"Chu Qiao, we can't be so selfish." Pu Zhiyong persuaded, "Last week you said you were going back to Switzerland. Fortunately, you can adjust your schedule. You already have a heavy role, and now you have to take leave. This is really embarrassing for everyone."

Chen Chuqiao, who had been pacing, suddenly stopped and pressed his forehead against the wall, not looking at them or saying a word.

Several people looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that they had listened.

Pu Zhiyong was really afraid that she would just say "I want to go back" like she did just now, and she would be quite stubborn and careless. He said, "Don't worry, there will be a holiday for you, and it won't be too late to go back then."

"It's too late now!" Her tone was urgent and angry.

Realizing that he had vented his anger, Chen Chuqiao wiped his face and said sorry, then went out of the balcony.

Looking at her who was on the phone, Han Huizhen sighed. After talking to her boyfriend on the phone in the afternoon, her attitude of wanting to go back no matter what was really bluffing. If she gave up and quit, they would have nothing to do with her.

Fortunately, she has figured it out by herself now.

——

"What did you do to make her angry?" Biao Zhixun asked Song Minhao. He received a message early this morning asking him to accompany him to find Chen Chuqiao, saying that he had caused trouble.

"I lost her painting," Song Minhao said with a bitter face, "It's over."

"Haha, it should be okay, she won't care about this."

"I feel like she will be angry." So he pulled Biao Zhixun over to keep him company, because Song Minhao felt that Chen Chuqiao and Biao Zhixun were actually better friends.

Biao Zhixun didn't expect that he thought he was closer to Chen Chuqiao, so he had a different opinion, "I'm obviously better off with you, right?" The two of them would draw together, and they got to know him first and then themselves.

"It's you." They have similar dressing preferences, food tastes, and similar growing backgrounds. When the two of them laugh silly, Song Minho really feels like they are brother and sister.

"Really?" Biao Zhixun was a little surprised, lowered his head and smiled secretly.

As he said that, he arrived. The person who opened the door was Park Jiyong. He and Han Hye Jung and Lee Jae Beom were about to leave.

The two of them looked at each other and felt something was wrong in the atmosphere.

Chen Chuqiao was lying on the sofa. After hearing the sound, he got up and came over.

"I sent you a message," Song Minhao asked, "Didn't you check your phone?"

"No."

Song Minhao understood that because of her eye pain, she seldom looked at her phone recently, and her messages were also slow to be answered. This time, she still communicated by phone.

She was wearing an eye patch on one eye, looking a little gloomy.

Biao Zhixun thought to himself, too bad, this was the first time he saw Chen Chuqiao looking so depressed.

"Danya made the cake," Song Minho lifted the cake in a flattering manner, "This is for you."

The three of them sat on the carpet and ate cake around the coffee table.

Chen Chuqiao was absentmindedly picking up his phone to look at it, replying to messages or something.

Song Minhao looked at Biao Zhixun and then at Chen Chuqiao, his eyes almost rolled over. He hadn't thought about what to say yet. The main reason was that she was in a strange state today, which made him feel very dignified.

Seeing that Song Minhao didn't dare to act rashly, Piao Zhixun helped him, "Chu Qiao, Minhao has something to tell you."

"Um?"

Caught off guard, he was cueed, "Axi, you!" Crazy! Song Minhao swallowed the curse words down his throat and pushed Piao Zhixun, who was gloating about his misfortune.

Looking at Chen Chuqiao, he opened his mouth several times before whispering, "I'm sorry, Chu Qiao, I lost your words."

"Is it the sheep one?" She was still a little confused and asked again uncertainly, "Is it the one placed at the door?"

"Well, when I took a taxi, I thought it would get dirty if I put it in the back compartment, so"

"That's my most satisfying painting recently." Chen Chuqiao said without blinking, speaking in a light voice.

"I'm really sorry," Song Minhao watched as Biao Zhixun patted her comfortingly. Her eyes turned red and he was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly. "Why are you crying? I'm sorry."

Biao Zhixun was also proud. His hands were hanging in the air and he didn't dare to put them down. He looked at Song Minhao in panic and then at her, "Are you okay?"

"Just throw it away. Why do you tell me?"

Chen Chuqiao hugged his knees and buried his head in. There have been too many things recently. When he started crying, he had long forgotten the original reason. However, he still remembered that someone was there, trying desperately to hold back the sobs.

The two of them thought that she was already unhappy, and losing the painting made it even worse. They quickly sat close to her and comforted her with gentle words.

After a while, Chen Chuqiao still refused to raise his head or speak.

Biao Zhixun opened his hands hesitantly, and hugged her very slowly, very gently, "It's okay, it's okay."

