Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

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Qiao Yu was wearing a light-colored casual outfit, with his lips curled up in his usual gentle smile, and he calmly accepted the scrutiny of the person opposite him.

Gu Hai's assistant looked at the information in his hand and asked, "Mr. Qiao is a well-known painter in the industry. He became famous at a young age and now has a bright future. Why did you want to come to the Gu family to be a painting teacher?"

"People can't be too tense. Teaching others to draw can help them relax."

While Qiao Yu was answering the assistant's questions, his attention was on Gu Hai, who was processing documents next to him. This was Gu Ling's father.

The Gu family's affairs were not secrets if one was willing to find out. Qiao Yu knew very well what kind of person Gu Hai was.

He is profit-driven and extremely cold-hearted, revealing his true nature as a businessman.

Or it could be said that all his affection was given to Ye Zhi, and even his daughter was able to get his attention because of Ye Zhi.

So much so that he had to personally oversee the selection of a painting teacher for Gu Ling.

"I can hire you as a painting teacher, but there is a condition." Gu Hai suddenly said.

"what?"

"Let Gu Ling stay in a happy mood."

The original body was used to obeying his father's orders, and although he yearned for the outside world, he had never made any requests to his father.

Gu Hai was only concerned about her physical health and ignored her inner world, causing the original body to be in a state of depression.

Mood affects physical health to a great extent.

Everything that happened to Gu Ling in the cemetery had been reported to Gu Hai. He didn't know that Gu Ling's body had begun to slowly recover.

In his opinion, Gu Ling's mood had obviously improved after meeting Qiao Yu, and the results of the subsequent physical examination had greatly improved compared to the previous time.

Ye Zhi has passed away, and he doesn't want Gu Ling to die with him.

That meant that everything belonging to Ye Zhi had completely disappeared from the world.

……

"Knock down!"

There was a knock on Gu Ling's bedroom door, and as soon as Gu Ling opened the door, he saw an unexpected person.

The moment Qiao Yu saw Gu Ling, his eyes lit up: "Hello, I'm your painting teacher, Qiao Yu."

At this moment, the inexplicable care and enthusiasm of Qiao Yu when he appeared at the cemetery were explained. It turned out that he was just another person hired by her father to take care of her health.

Gu Ling's eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice. She stood at the door and had no intention of inviting anyone in. She just said politely, "Hello."

Qiao Yu didn't understand, but he was keenly aware of Gu Ling's emotional changes. He gave up his original plan to get close to him, and there was no strange expression on his face.

"Let's go to the studio to study, what do you think?"

Gu Ling, who didn't want Qiao Yu to step into her private territory, readily agreed. Although her interest in painting had dropped sharply at this moment, learning painting was her original request, and now she had no reason to reject the painting teacher's suggestion.

Ever since Gu Ling said he wanted to paint, Gu Hai converted a well-lit room in the villa into a studio. However, in order to avoid the pungent smell, the studio was not repainted, so it looks a bit monotonous.

Qiao Yu looked at the studio thoughtfully. The two walked to a drawing board. Qiao Yu taught Gu Ling some basic painting techniques and let Gu Ling practice on his own.

Qiao Yu glanced at the clock in the studio. It was exactly one o'clock in the afternoon. He glanced around the studio and could no longer tolerate the pale and monotonous studio.

He said, "Miss, I have to go out for a while and come back at two o'clock, okay?"

Gu Ling looked up at the clock, nodded, and scribbled on the drawing paper with the pencil in his hand.

Perhaps she had some talent for painting, or perhaps the simple line layout exercises were too easy for her, and she soon became quite good at it.

She is a little bored.

She looked at the pencil in her hand and began to sharpen it, imitating Qiao Yu's method just now.

When Qiao Yu came back, he saw the small Gu Ling squatting on the ground and picking up the pencil shavings on the floor with a tissue.

Qiao Yu was holding several huge plastic bags in his hands and a cardboard box in his arms. It seemed that he had gained a lot.

Gu Ling raised her head and moved her gaze from the clock to Qiao Yu. She clutched the tissue wrapped with pencil shavings and stood up. When she stood up, her vision went dark and her head felt dizzy. Her staggering posture looked terrifying.

Like a fragile bean sprout.

