After school, Xiao Yuanchen went home first if he had something to do. Cao Aiqian went to the studio alone. It was already around 6:30 in the evening.
The door of the studio was ajar. Cao Aiqian opened the door and walked in. She saw Chen Luoxing rummaging for something furtively in front of her drawing board. When she saw Cao Aiqian walking in, she dropped a few pieces of manuscript paper in a panic.
"What are you doing?!" Cao Aiqian asked unhappily.
"No...nothing." Chen Luoxing quickly packed up the fallen manuscript and hid it, and then said, "One of my paintings fell. I came to the studio to look for it."
Cao Aiqian ignored her and went straight to the easel to sit down and began to prepare for today's manuscript. While painting, he thought to himself that once he rented a house, he would not have to sneak to the school studio to complete the manuscript.
Chen Luoxing picked up the paintbrush, secretly confused in his heart, but his face remained calm.
The studio was very quiet. Apart from the sound of the two breathing, the only sound was the rustling of their paintings. Chen Luoxing secretly observed Cao Aiqian in the mirror.
"Cao Aiqian, why are you suddenly keen on painting?" Chen Luoxing said suddenly.
"Well, so what?" Cao Aiqian said in a casual tone without raising his head.
Chen Luo
Seeing that Cao Aiqian ignored her, he hatched another plan. He took his drawings and prepared to ask Cao Aiqian for his opinion under the pretense, so that she would know why she secretly went to the studio every day.
However, before she could take a few steps, Cao Aiqian interrupted her coldly: "What are you doing here?" Cao Aiqian was extremely indifferent, and seemed to see the domineering and domineering self of her before.
Seeing her expression, Chen Luoxing felt a little frightened, but he still pretended not to care and said, "Tsk, I just want to ask you about painting. Why are you making such a fuss?"
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Cao Ai rolled his eyes and didn't bother to talk to her. He walked out of the studio with the drawing and went to the bathroom. Only then did he realize that it was raining heavily outside, the sky was completely dark, and the streets of the school were empty with no one around.
At this time, she was secretly happy in her heart. Thanks to Aunt Liu who had prepared an umbrella for her in the morning, she might have been soaked in the rain.
When Cao Aiqian returned to the studio, Chen Luoxing had already left. After packing up her painting supplies, she was about to take out the umbrella from her backpack, but found that the umbrella was missing.
She rummaged through the entire schoolbag anxiously but still couldn't find it. She clearly remembered that she had never taken out the umbrella since she put it in her backpack.
So, the result is, did Chen Luoxing take away her umbrella on purpose?
She couldn't care so much anymore. She took out her mobile phone and looked at it. The battery of her mobile phone was seriously low and it had been turned off. Now she had no choice but to run to the school gate and take a taxi.
But the school studio building was far away from the school gate, so she wasn't worried about getting wet, but heavy rain like this would inevitably get her drawings wet tonight.
She put the drawing in the innermost layer of her schoolbag, then took off her coat, wrapped the schoolbag, and plunged into the heavy rain.
Cao Aiqian was sitting in a taxi. She was wearing a blue and white dress and a pair of canvas shoes. Her hair was very thick but had water dripping down from it. She looked at her dress and shoes that were soaked by the rain, and she felt sad in her heart. A little panicked.
Fortunately, her drawing did not get wet, and soon the taxi drove to Cao's villa. Cao Aiqian got out of the car wet and met Cao Kouwen who had just returned from get off work.
By accident, she fell into his arms, causing a large area of his clothes to get wet.
Cao Aiqian raised her head, her cheeks were red, and she whispered: "Yes...I'm sorry."
Cao Kouwen looked confused, stretched out his hand to rub her head, and asked gently: "Why are you back now? Are you in such a mess?"
Cao Aiqian's eyes turned to the villa, and she said: "I just...just..."
"Did you get caught in the rain just now?" Cao Kouwen saw something evasive in her eyes, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly, "I'll take you back to your room."
"Hmm...yeah." Cao Aiqian nodded.
Cao Kouwen took her into the house. He took off his coat and put it on Cao Aiqian: "Go and take a hot bath. I'll ask Aunt Liu to make you a bowl of ginger soup."
"Yeah!" Cao Aiqian nodded again.
Returning to her bedroom, before closing the door, she saw Cao Kowen standing at the stairs, still looking at her worriedly.
She closed the door gently, then walked to the bathroom, taking off her wet clothes and draining the water.
The water flowed loudly, but her heart was empty.
When Cao Aiqian came out of the shower, there was a bowl of ginger soup on the table. The ginger soup exuded a strong ginger smell, and she couldn't help but take a spoonful and drink it. Then she put the empty bowl next to her and picked up a magazine from the bookcase.
Lying on the soft bed, Cao Aiqian stared at the sky outside the window with his eyes open, but his heart was confused and irritable. She couldn't understand how the time and space administrator could choose someone like her to promote economic development.
Gradually, memories began to spread: she remembered that her mother had died in childbirth since she was born, and her father later married a new aunt and had a new child. She had a bad relationship with her stepmother during her rebellious period in junior high school, and they often had conflicts, and she ran to her grandma's house in anger. She was so angry that she thought her father would come to pick her up, but she only waited for his acquiescence.
From then on, she lived with her grandma, and she always liked painting. The high tuition fees for painting were earned by her grandma from running a small supermarket.
When she was 23 years old, she worked as an interior designer in a construction and decoration company, and she also had a large savings. Once, the company selected outstanding designers to go to a design exhibition abroad, and she got this opportunity because she ranked first in performance. The first time I took an overseas flight, I had an accident and came to this parallel time and space.
