I am fickle

Song Heyu didn't see Song Zhiye, he always appeared suddenly like this and left unexpectedly, leaving Song Heyu unprepared at all.

Song Heyu was sitting in the courtyard, Ash couldn't see his emotions clearly, "You've been holding the paintbrush for a long time, what do you want to paint?"

In the past, he was like this too, Song Zhiye just looked at him quietly.Immediately, he snatched Song Heyu's paintbrush and laughed loudly, and within a short while there was an excellent painting of blue lotus.

Song Heyu said with some amusement: "I don't know, what am I painting, what do I want to paint, and why am I writing?"

Ash stared at his disappointed eyes, "I'd better ask your heart about these questions."

Song Heyu stared blankly at Ashu, slowly touched his heart with both hands, and smiled wryly: "My heart has no solution."

Mingming thought that seeing the woman he thought about day and night in his dream would make his wish come true, and thought it would be nothing if not for that scoundrel.

Song Heyu suddenly knelt down, and his precious paintbrush was thrown on the ground. Song Heyu held his face weakly: "That is my best friend, the best friend, I will never meet in this life confidant."

Ashu picked up the paintbrush, with a complicated look in his eyes: "But your most cherished paintbrush, don't you want it?"

"Ashu, no one will accompany me to draw anymore, and no one can understand the meaning of my paintings." Song Heyu looked so frustrated.

Ashu hugged his trembling body tightly, "Heyu, can you teach me how to paint?"

Song Heyu was stunned for a long time before he adjusted his facial expression, "Ashu, let me marry you, I will marry you as my wife."

Ash did not speak, as if agreeing.

Their wedding was held in a hurry but it was very grand. Song Heyu smiled happily and said: "I am married to someone who thinks about it day and night. I am really blessed. Let's drink."

Someone touched his wine cup and said: "Young Master Song is very happy today, why are you so frowning?"

"I..." Song Heyu's wine cup rolled down.

Song Heyu pondered, and said: "I... I am very happy today, but without him... After all, it is a pity..."

"He? Who is it?"

"The peony in my heart is clear and bright."

"Can you be specific?"

"Eating wine and painting, every mountain is a handsome man."

"Can you be more specific?"

"Song Zhiye."

"Young Master Song is talking about Song Zhiye, one of the Fengshan Double Songs. At that time, it was the most popular painting of the Double Songs on the market, but no one knows where he went afterwards."

Song Heyu said sadly: "That is, my best friend, you know...you know..."

Song Heyu staggered back, "I want you to draw me a picture on my wedding day, and I won't be as good at painting as you."

Song Heyu missed it very much, was sad, and was very happy. He looked at the dark sky, and smiled silly for a moment: "Ashu, my good lady, how wonderful..."

The wind was so strong that it bulged his loose robe, and Song Heyu sat on the ground weakly.He recalled many, many things in his mind. When he was young, he had a dream and a past, and he was so tired after walking in this life...

Song Heyu shook his head, the petals of the tree were falling on him one after another, his eyes were also in a daze.

"It is enough to have a good wife at home."

He thinks that he must be very satisfied, he can even imagine the kind of family happiness in the future, such days are enough, enough...