Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 118 Chun Yuwan's Room
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There was a knock on the door, and then the sound of footsteps came from inside the room.

The door was opened, and Chun Yuwan's face appeared in front of Bai Yang. Her silky black hair was casually tied sideways on her shoulders. She was still wearing a loose cotton and linen skirt with an apron on the outside.

"welcome."

She was a little shy: "The steamed pork with rice flour needs to be steamed for a while, please sit down first."

Bai Yang nodded and commented, "Student Chun Yuwan, your hairstyle is a bit dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Chun Yuwan was stunned for a moment: "Why?"

Bai Yang didn't respond and walked in: "Do you want to change your shoes?"

Chun Yuwan bent down and found a pair of slippers: "I bought them when my dad came last time. I wonder if your size will fit."

"It's a little small, but it works."

Putting on slippers, Bai Yang walked into the living room and looked around.

The layout is similar to my own rental house, but there are much more furniture and the decoration style looks very soft and comfortable.

Bai Yang noticed that there were quite a few paintings hanging on the wall.

They are basically landscape paintings, with sunsets, streams in the forest, and lonely figures under the starry sky.

The colors are brilliant and dazzling.

"You drew all of these, didn't you?" Bai Yang asked.

"Yeah." Chun Yuwan responded softly: "I drew these pictures based on the pictures I found on the Internet. I haven't been to these places."

"There will be a chance in the future." Bai Yang smiled and sat down at the dining table.

There was already a dish and a soup on the table, and the bowls and chopsticks were neatly placed in front of the seats.

"Stir-fried pork with peppers, seaweed and egg drop soup. Smells good."

"I didn't make much because I was afraid we wouldn't be able to finish it." Chun Yuwan said, "Would you like some water? We don't have any drinks at home."

"No need." Bai Yang asked with a smile, "Do you usually cook such a sumptuous meal?"

"It's because you're coming as a guest." Chun Yuwan said frankly, "For me, I can eat two dishes a day, and occasionally I'll make fried rice with eggs."

The sound of cooking came from the kitchen. Chun Yuwan hurriedly walked in, put on a pair of heat-proof gloves, and came out with a bowl of steamed pork with rice flour.

"Okay, it's time to eat!"

"Then I won't be polite." Bai Yang served himself a bowl of rice, then picked up the soup spoon and scooped a few spoonfuls of soup on it.

Chun Yuwan opened her mouth slightly: "The soup and rice must be separated! You can't soak the rice in soup!"

"Why not?" Bai Yang took a sip and asked in confusion.

"That's how we've been taught since we were little." Chun Yuwan said seriously, "Just like you can't stick chopsticks straight into rice, these are iron rules that must never be violated at the dinner table."

"Chopsticks can't be inserted straight up because that's how they are used during ancestor worship. Rice and soup can't be mixed together because we don't want children to choke." Bai Yang said confidently, "I'm not a child, so I can do it."

".All right."

Chun Yuwan’s cooking skills were pretty good. At least Bai Yang enjoyed the meal very much. He ate three bowls of rice straight away.

"Satisfied."

Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Bai Yang leaned back on the chair while rubbing his stomach: "Sure enough, cooking at home is much better than the pig food in the cafeteria."

"If you like, come again tomorrow." Chun Yuwan said.

"Oh?" Bai Yang raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

"Yeah." Chun Yuwan nodded: "It's not a big deal, just add a set of bowls and chopsticks."

"Besides, eating with two people is better than eating alone." She pursed her lips slightly: "Seeing you eat so deliciously, I feel my appetite is better."

Bai Yang chuckled: "Although I really want to come here every day without any hesitation, I'll forget it."

"I'm afraid I'm too used to it, and when Mr. Luo comes back he might accidentally go to the wrong door, which would be a bit embarrassing."

He changed the subject: "By the way, what have you been doing all morning?"

"It was already nine o'clock when I got up." Chun Yuwan counted on her fingers: "Then I had breakfast, watched some anime, called my mom, did some laundry, and started preparing dinner, and that's it till now."

“It’s really a daily routine.”

"There's nothing to do." Chun Yuwan said, "In the afternoon, I plan to study some cultural subjects on my own and then draw some pictures."

"What about you?"

"Class." Bai Yang summed it up in two words.

Chun Yuwan was silent for a moment: "Bai Yang, sometimes I wonder if I should go back to school?"

Bai Yang was stunned for a moment: "Do you go to school normally?"

"Yeah." Chun Yuwan hesitated, "It's not good to stay at home all the time. I don't feel like a high school student at all."

"But I'm not sure my mom would approve, and—"

She didn't continue talking, but Bai Yang knew that she still had concerns about what had happened.

"You don't have to be so anxious." Bai Yang thought for a moment and said, "The current situation is pretty good. There's no need to rush to change."

"It's not too late to enroll once you're more prepared, don't you think?"

"I'll listen to you."

