My girlfriend is a bad lady

"You'll always be my sister."

The studio had been used a few days ago and was filled with the smell of paint.

There is a floor-to-ceiling window inside, and outside the window is the beautiful natural scenery.

On this bright morning, in the sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the ornaments in the house reflected a thin layer of light.

Looking at all this, Toru Watanabe always felt that under a piece of white cloth, there was a phonograph from the past.

Miki Kujo came in and helped with paints, brushes, painting knives and other small tools.

Watanabe Toru holds heavy or bulky tools such as an easel, a painting stool, an umbrella, and a brush bucket.

The two of them were painting in front of the villa, while Kiyono Rin was reading a book on the terrace.

Kiyono Rin only glanced at them at the beginning - when they were setting up the easel - and the rest of the time she acted as if the two of them didn't exist.

The wind at nine o'clock in Karuizawa is cool and pleasant. I sit on the painting stool and bask in the warm sunshine.

The soft sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and gently onto the drawing board and Kiyono Rin's arm.

No matter how the outside world changes, with passion, enthusiasm, failure, sweat - whether it is wind music or Koshien, they remain the same as always, simple, natural and happy.

The heat from Tokyo and Hyogo Prefecture does not reach Karuizawa Plateau.

Near noon, the two ladies came back with wine, and they had almost finished their painting.

"Meiji's paintings can be exhibited in art galleries," Mrs. Kujo praised.

"That's it." Mrs. Kiyono felt proud for some reason, because her daughter was obviously the one on the terrace.

"Let me see Watanabe-kun's." Mrs. Kujo looked over and then laughed.

"Watanabe-kun." It was obvious that she was trying to control her breathing. "Did Xiaolin see your painting?"

"I am an abstract artist and don't care about appearance." Toru Watanabe rinsed his paintbrush in the brush wash bucket, as if he was applying seasoning to a barbecue.

"What do you value about Miki?" Mrs. Kujo asked again.

"The only exception is Miki. I like her incomparable beauty." Watanabe Toru tapped the paintbrush on the brush bucket, as if he was draining water from a mop.

"You are always right." Miki Kujo completed the final steps of the painting.

She stood up and stretched her graceful limbs that had been sitting for so long.

Watanabe Toru picked up a pen and wrote in the lower right corner of her painting:

"Watanabe Toru painted this in Karuizawa when the cicadas were chirping non-stop and it looked like a forest fire."

After looking at it with satisfaction, he turned around and asked the two ladies and Kujo Miki: "How is it?"

Without waiting for the three to make any expressions, he said as if he remembered something: "Oh, there's also this place."

He also wrote in the lower right corner of the "abstract" painting:

"Kujo Mihime was painted in Karuizawa when my husband was seventeen and I was sixteen. The weather was warm and the cicadas were chirping."

"Satisfied." Watanabe Toru said comfortably.

"So you are this kind of person." Kujo Miki nodded.

"Smart person?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"A liar." said Kujo Miki.

"A vain person." Mrs. Kujo added.

Toru Watanabe looked at Mrs. Kiyono, waiting for her comment.

Mrs. Qingye was stunned by his gaze. She put her finger on her chin and asked tentatively, "Someone who likes to be scolded?"

"...Please respect the facts and don't talk nonsense."

Watanabe Toru admired "his own painting" and couldn't help nodding and saying:

"I am the only person in the world who can fully capture the lofty, fresh and natural temperament of Kiyono Rin."

"There are many art galleries in Karuizawa. I'll take you to see them tomorrow. Don't bring shame to my Kujo family." Mrs. Kujo really couldn't stand her son-in-law.

She took Watanabe Toru's right hand and put the wine into his palm.

"It will be fine in the afternoon," said Toru Watanabe.

"I'll take you horseback riding in the afternoon." Mrs. Qingye gave him the wine in her hand.

"Isn't this wine?" Toru Watanabe looked at the wine in his left hand that Mrs. Kiyono had stuffed into his hand.

"Brandy." Mrs. Kiyono said in a comfortable and relaxed tone, "Cavados apple brandy. This wine tastes good and is suitable for women to drink."

After lunch and a short nap, the five of them went to the horse farm, which was not far from the golf course.

In the afternoon, many wealthy people were riding horses, and members of the royal family could also be seen.

Before we reached the stables, we saw people riding horses through the forest on the road.

"Can we ride outside?" Watanabe Toru asked curiously.

"Of course," said Mrs. Kiyono, "In the past in Karuizawa, the nobles and wealthy people used horses as a means of transportation."

"Is that so?" Watanabe Toru became interested.

After arriving in Karuizawa, he knew he had to ride a horse and learned some knowledge about horse riding.

There is a special equestrianism, which is to ride in the field, to exercise the tacit understanding between people and horses, and to show various skills, such as barrel racing and so on.

There is also wild riding, letting the horse gallop freely.

You don't need a lot of skills to ride a horse on the prairie. It is enough to sign up for a prairie riding class.

Toru Watanabe had no interest in participating in competitive equestrian events, so he wasn't very excited about coming to the racecourse at first, and only viewed it as a way to broaden his horizons.

Now that I know I can ride outside, my mood is finally a little better.

When we arrived at the horse farm, we changed into uniforms, put on riding boots, put on helmets, and picked up the whip which was very convenient for whipping people.

There are four heroic and aristocratic people, and there is Toru Watanabe, who looks handsome and noble in every way.

The four of them stared at him for several seconds, and Watanabe Toru did the same. This was mutual appreciation.

"Watanabe-kun," Mrs. Kiyono said, "this is the horse I prepared for you on your birthday. I had it shipped from Tokyo."

