What to do if you are allergic to your boyfriend

Chi Ma slapped his hand off, glared at him, and said to Yu Jian with a smile in a blink of an eye, "Let's go, I've cooked a lot of dishes, and I'm just waiting for you two."

Yu Jian nodded and followed into the living room. The meal was only a few minutes away, so she waited in the living room first.

The living room of Chi Yan's house looks simple and clear, and it is very big, but there are not many things. What is very characteristic is that the walls are covered with paintings.

The paintings hanging on the wall this time are completely different from what Yu Jian saw last time when he came to Chi Yan's home. The last time they were all oil paintings, watercolors, and Chinese paintings in various styles, but this time the hanging styles are very unified.

They were all drawn by Chi Yan himself.

Chi's father slapped Chi Yan with his hands: "Didn't you never let me hang your paintings before? Why did you suddenly ask me to take out all your paintings and hang them?"

Chi Yan looked around the wall in satisfaction, confirmed again and again that this was his award-winning work, then turned to his father and said, "Okay, Dad, you deserve a lot of credit."

A bunch of question marks popped up on Papa Chi's head: "What merit??"

Chi Yan smiled brightly at his father for a second: "Assist." After speaking, he turned his head and pulled Yu Jian in, leaning against the wall, and sat on the sofa after a big circle: "Come and sit, drink water or drink juice?"

So, as someone wished, Yu Jian saw a wall full of masterpieces.

Yu Jian said casually, "Whatever you want."

He raised his head and glanced slowly across the wall.

He had seen this one on Weibo, and that one as well.

Yu Jian focused her eyes on the painting in the center.

The first time he saw this painting was in a bookstore.

It was because of this painting that he had the courage to pick up the paintbrush again. He still remembered all the previous memories and never forgot them.

Chi Yan also saw the painting, his eyes deepened.

Papa Chi noticed his gaze, and his face showed a little pride, and said with a smile, "This is all painted by Chi Yan. This kid usually does some fancy things when he's not doing business."

Yu Jian withdrew her gaze and shook her head seriously: "No, Chi Yan is very good, whether it is studying or painting, and painting is not a fancy thing."

Papa Chi smiled, and as he wished, he heard what he wanted to hear in Yu Jian's ears. He smiled and took a sip of his tea: "Yes, but after all, he is still unstable and unable to calm down. He is almost an adult and still looks like a little boy." My child, Xiao Yu is your usual classmate, if he does something inappropriate, you can directly tell him."

Yu Jian bared her teeth: "Chi Yan is a very nice person. I have nothing to say. He has been helping me because of my allergies. He is also better than me when it comes to learning to draw."

Chi Yan nodded silently, on the surface he didn't understand, but his heart was surging.

Sure enough, she still had to be in front of outsiders, and Yu Jian would not be so reserved when expressing her love for her.

Chi's father snorted: "Listen to Chi Yan, you are quite sick, are you feeling better?"

Yu Jian nodded: "It turned out to be serious, but now it's not a big problem."

Papa Chi handed Yu Jian a banana: "Then you started learning to draw when you were young?"

Finally, Chi Yan took the initiative to take his classmate home. This kid has the same hobbies as his own bastard. Chi's father was very curious.

Yu Jian hummed: "It's okay, not long ago, maybe ten years."

Ten years of basic skills, Yu Jian really didn't think it was a long time.

Chi's father pushed his glasses: "No, it's been a long time. Chi Yan has learned far less than you. At the beginning, he didn't have a teacher to teach him. He was just playing around by himself. Then you must be better than Chi Yan. Give more guidance. he."

Yu Jian scratched her head: "No, he draws better than me. He is the one who taught me. I'm not as good as him."

Papa Chi laughed and said, "Why are you so modest—ah!" He turned his head and glared at Chi with aggrieved viciousness: "Why are you doing what are you doing, why are you picking me up!"

Chi Yan smiled and said to Chi's father: "My mother asked you to help in the kitchen, didn't you hear me?"

Chi Yan didn't want to mention Yu Jian's pain, what happened to Yu Jian, how he quit painting after ten years of learning, and how he mustered up the courage to pick it up again. As a painter, although he can't empathize, he can imagine Seeing this kind of pain is unforgettable to Yu Jian.

Yu Jian glanced at Chi Yan, with a calm face: "It's nothing, I had an accident before, I injured my hand, and then I stopped painting for a while, and then I started painting again after meeting Chi Yan."

After encountering Chi Yan's painting, I started painting again.

Papa Chi had a clear expression on his face, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Even though I don't know what happened to Yu Jian, but to the extent that she can't draw with her hands, it should be quite serious. I didn't expect to poke Yu Jian's heartache.

Yu Jian felt nothing.

He has been moving forward. Although the things he experienced before are painful, they are all over.

While talking, the meal is ready.

Today's dining table is extraordinarily rich, with chicken, duck and fish on the table, and the battle is comparable to that of Chinese New Year.

Chi's mother put the belly of the pine bass into Yu Jian's bowl, and said to him, "It was airlifted here yesterday. Chi Yan kept yelling that I'll wait for you to eat after the Chinese New Year. I thought, since I'm here, It’s okay to eat any day.”

