I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

He was afraid that his husband, who didn't like to get along with others, would even get tired of him by scaring him.

"Sorry, sir, I, Meng Lang, caused you to fall."

Pulling the painter up, Bai Zhou apologized softly to her.

But the painter who sat up seemed to have been tapped on the dumb acupoint, and just randomly picked out one of the three words "um", "oh" and "o" to respond to the day.

"..."

Sure enough, he was bored because of his eagerness for quick success.

Seeing the painter's appearance, his face didn't change during the day, but the tail that was originally jumping with joy drooped.

Just now……

The painter pursed his lips slightly.

The scene just now was vivid in her memory. She clearly saw Zhenlong's beautiful eyes, the temperature of his breath, his firm arms, and his lips that were almost pressed together.

Almost got there.

And hands... still holding each other.

His fiery temperature, the slightly rough touch of his palm, the gentle strength with which he holds himself...

That rascal in [-] must have never been treated like this.

This is a hand that only you can hold.

The artist's interest became high, and the bluish-white tail swayed comfortably.

"..."

Sure enough, you can't be too anxious.

During the day, he felt that he should slow down the progress, as before, start slowly by getting to know each other first.

"Sir, it's getting late, I want... I'll take my leave first."

He originally wanted to talk about going to have a meal together, but seeing the pile of snacks on the desk, he dismissed the thought.

He hated his mistakes, how could he take out all the snacks on the spur of the moment because of his cute appearance when he was being fed.

If he only feeds the initial portion, he will not be forced to give up the idea of ​​having dinner because of feeding too many snacks.

"Uh-huh?"

The artist hummed habitually, and then raised his pitch sharply.

go?

Where are you going?Does he not stay here?Does he not want to stay here?Does he not want to stay here?

"gentlemen……"

After thinking twice, Bai Tian was still unwilling to leave like this, even if he might be rejected, he had to try before he was reconciled.

"Sir, let's go eat perch scales. Although they are not native to Wuyue, they are also purebred perch scales that have been bred through many seedling selections. The taste is almost the same as that of Wuyue's local perch scales."

"After eating perch scales, we can also go to the night market held in the town. I heard that there are a batch of Victorian novelty gadgets. It will be quite interesting to think about it."

"If you are tired, you can go to the inn I booked in the town. The room is big, and you can sleep directly, no problem."

Looking at the painter who seemed to be in deep thought, the daytime, which had never been out of rhythm even in the face of a terrifying opponent like "Heaven", was now in fear, and the seconds seemed like years.

Will you go?

Painters are also struggling.

Go, but she doesn't want to move yet.And her current hut is too far away from the town, so she can't do it halfway through the long way.

Don't go, the little guy who finally came back is leaving.

"Sir... don't worry about it..."

Seeing her frowning, feeling bad during the day, she spoke out to persuade her again.

"You can go. But the road is too far."

"It's okay! You just need to go if you want! I'll arrange the travel."

Bai Tian was overjoyed when he got the painter's permission.

"I can hold you..."

"!"

"No, no, carry, carry you..."

"?"

"Ah, I will prepare the cloud and mist for you to travel."

"..."

Through the observation of the artist's micro-expressions, Bai Tian continued to improve his travel benefits while feeling heartbroken.

The painter nodded slightly, and said softly, "Alright."

It's not good.

Looking at the real dragon wagging its tail happily, the painter is not satisfied.

Although being hugged by him is embarrassing, it is the best and most intimate route; being carried by him is not bad, you can have a good look at him when you have time; but traveling by cloud...

"Sir, please."

The daytime attracts clouds, invite a painter to climb the clouds.

Hmm...seems pretty interesting.

Riding the cloud and riding the fog is a new thing for the painter, and he forgot the regret just now, and began to curiously ponder the principle of the cloud, and consider how to draw such a cloud.

Feng Xu rides the wind and rides the clouds and mists between heaven and earth, which is a rare and wonderful experience in life.

Landing silently a hundred meters outside the town, Bai Tian stretched out his hand to the painter.

"Sir, there are a lot of people in the town, and I think it's more convenient and safer."

How could the painter not know the little thought in his heart.

"can."

The little guy's ability to think of reasons still needs to be practiced.

The painter raised his arm and walked with him holding hands.