"No, it doesn't matter what I say. What matters is what you think." Bai Yang waved his hand quickly: "After all, I can't face the world for you. The only thing I can do is to stand by you as a friend if anything happens."

Chun Yuwan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's enough."

Her tone became more relaxed: "Come on, I'll take you to pick out paintings." Bai Yang stood up: "I'll wash the dishes first."

"No need, just leave it for me to brush later."

"That won't do." Bai Yang said sternly, "The education I received doesn't allow me to sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor. If one person cooks, the other person must wash the dishes."

"Then I'll be with you."

The two of them were washing dishes side by side in the kitchen. Chun Yuwan turned her head and secretly glanced at Bai Yang who had a serious expression. Suddenly, she felt that this room was not so deserted anymore.

After tidying up, Chun Yuwan opened the bedroom door and said, "Come in."

"Then I won't be polite."

Speaking of which, this is the first time in this life that Bai Yang has entered a girl’s bedroom, and he feels a little curious.

The first thing you see is the walls covered with paintings, which are much more exaggerated than the living room and are hung densely.

And they are not exercises, basically they can be called works.

There are secondary creations of anime characters, portraits of real people, and blocks of color similar to abstract paintings. Of course, the most common are landscape paintings.

By the window, illuminated by the sunlight, is an easel with an unfinished painting on it.

It was a young man sitting in the studio, holding a book, with a serious expression and familiar features.

Bai Yang couldn't help but laugh and said, "Student Chun Yuwan, this painting of yours is a color version of the sketch you made last time, right?"

"Yeah." Chun Yuwan lowered her head slightly: "I feel like I'm better at colors, so I repainted it according to the sketch."

“Is it nice?”

"It looks good." Bai Yang gave a thumbs up. "It feels like the kind of work that someone will spend a lot of money to collect in the future!"

"No way." Chun Yuwan's eyes flickered, "My current level is still far from being enough to sell paintings."

"and--"

She paused and said softly, "I won't sell this painting, no matter how much money you offer."

"Why?" Bai Yang came over and asked directly with a smile.

"Because we are friends." Chun Yuwan looked at Bai Yang and said in her usual frank and serious tone: "This is my only painting of a friend."

Bai Yang was stunned for a moment and looked around. Among the densely packed paintings on the wall, there were indeed no faces of other people of his age.

There are very few portraits, only Mr. Luo’s familiar face and Chun Yuwan’s self-portrait.

Bai Yang didn’t know whether Chun Yuwan had ever drawn a picture for her “friend” in Xingcheng before. She thought that even if she had, she had probably thrown it away.

“I want this painting.”

Bai Yang did not continue the topic, but pointed somewhere in the corner.

It was a half-person-high oil painting of a girl standing on a railway track that seemed to have no end, with her arms outstretched and her black hair flying in the wind.

Her face was blurry, behind her was a roaring steel dragon, and above her was a sky filled with vast expanses of dreamy and brilliant colors.

Fantasy, freedom, despair and even world-weariness. All kinds of emotions are compressed into the narrow frame of the painting.

"Okay." Chun Yuwan nodded.

"Does this painting have a name?" Bai Yang asked.

"No." Chun Yuwan said softly, "My paintings don't have names."

Is it blank like your QQ nickname?
Bai Yang couldn't help but look back at Chun Yuwan. The blurry face of the girl in the oil painting unconsciously overlapped with Chun Yuwan's.

"It should have a name." Bai Yang said.

"Then you help it get one."

Bai Yang thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it "Embrace the Future."

Chun Yuwan was stunned for a moment: "Why?"

It cannot be said that her state of mind when she painted this picture was incompatible with the name, but it can be said that they had nothing to do with it.

Bai Yang smiled and said, "It looks like this portrait is a tragedy of standing on the brink of death, but all the terrible things have been frozen behind, and what is embraced in front is the endless unknown outside the picture."

“Standing outside the painting, we don’t have to worry about those concrete dangers for the girl, because the painting won’t move, and those dangers are destined not to come again, right?”

Chun Yuwan pursed her lips and said, "Your interpretation is a bit cheating."

"Everyone interprets what they see differently." Bai Yang spread his hands and said, "Anyway, this is what I think. Tell me if it makes sense."

"It's already your painting." Chun Yuwan said, "If you want her to embrace the future, then it should be 'Embrace the Future'."

"Then I won't be polite."

Bai Yang chuckled and said, "Can you pick another one? I have a feeling that the paintings in this room will be very valuable in the future."

"No." Chun Yuwan glared at him: "Just one painting!"

"Then next time I finish modeling for you, can I get another one?"

"No, that's what you lost to me last night."

"I didn't lose last night!" Bai Yang corrected, "It was a draw!"

"If you don't interfere with me, you will definitely lose."

"That's called reasonable use of the rules!"

"Then let's compete again next time?"

"Compete!"

(End of this chapter)