Cat King Sprinkling Sugar Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

After spending a quiet and relaxed freshman year at school, it will soon be the day of class professional inspection.

The professional inspection course is called the teacher who leads the students to visit the places related to the major, and then writes an inspection report and submits it to complete the course.However, this kind of going out of school to visit teachers is impossible to follow everyone step by step. Later, it has become a good day for everyone to go to various places to eat, drink and have fun during class time.

Futa's major is Chinese painting. Compared with other design majors, there are not many places where they can go to investigate their majors. The first choice is of course the art museum.

The traditional Chinese painting area of ​​the Imperial Art Museum is the location of their class's inspection. The inspection time is selected on Friday morning, half a day for the students to inspect, and the class leader and the school committee will organize everyone to go there on Friday morning.

Helping him live off-campus and because of his health, he naturally wouldn't take the subway with his classmates, so he dawdled at home for a long time that morning before letting his family's driver drive him and Fu Ye to the art museum.

When I got there to help him, I realized that he had been lingering at home for so long to get the driver to bring him here, but he was still an early group, and most of the remaining students were still crowded on the subway that came.

I felt so sorry for those students who were still bumping on the road, so I happily ran into the art gallery to visit.

Helping him never saw an art exhibition in this world, he had no idea and no one mentioned it before, so he didn't have this idea, but this time he entered the Academy of Fine Arts and had the opportunity to go to the art exhibition to help him, since the teacher announced the news a few days ago I couldn't help being happy.

However, this joy was wrongly paid after all. When he entered the traditional Chinese painting area and saw the Chinese paintings on the wall that were not colorful enough and not realistic enough, his excitement quickly fell to the bottom.

Helping him to turn the wheelchair and look at a few paintings, he finally accepted the fact that he was incapable of appreciating art works, so he simply drew his attention away from these incomprehensible paintings, and soon his eyes were on the Standing in front of these ink paintings for a long time, Fu Ye looked at them carefully.

From the very beginning of learning those particularly good sketches and gouache paintings drawn by Fu Ye, Fuhe felt that it was very strange. Under what circumstances would a professional bodyguard learn art?But now, looking at him, he seemed to have a special understanding of these ink paintings, which helped to deepen his doubts.

Hearing the rolling of the wheelchair, Fu Ye immediately pulled away from the painting on the wall, and hurriedly walked behind him to help him push the wheelchair.

"Do you understand these paintings?" Helping him to look at the painting that Fu Ye was staring at for a while, he looked at the hazy green hills painted on it and asked.

"Hmm." Fu Ye nodded, without any concealment, said: "My grandfather likes this artist the most."

"Then you are my bodyguard every day, why don't you find a chance to go home and see your grandpa?"

Fu Ye's eyes suddenly became dim, and he lowered his eyes and replied lightly: "He is long gone."

Helping him to get stuck in his throat, it was the first time he saw such an expression on Fu Ye's face, although it was only for a moment, but this time he caught it tightly.

Fearing that Fu Ye would be sad, he helped him to change the subject quickly: "I don't understand these paintings. Since you understand, please tell me about these paintings!"

"it is good."

The episode just now didn't seem to affect Fu Ye at all, he pushed and helped him to walk to each painting and introduced him patiently.

At the beginning, he could listen to Fu Ye's introduction calmly and earnestly while helping him, but after a long time, after the third painting, his mind began to wander.At this time, Fuhe regretted so much that he was afraid that Fu Ye would be sad about his grandfather, so he would change the topic and choose such a thing that tortured him. Now that he heard Fu Ye telling the life of the painter in his ear, Fuhe prayed silently in his heart. Man comes to save himself.

"Jian Zihan!"

I just prayed in my heart that someone would come to rescue me, but I didn't expect it to come true so soon, so I helped him turn his head and showed a particularly warm smile to Xiao Jiatong.

Seeing Fu He's unusual enthusiasm for Xiao Jiatong, Fu Ye narrowed his eyes.

After making sure that he did not identify the wrong person, Xiao Jiatong ran in from the door, looked at Fu He and said happily: "So you are really here!"

Seeing Xiao Jiatong's sudden appearance, he was very curious, "You're not in school, why are you here?"

"Come out to investigate like you!"

Fu He opened his eyes wide in surprise, and asked, "Your clothing class also came to see Chinese paintings?!"

"No!" Xiao Jiatong quickly waved his hands and explained: "We are going to inspect the clothing market today. That place is not as good as I go to the shopping malls and factories under my company. I'm bored. Today Xiaoyue, Xi Chuan's class is full, I just happened to be nearby and wanted to come over to see if you were there."

Speaking of this, Xiao Jiatong was overjoyed, looked around at the ink paintings hanging on the wall, and asked, "How is it? Have you gained any insight from these paintings?"

"No." Fu He replied very simply, and quickly patted Fu Ye's hand and said: "Anyway, I have already signed in, let's skip class and go have dinner together!"

Fu Ye's eyes flicked across Xiao Jiatong's expectant face, and quickly placed them on the hands that supported him and kept sticking together. Fu Ye sighed helplessly and nodded. accepted.