She was not short, but when she was bunched up like this, she was extremely thin. Song Minhao moved his buttocks and stretched out his hand.

Feeling the different embraces from both sides, tears were like a flood. Chen Chuqiao buried his head deeper and said with a slight sob, "It's not because of the painting."

The two exchanged surprised looks and asked softly, "What's going on?"

She shook her head and refused to say anything.

——

By the time Chen Chuqiao could return to Switzerland, it was already more than half a month later. It happened to be the weekend, so he went straight from the airport to Noah's house.

Wearing home clothes, with his left arm in a cast raised on his chest, he smiled and said hello, "Hi, Bella."

Chen Chuqiao looked at his hand in a daze, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Hi." The hand holding the flower moved, not knowing what to do.

In the past, when they met, it was natural to give them big hugs and kisses. At this time, she was a little stunned and stood timidly, not knowing what to do.

He took the initiative to extend his right hand and gestured for a hug, "How are you doing?"

He obviously had a lot of grievances to say, but he hesitated.

All the bad things I encountered during these days, the filming didn't go well, my eyes hurt so much that I couldn't open them, and even my favorite painting became boring and annoying. I wanted to go back to Geneva right away, but I couldn't help myself. I was filled with all my worries and almost wanted to vent them.

I wanted to tell him how messed up I was.

Noah still smiled gently and waited for her, as always.

Suddenly she realized that it seemed that every time she came to Noah's house, he opened the door. Every time, from the first time to today, it was him.

Chen Chuqiao took two steps forward and hugged him. All the grievances were no longer important. All she wanted to tell him was, "I miss you."

Noah thought that Bella must be having a hard time recently.

She is a person with two extremes, extremely cheerful and extremely depressed. She seems to have nothing on her mind, but when she is quiet, she hides a lot of things, but she doesn't say anything.

The late message and the brief reply were all conveying her emotions to him. She must be going through something, so Noah didn't tell her about the car accident. Bella had endured enough, and he didn't want her to do it again.

Worried.

He kissed her and said, "I miss you too, very much."

Chen Chuqiao tried hard to recall the last time he came to Noah's house. It seemed like a long, long time ago. After walking into his room, he felt that it hadn't been that long. All the furnishings in the room were still so familiar, and the group photo taken on the Malibu beach was still the same.

Standing tall on a low cabinet.

It was his cousin's wedding. In the photo, she was wearing a goose-yellow skirt and holding a bouquet of white tulips in her hand. Noah hugged her waist from behind, and the two of them laughed happily.

What is the flower language of tulips? She couldn't remember.

"Hey! Want to write something on my plaster?"

Chen Chuqiao immediately came out of his contemplation, picked up his energy, took the nearby marker and turned around. "Okay" he stopped talking, only to see an obvious blank space on the colorful plaster filled with words and graffiti.

But for a moment, she carefully touched the plaster, pointed to the words around the blank space, and said with a smile, "This is written by Emma, ​​this is Chris."

Writing "ellsoon! partycountdown (get well soon, party countdown)" one stroke at a time, Chen Chuqiao raised his head and asked, "When are you going to take this down?"

Noah's eyes were full of smiles and he calculated the days for her, "There are still 13 days."

"13 days

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Chen Chuqiao capped the pen and said with satisfaction, "Okay!"

I don't know when the rain stopped, and the dark clouds slowly dissipated.

"Want some cookies? I baked cookies specially today."

"OK!"

The cookies made by Noah's chef are Chen Chuqiao's favorite, and he often brings them to school. Every time he comes to his house, he will definitely have this snack.

"Let me draw a picture for you," she suddenly thought of drawing a picture for him and asked, "Have I never painted a picture for you?"

So I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find the paints and brushes that had been left here before, and simply started painting.

In the painting, Noah is wearing the same home clothes, sitting in the same place, and even the half-bitten cookie is reproduced. The difference is that his hands are not plastered, but resting leisurely on the sofa

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Chen Chuqiao is not the kind of person who gets obsessed with creation once he paints. He was chatting with Noah while painting. He was playing with his mobile phone and was distracted and kept responding to her.

Noah said, "I really didn't expect that Joey would call you and disturb you, right?"

After a pause, she said, "No, you should have told me."

"Actually, it's nothing. You can't. You've been very busy recently, right?"

"I'm sorry"

"It's okay."

Once again, he was interrupted before he finished speaking. Chen Chuqiao felt as if he had a tight chest and couldn't breathe. He always said it didn't matter.

"It doesn't matter, it's not fair to you," she took a deep breath and said, "You can't always be like this." She always takes on a lot of things and remains silent.
To be continued...