-white gentle rays of sunlight passed through the gaps in the treetops and jumped all over the place, falling on the tip of the girl's slender eyelashes, which were plated with fine and beautiful light gold, outlining the white and beautiful beauty. The silhouette of her profile is like a clear and clean landscape painting, but her temperament is too cold and quiet, like a bottomless cold pool, with an inherent sense of distance that cannot be approached.

The appearance of holding a paintbrush in front of the drawing board is a bit quiet, indifferent, cold and childish, full of youthfulness.

Shi Qingci just watched quietly, and didn't step forward to disturb.

because he knows

Similar to this situation, no matter who it is, I don't want anyone to interrupt the inspiration and thoughts of creation.

He respects her.

Ranbai's sensitivity has always been very strong, and she had already noticed Shi Qingci's arrival as early as the first time. Since Shi Qingci didn't move, she didn't care about it.

Until she draws the last stroke.

A perfect quiet landscape painting vividly appeared on the paper, once overlapping and overlapping with the picture in front of me, true and false, vivid and indifferent.

Shi Qingci took a serious look at the painting dyed white.

He knew that she painted very well and had seen her before.

I have to admit that,

The individualism in her paintings is so strong that it cannot be ignored at all, and her works can even be distinguished from hundreds of paintings at a glance.

Every painting is endowed with a new soul and life continuously, but it also continues endlessly with new life and indifference, enthusiasm and loneliness.

Contradictory but harmonious collision, extremely distinctive personal color.

Her paintings like this,

Unique in the world.

Shi Qingci praised: "It's very beautiful."

In fact, if it was someone else, Ranbai must have a calm expression and didn't say anything.

She just paints as she pleases, and paints whatever she wants, without being bound by various conclusions in the art world.

But Shiqing words are different.

She found the same feeling from Shi Qingci's paintings.

Shi Qing understands the words.

So Ranbai said thank you seriously.

Shi Qingci leaned down and picked up those paints.

The young doctor's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his pupils were dark and deep, reflecting the painting. Finally, he placed the painting on the drawing board seriously, and picked up the brush next to him.

Standing by the side, Ranbai watched Shi Qingci's movements, and saw the doctor's expression was dignified and indifferent, his eyelashes were drooping in fine silhouettes, slightly covering those eyes, and his side face was clear and meaningful, looking serious and dignified.

Moshang is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

This sentence seemed to exist for him naturally.

Her gaze is indifferent, always indifferent, but once she looks at someone, apart from silence, she also has an indescribable sense of aggression, and it falls on Shi Qingci's hand holding the paintbrush.

A silver cuff button on the snow-white cuff reflects the light in the sun, exposing a section of wrist bone that is cold and beautiful, with slender and distinct joints, exquisite and beautiful lines, and an excessively fair complexion. It is a natural work of art, and it is also the artist's favorite. type.