Lu Yixin went to find Gu Junzhe, "Brother Junzhe, let's go find An An together."

"Aren't you angry with her?"

Gu Junzhe looked at Lu Yixin and she shook her head, "I don't blame An An for what she said but she didn't mean it. I was very angry just now, but I forgive her now."

"Okay, let's go find her."

Gu Junzhe actually knew where Qiao Anan was hiding, so why was she hiding? She deliberately exposed her clothes, wasn't she just waiting for them to find her?

"An'an, it turns out you are here."

Lu Yixin saw Qiao Anan's clothes at a glance and ran to her, "Don't be angry, let's play together."

"I don't want to play with you."

Qiao Anan drew circles on the ground with a branch in her hand, "Lu Yixin, I think you are very annoying. You always complain with a grievance on your face, as if I was bullying you."

"I don't……"

Lu Yixin shook her head and denied it. It was obviously Qiao Anan who did the wrong thing first, why did she say that?

"An'an, you're here again."

Gu Junzhe frowned and looked at Qiao An'an, "Every time you make others angry, you act like an innocent person."

"Gu Junzhe, you always protect Yi Xin."

Qiao An'an glared at Lu Yixin jealously, "I tell you, best friend or husband, you can only choose one."

"I……"

Lu Yi looked at Qiao Anan in embarrassment, "Your mother also said just now that these are things that happen when you grow up. We are still young, why do you have to say this?"

"No, I just want you to choose."

Qiao Anan forced Lu Yixin, "Brother Junzhe and I, you can only choose one."

"Yi Xin, don't pay attention to her, she will go crazy."

Gu Junzhe pulled Lu Yixin's arm and walked away, leaving Qiao Anan standing there. She stamped her feet angrily, "Gu Junzhe, I hate you, I hate you."

"Brother Junzhe, An An is angry."

Lu Yixin looked back at Qiao Anan, "Let's coax her."

"I'm not used to her bad temper."

Gu Junzhe put his hands in his pocket and left directly.

"Why……"

Lu Yixin was in a dilemma. He looked left and right, and finally ran to Qiao Anan and said in a compromise manner, "Anan, I choose you, don't be angry."

Qiao Anan's tears turned into laughter, "That's pretty much it."

The three mothers not far away looked at their children's attitude in dealing with the problem, looked at each other, and all smiled helplessly.

These three children have been arguing like this since childhood, and they don't know what their relationship will be like when they grow up.

It seems that every time we get together, the children have some small conflicts. The adults watch them constantly deal with problems, and then new problems keep popping up.

Maybe this is the price of growth.

Gain growth from constantly resolving conflicts.

…

After staying in the hospital for two days, Yao Ruoyan insisted on being discharged, so Hong Zhanpeng had no choice but to go through the discharge procedures for her and take her back to the studio.

"You can just rest in the room. There is no need to come down to help."

"I'm fine."

Yao Ruoyan shook her head, "I have to teach the children, so I don't have time to think about it."

"Okay then. If you feel uncomfortable, don't hold on, just say it."

Hong Zhanpeng did not reject Yao Ruoyan anymore. She was right. Having something done made her feel more relaxed.

There are several more freshmen coming to class today than usual. Yao Ruoyan teaches some basic introductory knowledge of painting.

When she got busy, she completely forgot that she was a patient recovering from a serious illness. The children also liked her very much and gathered around her to ask all kinds of questions.

Hong Zhanpeng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yao Ruoyan was very happy.

Children are the most innocent, and there is no need to feel any pressure when getting along with them. This is why he insists on opening a studio.

He doesn't like the office atmosphere, the intrigue, and it's too tiring.

"Goodbye, teacher."

"goodbye."

At twelve o'clock at noon, the children all left one after another.

Yao Ruoyan simply tidied up the desktop and waited for the children who would come to class in the afternoon.

"Ruoyan, come have lunch."

Hong Zhanpeng came over with two bowls of noodles and handed one to Yao Ruoyan.

"Why do you cook noodles by yourself today?"

Yao Ruoyan looked at Hong Zhanpeng in surprise, and he smiled and responded, "You are only just sick, so it would be bad for you to eat junk takeout. The food you cook yourself is nutritious and healthy."

"That's true."

Yao Ruoyan nodded, "Actually, you should consider finding a girlfriend, so that someone will take care of you."

"Girlfriend is too troublesome."

Hong Zhanpeng shook his head, "I still like to be alone like this. No one cares about me. I feel so free."

"You can't think like that."

Yao Ruoyan shook her head in a funny way, "If you don't find a girlfriend, don't get married, and stay alone every day, won't you be depressed?"

"I'm very busy during the day, and sometimes fall asleep at night. Where does the depression come from?"

Hong Zhanpeng shook his head and laughed, "The so-called depression is just caused by some people who have too much time and nothing to do, and they fool themselves into it."

"You are quite reasonable."

Yao Ruoyan has known Hong Zhanpeng for so many years, but he seems to have always been in this heartless state.

If one person is full, the whole family will not be hungry.

Through his own efforts, he has bought the studio from the landlord. Without the pressure of rent, he lives even more happily.

"Ruoyan, listen to my advice."

Hong Zhanpeng looked at Hong Zhanpeng seriously, "Don't embarrass yourself. If you are unhappy, just find a way to make yourself happy. It's not your fault that your marriage is unhappy. Since you are already unhappy, just give up."

"give up?"

Yao Ruoyan smiled bitterly and shook her head, "No, it's not as easy as you think."

"If you move a tree to death, you will move people to death. It's not easy, but you have to find a way. You can't kill yourself, right?"

Hong Zhanpeng looked at Yao Ruoyan disapprovingly, "I don't know what's going on with your husband, but as a man, you've been away from home for so many days and he hasn't come out to comfort you. It's too strange."

"He was injured and was recovering, so he couldn't come to me."

Hong Zhanpeng was very surprised by Yao Ruoyan's words. He didn't know about it before because she never said it.

"All right."

Hong Zhanpeng nodded, "In short, my friend will always be your backing. If you are wronged, you can come to me."

"Thank you."

Yao Ruoyan and Hong Zhanpeng met by chance, but have been friends for many years.

She still remembered that it was raining heavily that day, and Hong Zhanpeng was holding a lot of painting tools in his hands and holding an umbrella, looking very embarrassed.

So she took the initiative to step forward with an umbrella to protect him from the rain, and escorted him to the studio.

She also likes to draw, and he just wanted to hire a teaching assistant, and she was free, so she agreed.

She stayed in the studio for half a year, and after leaving, the two only contacted occasionally through WeChat.

He didn't want to disturb her life, and she thought the same way.
Chapter completed!