Love Killer:Tricky But Seductive

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Si Yu can only repeat these three words.

He is also so painful now, Ling Xi should blame him, if not his give up, she would not have to walk Duanmu Nan that time. She won't have that unhappy time.

"Don't go, Siyu. Stay. Don't leave me." Ling Xi's tone is always praying.

"Well, I won't go, and I won't go again." He thought that Lingxi would return to Duanmu south, he just moved the idea of leaving. After all, he's here, and it's hard for Lingxi to do it.

Between two people, choose one person, will hurt the other side.

"Xixi, if you don't remember, will you come back to Duanmu south?"

"Is this important?"

"No, it's not as important as you."

"It was on my way back to find you that I remembered that time." Ling Xi's tone is reproachful.

Si Yu frowned and Ling Xi pushed aside the bangs. There was a large blue and purple mark on his forehead.

"How did you get hurt?" Si Yu was in a hurry.

Ling Xi was lying in his arms, breathing his breath, "Si Yu, you should thank this accident, or I won't think of you. God has no chance to cheat me."

From the first trade meeting, she asked Siyu with a smile that he was gay. At the second meeting, he abruptly invited himself to go to Provence for a holiday. She refused, but Ling Hao caught up with the plane. Si Yu is very kind to her, because he loves her.

At that time, Si Yu proposed that Xi Xi, let's have a relationship.

She thought he didn't mind anything, her past, her bad temper. Just for her heart, she thought at that time, maybe Si Yu is just a playboy, he has such status and status, what kind of women have not seen. How can be wholeheartedly good to her, she is just a abandoned woman.

She repeatedly refused Si Yu, but did not understand that it was such a thing.

She and Duanmu Nan had a good relationship. In those years, Duanmu Nan went to Eastern Europe and she went to Provence.

In the crowd alleys of Provence, she remembered that the sun was beautiful, Si Yu's side face and the setting sun fused together, which was a perfect match.

He asked gently, "Miss, would you like to draw an image?"

That is Ling Xicai to see, Si Yu in front of an easel, he is a street painter.

"Me?" At that time, she never drew a portrait on the street. She only took pictures with her mobile phone and camera.

"I was preparing an oil painting, and I found that your temperament is particularly suitable for painting in oil painting."

"Modeling?" Lingxi's face became cold immediately.

"Yes, of course, in clothes."

Ling Xi's face quickly burst red, after that sentence, let her a little embarrassed. She understood the man in front of her.

"I've designed it all, and you're just at the corner, illuminated by the sun. This Beige sweater is just right for you today

Ling Xi's heart beat badly and nodded slightly. She did not know why at that time, she even agreed to Si Yu's request.

"Thank you so much." Si Yu nodded to thank him. She took Ling Xi to a dark corner where there was a bunch of golden sunshine.

Si Yu light said, "sorry, please for a while."

Lingxi said, "can you give me one?"

"Yes."

Siyu let Lingxi sit on a chair, from the West that a small beam of sunlight, just lit up her face.

Like a movie on her face, Lingxi's skin is very smooth, the sunlight splashes on her forehead like water drops, which turns into a group of dreamlike scenes. In addition, her Beige sweater is just corresponding to her long hair and white skin, making the whole person seem quiet and peaceful, just like the virgin in a dream.

Si Yu looked at her for a long time, or she glared at her with a white eye, "ah, I can go without painting

Si Yu smiles awkwardly. He sets up his easel and prepares pencils and paints. But he still doesn't move for a long time. He just stares at Ling Xi. Lingxi couldn't sit still, so he made a gesture and made a draft on the canvas. ? the picture is not big, only about 50 cm, so you can only draw a bust at most. Si Yu soon made a lunkuo, a girl who seemed to be sitting in a small room suddenly appeared on the paper.

Si Yu began to paint.

Two hours later, Si Yu painted very fast, and his eyes were almost gone.

Si Yu looked at Ling Xi's eyes and finally finished several strokes.

Finally, he dropped his brush to the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. "Great. This is the best painting I've ever painted in my life."

Lingxi carefully asked, "can I get up?"

"Of course, it's done."

Ling Xi's feet have been numb, suddenly can't stand up, Si Yu helped her. Ling Xi felt like thousands of ants crawling over her legs. She could only knead it with her hands and recovered for a long time.When she saw herself as like as two peas in the oil painting, the outline and lines of her face were very precise, and the oil paint was right and suitable. In a word, this is a classical oil painting with realistic style, but the people in the painting are the faces of Chinese girls.

Lingxi exclaimed, "you are a good painter."

Si Yu some quite complacent said, "of course, mix this meal to eat." Siyu was a gentleman at that time.

In his time, Si Yu can only make one painting. He left his contact information to Ling Xi. He asked Ling Xi to come here to find him in two days, so he gave the painting to Ling Xi.

When Lingxi was 17, she met Siyu in Provence. Over time, she fell in love with Si Yu. She separated from Duanmu Nan. On her 18th birthday, she lived with Si Yu. She only knew that Siyu was a street painter and had only a small apartment.

Now she has no idea that she has more money than Jiyu.

"Don't hate me, heathy." Si Yu's words call back the body in the memory of Ling Xi.

Ling Xiyang began to kiss his lips, "no, Si Yu, I love you."

The night is so quiet, you can hear each other's heartbeat. Because of fate and affection, because of love, we can move forward hand in hand.

"Heathy, no matter how lonely I was in the future without you, as long as you are by my side, any loneliness will disappear. I'll never leave. Never again. " Si Yu's voice was choked and tears fell down his eyes.

Ling Xi, falling in love with the unknown, I can't participate in the first half of your life, I will accompany you in the last half of your life.

Ling Xi kisses him, Si Yu responds to her kiss, so touching and bitter.

She had bound him in her heart, in dreams, in books, in drawers, and locked in her pale, melancholy and infatuated love cottage. When she saw Duanmu Nan, she knew that she still fell in love with Si Yu. He is always so easy to pull her heart.

If a woman is made of water, she would like to be the water in the hot spring to wash the tired, melt the warmth into every tiny pore until the blood, which makes people feel warm and sweet all over the body.

Three years of change, three years of sorrow, now all the memories are lingering on the white sheets tonight. Three years of wind and rain, three years of heartbreak, all the missing will be filled.