Toru Watanabe looked at the white horse in front of him.

The shiny horsehide is like silk, and ripples appear on the surface like water as the horse moves.

From hoof to back, it is as tall as an adult, and the staff leading it just reaches the horse's back.

The horse was surrounded by a group of people and seemed very uneasy. It occasionally raised its front hooves, which looked like it could step on a person's crown, which was terrifying.

When seeing it, people will almost immediately think of the word "tall horse".

"It has the bloodline of Sharma and Akhal-Teke horses," Mrs. Kiyono introduced.

Sharma is famous for his height, strength and endurance, and can pull a maximum weight of 5 tons.

The so-called Akhal-Teke horse has long limbs, thin skin and fine hair, light steps, great strength, great speed and great endurance - with so many advantages, it is naturally the Ferghana horse.

"The horse has been trained by circling and other methods, but no one rides it, so it still retains its wildness. Please be careful, young master," said the staff member who was leading the horse.

"Can you conquer your own horse, Watanabe-kun?" Mrs. Kujo asked as she watched the fun.

"Be careful." Qing Ye Lin frowned handsomely, "Don't fall to your death from such a high horse."

"The way you care about people is as special as ever." As he said this, Toru Watanabe walked towards the horse.

As he approached, the horse became more and more restless, constantly twisting its head, and the staff had to work very hard to hold the reins.

When Toru Watanabe walked closer and tried to take the reins from the staff, the horse suddenly raised its front hooves.

At that height, the hoof can really step on the top of an adult's head.

"Be careful!" Although Miki Kujo knew what Toru Watanabe was capable of, she still couldn't help but speak.

"I was scared to death." Watanabe Toru laughed.

The more he looked at the horse, the more handsome it seemed.

He was not interested in sports cars and only liked bumper cars, but suddenly he became interested in horses.

"Watanabe-kun, I will find you a tamed horse first. Learn how to ride it first, and then you can deal with this horse," Mrs. Kiyono suggested.

"No need." Watanabe Toru refused.

He tried to touch the horse's neck, but the horse suddenly raised its front hooves again.

Watanabe Toru simply stretched out his hand, caught it, and shook hands.

"It's great. It's quite heavy." He said, and carefully let go of the horse, with an expression as if he was worried about damaging it.

The staff member opened his mouth wide, pointed at Ma, pointed at Watanabe Toru, then looked at the ladies, but finally remained speechless.

900 kg, even though it was just the front hooves, but...

Forget it, in the world of the rich, it's better not to know too much, what superpowers and genetic warriors are all played in movies like this.

Mrs. Kujo hugged her daughter's waist and said, "My daughter, are you okay?"

Kujo Miki pushed her hand away in disgust and said to Watanabe Toru: "If you can tame it, tame it quickly."

"Yes, sir." Watanabe Toru said.

"Baby, be good and listen to me. (Command)"

The horse sneezed, lowered its head, and rubbed Watanabe Toru's cheek affectionately.

Chapter 314: Karuizawa in August (9)

Patting the horse's neck, Toru Watanabe turned over and rode on it.

When riding a horse, people will subconsciously raise their heads, chests, and backs.

Some parents like to let their children learn horse riding in order to shape their children's beautiful bodies, and also to train their courage.

Toru Watanabe originally had a good physique, and now he is sitting on a horse in a knight's outfit, with a noble and handsome temperament, and can be called a real-life Prince Charming.

The ladies couldn't take their eyes off him, their gazes moving back and forth between Watanabe Toru's handsome face, broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs.

Watanabe Toru didn't care about that.

Sitting on the tall horse, he always felt a sense of freedom, as if life no longer needed any disguise.

Just pull the reins and you can gallop around the world.

"It's tamed so quickly?" Mrs. Kiyono was the first to come to her senses. Her fair little face beneath her delicate short hair showed a hint of surprise.

"Training horses, riding horses, as long as you want to learn, you can learn anything." Watanabe looked down at them, "I was born to ride on everyone's head."

The people present were stunned for a moment, unable to react for a moment because of the natural and self-confidence in his words.

The only exception is Qingye Rin.

"Watanabe-san," she called out with a smile, "please restrain yourself and don't reveal your true nature."

"How can a young person not be arrogant? You usually claim to be the cutest person in the world, but I didn't say anything about you, but you talked about me instead." Watanabe Toru said with dissatisfaction and smiled.

Qingye Rin glared at him unhappily, then smiled in tacit understanding.

Watanabe Toru pointed his whip at them and said, "Stand back a little and take a picture of your young master Watanabe."

"Very arrogant." Kujo Miki came back to her senses and said with a smile.

"Travel photos, travel photos, I'm going to take them back to show off." Watanabe Toru immediately admitted defeat.

The two ladies didn't care at all. They stepped back smiling and took pictures of Watanabe Toru with their mobile phones.

"Watanabe-kun," Mrs. Kujo instructed, "Pose like you did just now. You look very handsome."

"After taking the photos, I will send them to the group. I want to save the best one." Watanabe Toru looked straight ahead, his expression deliberately calm so that the photo would not appear to be posed.

After taking two pictures in this pose, he squeezed the horse's belly and the horse took steps forward with a clatter.

The horse is tall, with long limbs. It holds its head high when walking, and its steps are light and elastic, just like a model, making Watanabe Toru on horseback look even more aristocratic.

"Here is the young master!" Mrs. Qingye couldn't help but praise.

"Watanabe-kun, I'm not lying to you, you really were my ideal type when I was seventeen." Mrs. Kujo said with a smile.