My first love got married: I was forced to sing to celebrate

"If you don't like women's clothing, leave a message and I'll revise it.,The author has been a little busy lately.,The brain is not enough.,It's painful to think about the plot.

Dressed in a bright red robe.

It's just too conspicuous.

Zhang Yuan was immediately stunned.

This is definitely women's clothing, right?

Seeing that Zhang Yuan was confused, Li Ningxiang pursed her lips and smiled, and walked over to hold Zhang Yuan's arm: "Brother Yuan, this dress is suitable for men and women." "

"It's just, come and see my work. "

Xu Lingyun put down the brush and took a few steps back to observe it with satisfaction.

Only then did he nod, clapped his little hands and said with a smile.

Zhang Yuan was also curious about how the other party was drawing.

He ran over and landed his eyes on the canvas.

Then there was a burst of breathlessness.

So beautiful.

It's really beautiful.

Beauty is incomprehensible, and more importantly.

This painting is not only beautiful, but also has a somewhat domineering atmosphere.

on canvas.

Zhang Yuan, dressed in red, leaned on the pillar and put one leg on the chair.

Just looking at the posture, he is an unruly noble son.

But when the gaze falls on the face.

This turned out to be a beautiful woman.

The beauty frowned slightly, and her eyes were misty.

The slender fingers that drooped carried a classical flask.

He reclined with his head tilted, and on top of his head was a domineering tall hat.

Eyebrows are like distant mountains.

Eyes like stars.

Dressed in red.

Legacy independence.

Zhang Yuan was stunned, although he was a boy and a woman, he was not just a woman.

The people in the painting can be both male and female.

It's really beautiful.

Zhang Yuan thought of a name in his mind: Oriental Sect Master!

The corners of Xu Lingyun's mouth were hooked, looking at Zhang Yuan's stunned appearance, and deliberately asked, "Brother Yuan, are you satisfied?"

Zhang Yuan nodded: "Satisfied, so satisfied." "

"But can you help me write a poem? "

"Poetry?".

"It's difficult. ！

"That is, although we all know poetry by heart, it is not easy to do. ""

"Miaotong, do you have an idea?".

Lin Miaotong's good-looking willow eyebrows trembled, and then shook her head.

Zhang Yuan looked at it and smiled secretly.

Several girls are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Really scared the hell out of him.

Now it's finally my turn to pretend.

No, it's not pretending....

Zhang Yuan put his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, he turned to look outside.

The gaze is deep and vicissitudes.

He carried his hands behind his back, and his tall figure exuded an invisible aura.

Let the four girls who were discussing it all put their voices down.

Turning his head, he looked at Zhang Yuan's figure curiously.

"It's beautiful..."

"Brother Yuan will be so good in women's clothing in the future. "

"But men and women, woo woo, I'm going to cry. "

"Don't talk..."

Several girls quietly walked behind Zhang Yuan.

Like a maid, she looked at Zhang Yuan longingly.

The corners of Zhang Yuan's mouth hooked: "The world is out of my generation!".

"As soon as I entered the rivers and lakes, Cui!".

"The emperor is talking and laughing!".

"It's better than getting drunk in life. "

The voice is loud.

It's like a dusk drum and a morning bell.

The four girls felt a shock all over their bodies.

Immediately after that, the body felt as if it had been electrocuted.

Trembling.

From the inside out, it was like goosebumps.

Don't be excited.

Accompanied by an explosion of sound immersion.

The four girls seem to have returned to the rivers and lakes...

Fight in a desperate situation.

Children are long, love and hate, the emperor wants to dominate the industry, and see through the red dust.

All kinds of feelings came to mind.

Unconsciously, Zhang Yuan in front of him is like a hero in the rivers and lakes.

The figure is tall, domineering, soft, and helpless.

In the face of the torrent of the times, it was finally swallowed up.

Smack!

Crystal tears were like pearls, crossing the white chin and falling to the ground.

Smashed to pieces.

A song is a story, a world.

A poem, why not?

Several girls are taken into another world by the sound immersion.

It's like going through another life.

Engraved in the bottom of my heart.

When they came back to their senses, they saw Zhang Yuan already sitting there leisurely.

Holding the tea poured by Xu Lingyun, taste it carefully.