Yu Jian thanked her, tasted it and said, "My mother also loved this kind of fish before, and she likes to steam it."

When Yu Jian was in high school, his mother loved to let the nanny make steamed pinch bass.

Chi's father sighed, slapped Chi's mother's elbow and said, "Then you and Yu Jian can exchange cooking skills—ah! You little brat, you stepped on me again!"

Chi Yan put down his chopsticks, squeezed out words one by one from his mouth, and said angrily, "If you don't talk, can you die?"

Yu Jian smiled, and responded to Papa Chi: "I saw my mother a long time ago, and I haven't contacted her for a long time."

It's strange to use such words on my own mother after I haven't contacted for a long time, and Chi's father and Chi's mother can hear the clue when they hear it.

Yu Jian lowered her eyes, silently took a mouthful of tasteless rice and put it into her mouth.

The moment the fish was put into his mouth just now, some memories flooded out, which made him blurt out unconsciously, and he regretted it the moment he said it.

I haven't contacted him for a long time. This kind of statement actually applies to the original owner or himself.

Chi's father coughed, moved his foot that was sore from being trampled by Chi Yan, and wondered when he would develop the ability to guess accurately by stepping on thunder.

Chi's mother was a little embarrassed. As a mother, she knew what a woman meant to a family, not just housework and trivial matters.The family wants to be more like a scale, with mother at one end and father at the other end. If one party is gone, the scale will be out of balance, and the whole family will not be as simple as one party is gone, but the whole family will be broken and incomplete.

Chi Ma stood up, picked up Yu Jian's bowl and poured him a bowl of soup: "Here, from now on will be your home, not only this year, but also the New Year's Eve here."

She knew why her son dragged Yu Jian to come to celebrate the New Year, not to mention other things, he could already guess Yu Jian's situation just by Yu Jian's words, and his heart ached.

Yu Jian bared her canine teeth, and said jokingly, "Yes, but I eat a lot. If you don't mind, I will come here every year."

Yu Jian didn't want the topic to become so heavy, so he had a good meal, because he always felt guilty because he became heavy.

Chi's father let out a groan, swallowed the meal, and said, "You can't compare to Chi Yan. Chi Yan was a chubby boy when he was a child, and he had to eat three or four bowls every meal. The funniest thing was once - ah! You. He, mother, stop stepping on me!"

Papa Chi's veins were exposed, he moved his blue feet, and said angrily, "Don't let me say that you were also fat when you were young!"

Chi Yan was even angrier than Chi's father. His black history of getting fat in elementary school for six years was a long-buried secret that had never been opened for many years.

He swore secretly that he would kill anyone who knew.

Yu Jian asked curiously, "Really?"

Papa Chi covered his leg, glared at Chi Yan, and nodded.

Yu Jian didn't know that Chi Yan still had this paragraph, so she quickly put down her chopsticks and said with a look of curiosity: "Uncle Chi, please tell me the details, I want to know."

Papa Chi glanced at Chi Yan, and said coolly, "Xiao Yu also wants to know? I really want to talk about it too."

Chi Yan gritted his teeth and looked at Chi's father, he kept this account in his heart, and settled the account after autumn,

Yu Jian then turned her gaze to the person concerned, and looked at Chi Yan eagerly: "I want to hear what Uncle Chi has to say, or you can do it too."

Resolutely not, let Yu Jian know about his dark history when he was a child? ?

impossible.

Chi Yan firmly shook his head.

Unless he is dead.

Yu Jian didn't give up, and continued to say pitifully, "I want to know what you were like before, is that okay?"

Yu Jian's word "Well" was protracted intentionally or unintentionally, it sounded a bit like asking for coquettishness, and Chi Yan couldn't help but feel his ears soften.

It is a matter of principle and cannot be compromised.

But Yu Jian has acted like a baby to him, and it was the first time she acted like a baby to him...

Yu Jian didn't realize that her ordinary words had such a powerful lethality in Chi Yan's ears. She only saw that Chi Yan's eyes loosened. "elder brother?"

!!!

Chi Yan was hit hard in his heart, his ears turned red, and he broke down, "Tell me! Dad, tell him!"

Chi Yan stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth as if a strong man had broken his wrist.

Forget it.

The most important thing is for Yu Jian to be happy. It's worth it for a piece of dark history.

Chi's father was triumphant, and said triumphantly: "Chi Yan was fat when he was a child, just like a little chubby, my mother and I were worried that he would eat too much, so we coaxed him, saying that when he grows up like this, he won't be able to find a girlfriend .”

Yu Jian picked up a chopstick of vegetables and stared at Papa Chi closely: "What happened later, did he lose weight?"

Papa Chi shook his head, as if he was talking about some serious international secret: "No, he said, I don't want a girlfriend, and a girlfriend can't play games with me. I can just find someone who can play games with me. What kind of girlfriend do I want? ?”

Yu Jian laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight, and she said half teasingly to Chao Chi: "Have you found someone to play games with you now?"

He listened to Chiyan's dark history from the beginning to the end and shook his head with a livid face: "No."

The author has something to say:.

But found someone to paint with me.