【Lou Cheng】 How easy is another day

A Story of Salt

what is loveI think it's the icing, it's the cream, it's the icing on everything, but it could be the water, it's the grain, it's the little bit of salt.But love is not a pot, even for people who love each other, love is not the only program of action for their code of conduct.

It's all jokes.More in one post.You can come back from time to time to have a look.

Wait for me to open AU.I'm racking my brains on how not to be recognized where I wrote 233333

(One)

After going abroad again, Minglou and Mingcheng did not buy any personal belongings for themselves.

Occupation dictates.

But they all made an exception once again.

Because of the needs of work, Minglou always went to Germany for a while.

After the war, everyone’s life was very poor. Minglou knew that just after the end of the 3 War, a good-looking M18 might be exchanged for a few pounds of bacon and butter. [-]th-century Meissen is also worthless - a set of tableware and trays for six people may not be able to exchange a brioche.

He doesn't touch this kind of black market business, and even speeds up his pace when passing by.But once passing near the Museum Island, he bought something.

It was a small celadon bottle, delicate green bean green, with gilt decorations on the base and mouth, Rococo patterns.

He mistook it at first, thinking that it was the Eight-Nation Allied Forces who fled to Europe at that time, but after looking at the kiln seal, it turned out to be from France.

Minglou looked at the woman in front of him who was almost as tall as him, looked at her expression, did not counter-offer, and after paying the mark, he grabbed a handful of candy from his coat pocket—every time he went to Germany, he would always Bring some candy.

"Merry Christmas to you," he whispered.

After returning home, Minglou handed the bottle to Mingcheng, saying that he had punched the eye.Mingcheng didn't say much after listening, he put the bottle on the window sill in the kitchen, and put a flower in it.

"Then use it as a new password." After saying this, Mingcheng smiled a little embarrassedly, "I also prepared a gift. Then, I spent all my savings."

"Ok?"

Mingcheng handed him a box, and when he opened it, it was a fan.

Qiu Shizhou's portrait of a lady.

The Ming family used to have many paintings by the Wu family. The old man loved Wen Hengshan and Qiu Shizhou especially during his lifetime, and he collected a bunch of them.It's a pity that he, an unfilial son, sold and burned everything, and it was all ruined.

"This fan is not in good condition, you didn't bargain?" With just one glance, Minglou knew why Mingcheng bought it.

Mingcheng curled his lips: "The seller is knowledgeable. Buying is worse than selling. You understand this truth better than me. Anyway, the money is spent."

"I'll still buy it. You're stupid." He pretended to stare at him.

Mingcheng smiled instead, did not refute, and looked at the painting side by side with him while holding a teacup.

Minglou's hand lightly brushed over the face of the young woman on the fan, and his fingers brushed over the slender eyebrows.

They really don't have any pictures of their sister, even if Mingcheng can draw, they shouldn't.

So Minglou pretended to be picky for a long time before saying, "I'll ask the store after the festival to see if I can put it in a picture frame. Just hang it in the living room."

After thinking about it, I was a little unwilling: "Why do I throw my presents in the kitchen, but yours hangs in the living room?"

Mingcheng also thought about it, and told him: "Because I have the final say at home."

TBC