I got smarter by love [quick wear]

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Time flies, after more than 300 days of rising in the east and setting in the west, occasionally the sky above Yongcheng will be shrouded in mist, and some birds hover in the sky, and finally retract their wings and land on the eaves of the buildings in the city.

"Miss, just now Madam asked someone to tell you that she is waiting for you at Xi Nian Photo Studio." One day, Wan Qing heard Xiao Wang who was sitting in the driver's seat say as soon as Wan Qing came out of a shop to discuss business.

"Okay, let's go there now." There was an imperceptible smile on the woman's lips.

In the past year, Yun'er has grown rapidly, and has been able to independently take over some of the Su family's business. The two are busy with each other, but they have lost a lot of time spent together day and night like they used to.

Today's itinerary was an appointment made by my lover last night with her. The reason was that Mrs. Wan of Mingye Mansion was walking down the street one day and saw the photos hanging in the photo studio. Hearing this, of course Wan Qing I embraced my lover and readily agreed.

"Ding Lingling..." The wind chime hanging on the wooden door of the photo studio rang, and a woman in a black windbreaker walked in, her eyes fell on Su Yun who was waiting on the seat, with tenderness in her eyes.

"Sister Wan is so slow..." The delicate young lady grabbed the woman's sleeve and angrily reproached softly. In exchange for the woman's eyes begging for mercy, she clasped Su Yun's hand with her cool long fingers, Wan Qing Bending down slightly, she softly whispered to Su Yun's ear: "Yun'er can't talk nonsense..."

Su Yun, who understood the implication, blushed her ears and shyly averted her gaze. Even though she has been married for so long, sometimes she still can't bear sister Wan's teasing.

The master who took the picture was a young man, wearing a khaki gown, carrying a case with a camera in one hand, and a folded tripod in the other.The clerk has already cleared out an empty wall and hung the base cloth. The master skillfully installed the machine, smiled and nodded to the customer in front of him, indicating that it is time to start.

Wan Qing, who was wearing a cyan lapel button-up shirt with a black skirt, sat side by side with Su Yun. They first took a very formal photo, and then took some more intimate photos. The slight fragrance of his wife after taking a bath and putting on fragrance and make-up made her tighten her arms affectionately.

After dinner, Su Yun was sitting in front of the vanity mirror in the room about to take off her makeup. Wan Qing took the comb from Su Yun's hand and stood up to comb her wife's hair.Su Yun looked at the mirror, the woman behind the mirror lowered her eyes and looked calm, her hair was smooth and soft when she didn't pull her hair up, and the two figures formed a harmonious painting in the mirror.

Wan Qing sighed in her heart, unknowingly, her Yun'er has become more and more like a mature woman.

"After the photo is developed, let's hang it in the bedroom, okay?" Su Yun leaned against Wan Qing's arms that night, planning for their room.

"Du Yi Yun'er..." The woman agreed with a light smile, still looking into the mirror, holding Su Yun's shoulder, "Maybe... it can be hung on our wedding..."

"Sister Wan..." Wan Qing felt Su Yun's hand on her forearm. The room was not brightly lit, and the moonlight shone in, illuminating the luster on the girl's shoulders. Su Yun stretched her arms slowly. The arms were stretched out and passed around Wan Qing's waist. The nightgown was light and thin, and the two of them were almost skin-to-skin.

The girl held back her embarrassment, and grinded slightly, the girl's shoulder was leaning against the woman's shoulder, grinding out a slippery and trembling.

"Yun'er..." The woman's hand had already tightly clasped the girl's waist, and it was difficult to resist. In fact, Wan Qing rarely accepted Su Yun's initiative in this matter.

"Sister Wan..." The girl didn't dare to look up, how could she tell her about this matter.

"Yun'er, don't be ashamed...my sister knows..."

What finally responded to Su Yun was a chuckle from above her head, which was mixed with hoarseness.

Not long after, on the carpet illuminated by the moonlight, two dresses had fallen.

Waking up early in the morning, Su Yun went downstairs to see Mama Zhang and Mama Li coming back from the mansion to buy meat and vegetables, and then she could faintly hear the sound outside the window. The market that had been sluggish these days seemed to burst out suddenly, booming It became lively.

Su Yun looked at the calendar on the table. It turned out that the old calendar year was coming. Su Yun couldn't help thinking of the fun of doing New Year's goods in the real world.

Seeing Mama Zhang carrying a bag of nuts into the storage room, Su Yun asked, "Mama Zhang, is there anything missing in the mansion?"

Zhang Ma's smiling face was a little kind: "Madam, we have all the ingredients ready."

