Chapter 538 Is he worthy of being in the sun?

Xingxing looked at it and pouted, "Huh! If I don't go, I won't go!"

Taking small steps, he walked back into the house to play with his paintbrush.

Yu Ran looked towards the direction where the father and son were leaving, but after a while they could no longer be seen, and they didn't know how fast they were pedaling.

Then he looked at the serious figure of his daughter lying on the table through the window, with a smile on her lips.

In the school, Xiang Xiu just walked in from the outside and saw Liang Zhao who was sitting at the table and looking at his book seriously. He was so engrossed that he didn't notice that he walked in.

He coughed, but Liang Zhao didn't move, not even raising an eyebrow.

Xiang Xiang was a little uncomfortable carrying his schoolbag and carrying his things. He first put the schoolbag on his chair, then walked to Liang Zhao specifically, and deliberately made the sound of moving the chair louder.

It crackled and the sound was a bit loud.

Liang Zhao finally moved. He twisted his neck. It was probably because he had been reading for too long and his neck felt a little uncomfortable. Then he turned back in confusion and looked at Xiuxiang, "Are you okay?"

Shouxiang took out the sauce that Yu Ran asked him to give to Liang Zhao, "My mother made this herself. It's so delicious that she asked me to bring you a bottle."

Liang Zhao hesitated for a moment.

He doesn't like taking other people's things for no reason.

Xiangxiang knew his temper. Although he seemed to be living a difficult life, he was actually very principled. "Take it, otherwise my mother will think that I have a bad relationship with you."

Liang Zhao paused and took it anyway.

You can feel the fragrance through the bottle.

It was a delicacy he had never tasted before.

He had always felt that the meat dishes cooked in the school cafeteria were extremely delicious, but today, compared with the aroma of this sauce, he felt a little lacking.

Liang Zhao lowered his head and his stomach growled unconsciously.

Xiangxiang was a little surprised when he heard this, "Didn't you eat at night?"

Liang Zhao touched his stomach and said "hmm" in a low voice for a long time.

He lied. He actually went to get the meal and asked the aunt in the cafeteria to help add a little more food and rice. Then while it was still hot, he borrowed a bicycle from the waste collector and wrapped the lunch box in thick clothes.

We arrived home in a short time.

Sure enough, the stove at home was still cold and there was no cooking.

Seeing the sudden appearance of Liang Zhao, his mother was even more panicked for a moment, and then made an excuse that she would cook later.

He gave the rice to his mother, but she waved it away. It wasn't until she saw that he was really full and his belly was round that he took the rice with a choked voice and ate it with his grandparents while it was still hot.

Then he asked him to take his lunch box and go back to school quickly, because he was afraid it would be difficult to leave after dark.

He even tremblingly took out a wad of scattered money from his pocket, which was all wrinkled. The money that he had been saving for an unknown amount of time but was not willing to spend was stuffed directly into his hand.

My mother, who was beautiful and respectable when she was young, now has a sallow face, saying, "Zhao Zhao, although you don't spend money on food and accommodation at school, you will always find something useful. You must take this money."

Knowing her son's temper, she said forcefully, "If you don't take it, we will starve to death from the food you give us."

Liang Zhao paused, then took it, clenching his palms tightly into fists.

As soon as he went out and ran to a place where no one was around, his eyes turned red.

Then he ran to the reed field to relieve himself.

He just drank a lot of water just to fill his stomach and hide it from his family.

One meal, no matter how much it is, is still too little for three adults to eat together.

Thinking of this, Liang Zhao's mouth turned bitter, and smelling the fragrance in the jar made him feel even more empty in his stomach.

Xiangxiang didn't seem to notice his embarrassment. He ran directly to his bag and took out the pancake made by Yu Ran. It was specially stuffed with leek and egg because he loved it. "You can help me get rid of a piece of cake."

Pancakes, my mother was afraid that I would be hungry at school, so she made several pancakes. The weather was hot and it was a waste if I couldn’t eat them. Can you help me with two pancakes?"

As he said that, he took out two pieces of cake and gave them to him.

Liang Zhao shook his head and refused, "You go ahead and eat. Your mother made this for you. I'll drink some water and I won't be hungry."

"Can you just help me? Otherwise it would be a shame to waste food."

Liang Zhao paused for a moment, took one piece of cake, and said he didn't want the remaining piece.

I had no choice but to let him go.

"You put some sauce on the cake. The sauce made by my mother is very delicious." Xiangxiang also took a piece of cake to eat, which was covered with a thick layer of sauce.

The tip of Liang Zhao's nose twitched slightly, the scent of seafood sauce was spreading everywhere in the air, and he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

I couldn't help myself, so I opened the seafood sauce and scooped out a spoonful, not daring to scoop more.

The pancakes are still hot and eaten with the sauce. It's so delicious that I almost bite off my tongue.

Liang Zhao lowered his head, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

After a long while, he whispered, "Thank you."

The voice is sincere.

He knew that Xiangshou deliberately said that he couldn't eat it and asked him to help solve it. In fact, he was afraid that he would not accept it because of his face.

Xiangxiu was stunned for a moment, then he opened his lips and smiled. As he was smiling, he looked at the paintings on the table, and his smile froze for a moment.

I can't laugh anymore.

He said that he seemed to have nothing to do, and it turned out that he had forgotten about this incident.

In an instant, when I looked at Liang Zhao, I felt it was an eyesore when I looked left or right.

Liang Zhao has been particularly sensitive to emotions since he was a child. He naturally felt the changes in Xiuxiu's emotions and raised his head in confusion.

Don't understand what's going on.

After Xiang Xiu finished eating the cake in his hand, he saw the oil on his hand and was filled with malice. He might as well have dripped the oil on the painting, and finally on Liang Zhao's head, covering up his painting which was more beautiful than his own.

I walked to the table and stood still. When I saw the cute cartoons on the table, I paused and took some paper to wipe my hands clean.

After all, it’s my sister’s hard work.

Liang Zhao, who had sharp eyes, also saw it and praised with a smile, "Did your sister give this to you? The painting is really beautiful."

This painting is childish and innocent, and it looks like it could only have been painted by Lu Qinghe's sister.

Thinking of that clever and beautiful little girl from last time, I couldn't help but be afraid and look at him again several times.

Liang Zhao smiled.

Xiangxiang took a deep breath and said, "She drew it, but she didn't give it to me."

Having said this, I am still a little depressed now.

"Who is that for?" Liang Zhao was a little surprised and went to observe the painting again.

I found that the little man above was a bit strange, his clothes seemed to have patches.

Lu Qinghe comes from a very good family, and there are very few patches on his clothes.

It's really strange. The people in the painting are obviously very abstract, but Liang Zhao feels that the painting is very vivid, and the more he looks at it, the more familiar it becomes.

He shook his head quickly, feeling that he was thinking too much.

Xiangyouyou glanced at him, and sighed deeply, "This painting is for you."

Liang Zhao: "..."

He was really shocked and pointed at himself, "...me?"

"Yes." Xiangxiao gritted his teeth and handed the painting to him with great treasure, "You have to keep this painting well. If I find that you are not good at it, I will not spare you."

He said through gritted teeth.

Liang Zhao took it blankly, and when he saw the man above looking up at the sun, the smile hanging on his lips was a bit unfamiliar.

Does a person like him who has been in darkness since birth deserve to be in the sun?
Chapter completed!