After Meng Chuyuan dealt with the accident of dipping the brush in the wrong paint, he refilled the color and completed the remaining parts.
Seeing that Meng Chuyuan was painting so seriously, Lu Qianling glanced at her drawing board. The upper half was the sky, and the lower sides were yard green plants and flower beds. There was also a road leading to the gate in the middle, which narrowed from wide to narrow.
She asked with some confusion: "What's so easy to draw here?"
Meng Chuyuan: "To pass the time."
There was no sun today, and a layer of light dark clouds covered the sky. The treetops in the yard swayed with the breeze. Perhaps due to the influence of the weather, the overall light seemed gloomy, which made the people watching the scene feel unhappy.
But when these scenery appeared in Meng Chuyuan's drawing board, the picture seemed to appear in midsummer, with the sun shining brightly, green leaves luxuriant, and butterflies still visible in the flowerbed.
Lu Qianling first observed Meng Chuyuan's painting, and then raised his head to look at the real scene in front of him. The proportions of the paintings were exactly the same, and the position of any reference objects was not even changed. However, he could see the scenery of different seasons on the drawing board.
"It's really amazing." Lu Qianling opened her eyes wide in astonishment, with a hint of admiration in her voice: "Facing such a gloomy sky, you can actually paint it into a sunny day?"
Meng Chuyuan raised his eyebrows calmly and said softly: "Why not?"
She does not necessarily pursue realism in her paintings, but focuses on practicing her mood. It is common to paint day and night, and changing seasons is not difficult for her.
Lu Qianling leaned towards her and whispered in Meng Chuyuan's ear: "I'm curious, what did you do before?"
"Just like you, I study in school."
"..." Lu Qianling asked, "Besides this, don't you have anything else to do?"
When Meng Chuyuan heard this, his eyelids retracted slightly, his expression was slightly gloomy, and he said softly: "No."
Lu Qianling groaned and said with some regret: "That's such a pity."
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Towards evening, Meng Chuyuan finished the painting. Seeing that Lu Qianling liked the painting, he gave it to her.
Lu Qingye didn't work overtime tonight. He got home after seven o'clock. At that time, Meng Chuyuan was still cooking in the kitchen, and Lu Qianling was sitting in the living room playing with his mobile phone.
Seeing Lu Qingye enter the room, Lu Qianling subconsciously turned off her phone and hid it behind her. She looked up and smiled as Lu Qingye walked over: "Brother, you are finally back."
"Class starts tomorrow, why are you back?"
Lu Qianling pouted and said dissatisfied: "You also said it would be tomorrow, so I can't go home during the weekend?"
Before it was time for dinner, Lu Qingye chatted with his sister in the living room for a while, asking about her recent situation at school. Of course, he also started to settle old scores with her and educated her on the last time she was absent from class for no reason.
Lu Qianling knew that she couldn't escape. After finishing this ideological education, she felt that she couldn't just let herself be wronged. She also complained in front of her elder brother and told him about Lu Jinsen's rumor that he was kicked out of the house.
To show his sincerity, Lu Qianling also raised his hand and swore: "It's really not me who gossiped, it was my second brother who took the initiative to tell me."
"..." Lu Qingye had no expression on his face at this moment.
He tilted his head, looking at the busy figure in the kitchen, and his eyes suddenly sank...
——
Lu Jinsen has been working harder these days, leaving early and coming back late every day. He finished work early tonight and got home before nine o'clock.
As soon as he entered the house, he saw Lu Qingye walking down the stairs with one hand in his trouser pocket. His deep voice could be heard in the quiet living room: "You're back?"
"Um."
Seeing Lu Jinsen looking gray and dusty after running around all day, Lu Qingye walked to the living room, poured a cup of hot water and handed it to him.
The moment Lu Jinsen saw him handing over the water glass, his eyes were stunned. He was stunned for several seconds, making sure that the glass of water was poured for him, and then reached out to take it.
He raised his eyes and said somewhat flattered: "Thank you, brother."
Lu Jinsen held the glass in both hands and warmed his stiff hands first. After the water was no longer so hot, he picked it up and took a sip.
Just when he felt a little warm, he suddenly heard Lu Qingye's cold voice ringing in his ears: "I've signed you up for a cooking class. The address will be sent to you later. I'll report it when I have time."
Lu Jinsen's head buzzed, and he looked at him in shock: "Cooking class?"
Did he hear it correctly?
Lu Qingye: "Yeah."
Lu Jinsen had just finished his last job and was about to take a good rest for a few days. Before he could finish his breath, he heard that Lu Qingye had signed him up for a cooking class.
"No..." Lu Jinsen put down the cup in his hand, with deep doubts in his eyes: "Why?"
"Look at your leisure time."
When Lu Jinsen heard this, he almost became anxious: "Where am I free!"
Since taking over the pastoral variety show last month, he has been basically idle, with all kinds of odd jobs coming to him, and he has finished all the work he has never done in his life.
Not long after, he took the initiative to compromise with Lu Qingye: "Okay, I will report tomorrow."
"Also, watch your mouth."
Lu Jinsen: "..."
At this time, Lu Qianling was hiding in the corner, looking like she was gloating. When Lu Qingye went upstairs, she walked out openly, clapping her little hands happily.
She came to Lu Jinsen's side and circled him, smiling happily.
"Why are you laughing?" Lu Jinsen looked at her with a hint of disgust in his eyes.
Lu Qianling made a face at him, the smile in her eyes not diminishing: "I'm happy, do you care?"
Back in the bedroom, Lu Qingye went directly to the cloakroom, preparing to take clothes to take a shower.
As soon as he walked in, he saw his suitcase on the ground. Meng Chuyuan took out the clothes in the suitcase and put them neatly aside.
Lu Qingye saw her squatting on the ground, helping him tidy up, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
"Let me do it."
When he came over and was about to squat down, Meng Chuyuan suddenly pulled out a palm-sized gift box from his box.
Meng Chuyuan looked at the exquisite design of the gift box, but she didn't hold it firmly and the box just fell and opened automatically.
"What is this?" Just when she saw Lu Qingye appear, Meng Chuyuan raised her eyes and looked at him. She kept packing her hands. When she touched the gift box, she lowered her eyes and saw that there was a piece of women's silk inside. towel.
Meng Chuyuan raised his eyes slightly and said calmly: "It turns out to be a silk scarf."
"..." Lu Qingye was stunned for a moment, with a trace of imperceptible loss flashing in his eyes.
I originally wanted to find an opportunity to give it to her, but now Meng Chuyuan discovered it on his own. The surprise was gone. From her tone, it seemed that she had misunderstood something.
Meng Chuyuan calmly put the scarf back into the box, and when he was about to close it, Lu Qingye suddenly squatted down in front of her and subconsciously held her wrist.
(End of chapter)