Su Yun couldn't help feeling a little distressed, her face flushed slightly, these days she and Sister Wan always get together less and leave more, she also thinks there is some reason to stay with Sister Wan more.

When going out, Su Yun caught a glimpse of the facade of the Mingye mansion, and suddenly had an idea.

"Sister Wan, I don't think the New Year's Eve couplet has started in the mansion. Let's go and see it later in the afternoon, okay?" Su Yun said to Wan Qing during lunch.

Although there are not too few people on the street in the evening, it is lively with the yelling of hawkers. It is almost dinner time, and the lanterns of various restaurants are lit up early. Various hanging windows and inner halls can still hear The collision of bowls and chopsticks and people's laughter, the city center is full of traffic, and entertainment venues such as gambling halls and dance halls have begun to operate.

Su Yun and Wan Qing came to a small room at the corner of the street to choose. The room was full of prosperity, and the four walls were covered with paper-cut couplets and lanterns from top to bottom.

A little girl in the store recognized the visitor, squeezed in behind two or three selected people and said to them with a smile: "Boss Wan, Mrs. Wan, Chinese New Year is coming soon, let's choose a couplet, here are all kinds of ingots and window grilles." , please choose as you like."

Seeing her appearance, Su Yun guessed that she was probably the owner of this store, such a happy atmosphere made Su Yun happy.Wan Qing smiled and held Su Yun's hand tightly, she didn't know how her wife was thinking.

Looking up at the rows of couplets, Wan Qing asked, "Which couple do you think is better, Yun'er?"

Su Yun also raised her head and muttered silently: "The wealth of the family is prosperous from all directions... People and wealth are booming step by step... Happy events are coming and business is booming..."

Suddenly Su Yun's eyes lit up, and she felt that it was quite right.

"Welcome peace and prosperity every year, Tianxi joy and peace every year."

"Sister Wan, is this okay?"

The woman's long fingers spread the horizontal batch below: "What about the horizontal batch?"

"Welcome to the spring and receive blessings." Su Yun pondered, "Choose a few more lucky characters to hang at home!" Su Yun held two lucky characters in her little hand and showed Wan Qing happily.

After leaving the small shop, it felt like it was getting dark. The street was crowded and it was not easy for cars to get in. Just now, Xiao Wang was parked on the far side of the road. Su Yun hugged the girl selling couplets and rolled them up. paper tube, and walked to the car with Wan Qing.

Passing by the snack street where the people are clamoring, let Xiao Wang get off the car to buy white chicken.Su Yun looked at the small stall selling boiled chicken. It was cooking in the pot and was being cut on the table. A little old man took the dipping sauce and poured it evenly on a portion of the finished chicken.

It was a peaceful scene, but it was suddenly broken by a loud noise.The stall of the boss of Baizhanji was kicked to the ground.The crowd was in a commotion, soup and ingredients were spilled all over the floor, spreading along the cracks in the bluestone road, and several boiled yellow chickens stuck to the ground.

An officer-like man grabbed the little old man by the hair, lifted him up and took him away. There were still people in the crowd who wanted to escape, but the officer took out a gun and slammed a shot at one of them.A riot erupted in the street because of the gunshot, and all kinds of broken and screaming voices roared in an instant.

Su Yun covered her mouth and looked at the scene in front of her through the car window.

"Yun'er, don't be afraid." Su Yun's hand on the car seat was covered by Wan Qing's hand, and the woman's other hand hugged Su Yun's shoulder comfortingly, pressing Su Yun's face into her arms, He said to Xiao Wang who had returned to the car in a deep voice, "Drive!"

The car drove out quickly, Wan Qing looked at the street outside the window and frowned. During this period of time, Dongyang captured Yongcheng more frequently. A corner of a building was bombed just two days ago.

The warmth of Wan Qing's palm spread through the clothes on Su Yun's skin, creating an impenetrable warmth. Su Yun raised her head, her eyes full of anxiety, and was comforted by the woman's gentle kiss on her forehead.

A few days later, the turmoil in Yongcheng seemed to be under control, and abnormally subsided, and Wan Qing looked at the invitation sent to the Mingye mansion, lowered his eyes, and his eyes were full of coolness.

That night, the same invitation card was also placed on the table in the Su mansion, but Su Yifeng was standing by the window smoking a cigarette in the gloom.

"Master, it's time to eat..." The old butler kindly reminded him, but Su Yifeng waved his hand vigorously, the man's eyes under the extremely high browbones were full of desolation.

"The rain is about to come..." The man's long sigh sounded like a bell in the empty living room of the Su Mansion.