Qiao Yu loosened his hands, and the messy things fell to the ground with a loud bang. The box hit his feet. He staggered forward and supported Gu Ling, with anxiety in his eyes almost overflowing.

"Are you okay? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Normal people will feel dizzy when they stand up after squatting for a while. Gu Ling's condition is just a little more serious and he will be fine after a short rest.

Gu Ling raised his head and saw the anxiety in Qiao Yu's eyes, but he was unmoved. He was sent by his father to look after her health. Now that she didn't look well, it was normal for Qiao Yu to be anxious.

From childhood to adulthood, there have been countless people who cared more about her health than she did, and she had long been accustomed to these people's anxious expressions.

I wasn't moved, on the contrary, I felt a little annoyed.

"I am fine."

The calm tone and the unperturbed black eyes made Qiao Yu calm down in an instant. He let go of Gu Ling, always feeling that Gu Ling was a little unhappy.

Why? Do you not like being touched by others?

Gu Ling's eyes fell on the clock: "You are five minutes and forty-two seconds late."

Qiao Yu was still trying to figure out what Gu Ling was thinking. He remembered that when he left, Gu Ling just glanced at the clock casually. How could he remember it so clearly? It was too exaggerated to be accurate to the second.

"Sorry." After apologizing, Qiao Yu saw Gu Ling's lips slightly tightened, and then said, "To express my apology, I will give you a painting tomorrow, how about that?"

Qiao Yu's paintings should be landscape paintings. Gu Ling thought of this and nodded silently.

Qiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief, then walked over to pick up the things that had just fallen on the ground and introduced them to Gu Ling one by one.

"Here are the tablecloths, pen holders, stickers, and..."

There were a lot of odds and ends, so Gu Ling asked directly, "What are you going to do?"

"This is our secret base from now on, so of course we have to decorate it well." Qiao Yu held up a finger, "The first lesson is to decorate a personalized studio. Well, you can think of it as a test of your aesthetic taste."

The studio is 50 square meters in size, so decorating it would be quite a task.

No one ever dared to let Gu Ling do such hard work.

When Qiao Yu went out, he seemed to have turned into a treasure chest, dragging a strawberry-shaped single sofa from somewhere.

He stretched out his hand, probably wanting to pull Gu Ling, but his hands turned in the air and made a gesture of invitation: "Miss, please sit down."

Gu Ling stood there without moving. This strawberry sofa was too soft and didn't match her cool temperament.

The two of them were in a stalemate. Qiao Yu sighed and took out a soft stool like a magic trick: "I knew you wouldn't sit on it. Then sit on this stool."

Obviously, the soft stool was more acceptable to Gu Ling than the strawberry sofa. She walked over and sat down, with her knees together like a good child and her hands on her knees, listening to Teacher Qiao's arrangements.

Teacher Qiao nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, Miss, just sit here and give orders, and leave the running errands to me."

Qiao Yu picked up a shelf: "Where should I put this, Miss?"

As expected, Gu Ling didn't have to do anything. It was an expected result, but Gu Ling inexplicably felt guilty.

She hesitantly stretched out her finger and pointed randomly, and Qiao Yu started moving like an NPC on a mission.

Every time Qiao Yu picked up something, she would call "Miss". When Gu Ling heard it, she would raise her hand and point in a certain direction. It was unclear who was controlling whom.

Qiao Yu was busy in the studio. Gu Ling had some free time to look around. When he saw the strawberry sofa next to him, his eyes paused and then shifted his gaze elsewhere.

After a long time, the studio was finally set up. Qiao Yu stopped, sweating profusely, and sat on a chair to rest.

Gu Ling stared at Qiao Yu for a while, then slowly stood up and walked to the window.

She clutched the light purple curtains, a ray of light filtered through the gap between the curtains and fell on her face. She raised her hands to the sides, and the curtains opened with a swipe, allowing the sky full of rosy clouds of light to fall.

She raised her hands to block the light, and the light penetrated her palms, filling them with the glow of the sunset.

After getting used to the intensity of the light, Gu Ling put his hand down. A slow voice came from behind him: "Miss, do you need help?"

Beside her, two light purple ribbons hung on Qiao Yu's fingertips, and he looked at her with a smile.