Although he agreed, but of course he would not go to the Sichuan restaurant that Fuhe had been yelling about. In the end, the three of them went to a Cantonese restaurant that Fuhe had finalized in the restaurants selected by Fu Ye.

He got used to caring and helping him in school, and when he entered the Cantonese restaurant, Xiao Jiatong started to help him pour water very smoothly.

Seeing her so many considerate actions, a string in Fu Ye's brain suddenly tightened sensitively, and he quickly began to pluck vegetables into Fu's eyes.

Seeing that Fu Ye poured so many dishes into his bowl, Fu Ye felt puzzled and tugged Fu Ye's sleeve a few times, but his movements still did not stop, so he had no choice but to keep his head buried in the food in the bowl.

Sitting opposite, Xiao Jiatong was amused to see Fu him obediently eating with an awkward expression on his face.I don't know why, but since I met Fu He in the cafeteria for the first time, I felt a very familiar feeling, and after becoming good friends, this feeling became even worse. Unfortunately, she never remembered where this familiar feeling came from , just looking at Fu He's so well-behaved appearance now, suddenly blessed to the soul, Xiao Jiatong suddenly thought of the boy who played with him several times when he was a child.

Recalling what happened when he was a child, Xiao Jiatong held his chin in his hand and laughed silly, his stomach was almost full after helping him to eat, he put down his chopsticks and patted Fu Ye's hand that wanted to put vegetables into his bowl, raised his head Looking at the appearance of Xiao Jiatong on the opposite side, he asked suspiciously: "Why are you smirking?!"

"Seeing you just now, I think of a playmate when I was a child."

"Huh?" A cup of drink was brought to his lips, and he helped him take a sip with Fu Ye's hand, still looking at Xiao Jiatong to signal him to continue.

"When I was young, when I was about six years old, there was a little sister who often played with me. The younger sister was very delicate. She was as beautiful as the doll my parents bought for me. Her curly hair was curled with pink hair. At that time, all the children including Xiaoyue liked to play with her. On that day, he invited me, Xiaoyue and many other children to play hide-and-seek in the garden together for his birthday. The little sister accidentally got her clothes wet. At that time, everyone was not serious about gender, and it was uncomfortable to wear wet clothes, so the little sister took them off.

Then we found out that she was not a little sister. Xiao Yue told him that he was a little brother and not a little sister, but he didn't believe it and cried.I explained to him afterwards that he and I look different. "Speaking of this, Xiao Jiatong coughed lightly, and added, "You guys understand. "

Helping him understands of course, he nodded, Xiao Jiatong continued: "After I said this, I didn't expect to scare my little brother. He thought he was a monster, and ran to the hall crying to find his grandfather. He was naked at the time. It is conceivable that the people who came to his birthday party saw him crying and running around without clothes. Afterwards, the children in the kindergarten knew about it. Many people made fun of him. This "little boy" My younger sister "got angry and transferred directly to another school and cut off contact with everyone."

Originally, he had an attitude of being happy listening to a story, but the more he listened to it, the more strange it became. Why did he feel that the story was so familiar? Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind, thinking that when Jian Zihan was recuperating in the hospital, Jian Zihan was taken care of by his family. My aunt would often tell him stories about her childhood, as if she had mentioned this matter.

Thinking that Xiao Jiatong was the protagonist who said such a silly and embarrassing thing, his expression changed again and again.

Fu Ye, who was sitting next to Fu him, soon realized that there was something wrong with his face, and soon he guessed the reason. Thinking of this possibility, a delicate and beautiful little boy who was born in Fu Ye's mind suddenly appeared in Fu Ye's mind. My mother dressed up as a doll, wearing a beautiful princess costume, blinking big round eyes, cute but shy, and her heart softened immediately.

Xiao Jiatong just saw the shadow of his childhood playmate on Fuhe, so when she told this story, she couldn't guess that the person in front of her was the playmate who cried when she was a child because she couldn't accept the fact that she was a little brother. .

The story is almost finished, Xiao Jiatong suddenly remembered the business, and hurriedly said to him: "I can't go to the dinner party with you this Saturday that I made an appointment with you before."

"what happened?"

"This Saturday is my little playmate who hasn't seen each other for many years. I'm going to hold a birthday party and invite our family."

The expression on Fu's face, which had been so hard to clean up, collapsed again. What's going on? Why doesn't he know about his birthday party this Saturday?Besides, do you want to completely lose your old face in front of Xiao Jiatong this time? !

"Speaking of which, the young master of the Jian family has the same name as you!"

"!!!" Fuhe trembled in his heart, and laughed a few times in embarrassment. He began to regret why he didn't tell them his family background before.

When he got home, Jian Maonian called to inform that there would be a birthday party on Saturday. Although the invitations to the birthday party were sent out, he only knew about it, but he would not give birth to this old man who was only thinking about Jian Zihan. angry.

Jian Zihan's birthday was delayed due to hospitalization, and this Saturday's make-up birthday party is not only to make up for the shortcoming of the coming-of-age ceremony, but also to announce his heir to everyone.

After hanging up the phone, thinking that Xiao Jiatong and Lu Yue might have unbelievable expressions on their faces when they saw him on Saturday, helped him fall into deep melancholy.