Lu Zhiyuan looked at her, rubbed his arm on her sleeve, and put his hand side by side with hers before searching for this person in his memory: "Didn't we pick him up together last time?"
Gu CiCi took the spoon and stirred the porridge: "No, I don't like her very much."
Lu Zhiyuan took back his hand: "She asked you to drop out of school?"
"I don't have any feelings. She just said it was hers. In fact, she has been in the Imperial City, but I have never seen her. My grandma is a legend in our family. It has always existed and no one has seen her. She seems to have been there before she was married.
I worked as a nanny for a very wealthy family in Imperial City. After getting married, I stayed at home for a year and never went back. Moreover, she never wanted me to go to school here. She felt that I should get married after graduating from high school and start her own career.
I have such a strong heart, but I feel that I should not go to school in my hometown. It’s so strange. So, I don’t think we will get to know each other too well in the future.”
Lu Zhiyuan held her hand.
"Relax, let's eat."
"She shouldn't let you go to school." Lu Zhiyuan looked at her seriously.
"Yeah, how could I meet you if I wasn't in school..."
"No, if you didn't meet me, you would still be worthy."
Gu CiCi ruffled his slightly longer hair and pressed her forehead against his: "You think everyone is the same as you and you think I'm the best."
Lu Zhiyuan felt that there was no doubt about this: "Is it okay if you don't go to school?"
Gu Cici asked him to look at the drawing board next to him and the mobile phone stand Shen Guangyao had just set up: "Two masters, the homework has been assigned. Do you think they are asking me to be lazy?"
"Have you decided to follow Professor Yang?"
"He's quite cute." Although his painting skills are average.
"He likes your paintings very much."
"Why not say he was impressed by my charm?"
Lu Zhiyuan didn't say anything.
"Okay, let's eat. Why is your stomach so bad? Aren't you keeping healthy every day? Did you develop this? Did you bring it in the womb?"
Lu Zhiyuan avoided the important and took the easy: "It's just a little uncomfortable. They are exaggerating."
In this way, he cannot eat spicy food, not because he is being hypocritical, but because his body does not allow it: "Whether they exaggerate or not, you can honestly live for three days."
The team of doctors headed by Dr. Zhao is considering taking advantage of Mr. Lu's cooperation to conduct a 24-hour electroencephalogram test on him.
…
"Aunt Gu, where have you been today?" Ye Man went into the kitchen to serve a plate of fruit.
Qian Yuzhi heard this and accidentally cut his hand.
Ye Man hurriedly walked over: "Are you okay? Aunt Lin, band-aid."
"I scratched it just now, accidentally, not serious."
"Don't touch the water these days."
"Thank you, madam."
Qian Yuzhi sent the young lady away and looked at the house she had lived in for so many years. Why couldn't it be hers? It was almost successful, as long as there was no such person.
In the study room of the Song family.
Song Moshan wore glasses and zoomed in and out of Lao Yang's circle of friends, looking for the one he wanted to see among the assignments he sent.
Among the densely packed pictures, he saw what he wanted to see at a glance. Yes, the grass under the trees by Mingxin Lake and the geese flying on the lake were particularly vivid. It showed interest from small details and the momentum from the overall situation. It was really interesting.
How should I put it? It's very to his liking.
Although Professor Yang's word is poorly used, it is indeed useful - spirituality. Her works are very spiritual, which not everyone has.
Originally, the second son of his family had a job, but unfortunately, he broke his leg and refused to enter this profession. The remaining children and grandchildren are more or less inferior to the second son.
Song Moshan soon discovered that Lao Yang had posted another student work with text - a handsome boy written by his beloved disciple.
Song Moshan felt unhappy for a while. He was not serious. It was enough trouble for such a young man to guide her in that direction. What's more, the figure paintings buried her. She should be more interested in landscapes.
But... Song Moshan looked at this character picture, and it seemed to be particularly vivid. This boy from the Lu family did look quite handsome, and he also had the feeling of a businessman.
This is not the point. The point is that he wants to see her landscape paintings. Why does the one by the lake use gouache and ink?
"What are you looking at? You've been browsing on your phone for several hours." Grandma Song came in with fruit.
"I didn't see anything. Where is Wanwan, are you back?" Song Moshan pressed save, thought for a while, and saved the figure painting.
"I'm back. I'm in the room."
"Don't pamper her too much."
Grandma Song was not happy to hear it: "She wasn't doing anything in the first place. It was those people who deliberately provoked her. Today's children don't speak well."
"If she hadn't spoken so loudly about this matter at the beginning, which made people look down upon her, and then those people stepped down on her so much, she must have been talking nonsense outside."
How could Grandma Song not know this? But who would have thought that Zheng Qiu's refusal to take soft and hard advice was originally a matter of good for you, me and everyone: "She'd better not have any children or grandchildren who want to learn painting from you."
"Okay, needle-sized eyes."
"If you say anything to me, say it to Wanwan, how dare you."
…
Professor Yang felt that after the apprenticeship banquet, there were many likes on WeChat Moments and they were all messages asking him to post more. He did not hide it. There was a painting with the theme of "Sunset" due in two days. He had read the manuscript of Ci Ci.
, majestic atmosphere, let them open their eyes when the time comes.
…
"Is the ancient Ci Ci still there?"
"Auntie, I'm not here."
"Why aren't you here yet?"
"The department's tasks last for an unknown number of days."
"Can you tell me where they went, so I can go look for them myself?"
"Running around the Imperial City, it's not necessarily where it is."
Qian Yuzhi's good manners are about to run out: "I will hand my people over to your school. This is how your school tells parents!"
"You are the child's..."
Qian Yuzhi was so angry that she had a headache. She could only call her daughter-in-law again, but she couldn't get through at all.
…
"She's here again? Well, thank you, I understand." So diligent? What are you doing?
…
Today is the day for the Song family to gather for dinner. Their youngest daughter and uncle, who are on vacation to raise a baby, are here.
Song Xing, Song Yue and their brother-in-law were talking about the recent situation on the balcony.
Ye Man accompanied her sister-in-law to comfort her after her pregnancy.
Song Yanyan was a little impatient. She was very annoyed with this sister-in-law. She was annoyed with her before she married her eldest brother. They were about the same age, so why did everything go as she wished?