■

Due to its proximity to Tianyue, Izumo Town has become more and more prosperous with the investment and help of many literati, poets, sages and scholars.

As a result, there are many tourists in this town, and various races blend together, giving birth to various flowers on the tree of life.

But these things have nothing to do with the daytime at this moment. He is currently taking care of the painter while taking her to the restaurant he fancy a few days ago.

Entering the shop, he found a good location, and ordered a portion of sea bass during the day, as well as the rest of the dishes that matched the tastes of the painter in his memory, so he ordered a portion.

Seeing that Bai Tian ordered so many dishes again, even the quiet and picturesque teacher couldn't help but stop him.

In the end, under the artist's firm decision, the two only ate four dishes and one soup for the meal.

"Sir, are you full? Do you want another rice roll?"

"No, I'm already full, and I'm going to vomit if I eat more."

"Sir, they are selling candied haws over there. Let me buy a bunch for you. It will help your digestion."

"Don't buy, don't waste money, I don't want to eat anything."

"Sir...Sir, don't be angry. You can't arouse too strong emotions after eating. And this time it's not eating. Look, it's a shadow puppet show."

"Well... go and have a look."

Now, as far as the artist is concerned, as long as she is not eating, she can accept it and is willing to take a look.

And it's a shadow puppet show. She likes this kind of interesting little trick. Just like painting, it is both inheritance and innovation.

It's just that the stories staged in the shadow puppets are the ones that the common people like to hear over and over again, which is a bit clichéd.

Back to the topic.

Under the protection of the day, the painter successfully reached the front row of the crowd and next to the theater booth, and thus had a better viewing experience.

And as she expected, the story of this shadow puppet show is Xi'e flying to the moon again.

That shit can still be remembered until now, and these guys are all responsible.

But the plot is clichéd, and the artist watched it honestly.

Bai Zhou was not very interested in shadow puppetry, and he had heard the story and seen the shadow puppet show, so when the onlookers were all focused on the shadow puppets, Bai Lian focused on the painter in his arms.

To be more precise, Bai Tian's attention was all on her tail.

The white and blue Xiwei is still as slender and attractive as before, but both the roundness and the flesh of the tail seem to be a bit lacking.

I should have found my husband earlier, you see, my husband has lost weight.

Xiwei is sticking to Baitian's leg at this moment, and still jumps occasionally, as if he is watching a play seriously.

"Oh... don't mess around, just focus on watching the show."

The artist patted the hand on his waist lightly, and softly reprimanded Bai Tian for his petty tricks.

"Well, listen to sir."

Bai Zhou lightly hugged his arms tightly, his tail twitched slowly, and whispered a reply, while hugging her whole body into his arms.

The little soft Xi, no matter how long you hold it during the day, you won't get bored.

Back to 55 Live with Mr.

"it is good!"

"Awesome!"

"One more time!"

A shadow puppet show attracted numerous applause.

"Noisy..."

The painter was at the forefront of the crowd, and although he had a better movie-watching experience, he also received more noise.

Noise is one of the most annoying factors for painters.

"Sir, is this more comfortable?"

Raising his hand to gently cover the artist's ears, Zhenlong's concerned greeting received a slightly disgusted glance from the artist.

"Stupid, so I can't even hear your voice."

"gentlemen……"

Before Bai Tian could utter his touching words, the painter had already grabbed his hand and led him out of the crowd.

"Are you tired, sir? Let's go back and rest?"

"Hmm... It's really tiring. Although the movie is good, there are no seats. The storytelling in the teahouse is more relaxing."

Standing and watching a scene made the artist's legs a little weak. If someone can press it, he should be able to recover faster.

The painter thought so, and was taken away by the daytime step by step.When she came back to her senses, she realized that she had been taken to the inn where he stayed in the daytime.

"Sir, sit down first, and I'll get you some water."

Before Bai Zhou left this morning, he had told Xiao Er to prepare some hot water for him, and now it just came in handy.

"Get water...what are you doing?"

The painter sat on the daytime mattress in doubt.

This is the room where the little guy stays.

She looked at the interior of this room with her eyes, and wanted to figure out what she was doing during the past two days through some small objects.

Sniffing gently, there is only a faint smell of wind in the room, very fresh, exactly the same as the breath she smelled on Bai Tian.