Mosaic

Chu Han usually does not speak falsehoods, and if he makes a decision, he will definitely implement it seriously.

Yu Yao, who had long been looking forward to the opportunity to get close to his idol, flew over like a butterfly the next morning with a kit on his back as soon as he received the news.

Leaning on crutches, Ye Erke opened the door for him. His face was as black as a pan, and he said straightforwardly, "Don't mess around, or make people's manuscripts dirty."

"You don't have to worry about that." Yu Yao reached out and stuffed him with a box of cakes, waving his hands as if dismissing a child: "Go and eat."

After finishing speaking, he happily walked up the stairs to the second floor, knocked on the door of the study room, and disappeared with three bows.

Ye Erke was always happy to see snacks, but now he was a little disgusted. He threw it on the coffee table and sat down weakly. in the right place."

Zha Zha rested his face on his lap, blinking his black eyes with a pure face.

But being right doesn't mean being happy.

Ye Erke's happiest time this year was getting along with Chu Han in a state of ignorance.

But that relationship was destined to be gone forever.

It turns out that the Pandora's box of life is not to do something that should not be done, not to open a door that should not be opened, but to suddenly understand feelings that have never been understood.

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In fact, the situation in the study is not as ridiculous as Er Ke imagined.

Chu Han's mind was still on his own work. After handing over a not-so-complicated draft to let Yu Yao get used to it, he sat there with his head lowered and slowly sketched out the colored draft.

Today's young people seldom worry about one thing.

Yuyao used to pursue fine arts as a passing grade, but he often reads Chu Han’s comics and knows that this great master has very detailed requirements for each frame, so he is also careful when drawing lines, for fear of dying before he is finished. , was driven home the day before.

But after two hours of such concentration, he couldn't sit still at all, and began to sneak out of his phone to check Weibo.

Chu Han glanced up and said, "You can finish that page today. If you're tired, go downstairs to have something to eat and take a rest."

Yu Yao pretended to smile: "Not tired, teacher, why don't you use a computer to draw cartoons? The error tolerance rate of the manuscript is too low, and there will be many problems."

"I like the feeling of drawing lines on paper with a pen." Chu Han replied.

"But the current drawing computer is very advanced, like that Xindi—" Yu Yao couldn't help introducing new things. After all, many new painters he knew completed their work through software.

Chu Han lowered the corner of his mouth: "I'm not very good at using electronic devices. After all, I missed the age of learning, unlike you young people."

Yu Yao said anxiously, "You are not old."

Chu Han was noncommittal, washed the paint on the pen with a water bottle, and went to choose the color number again.

It can be seen that he likes painting from the bottom of his heart, and regards it as a part of his life. It is a charming enough trait for a person to be so innocent and successful after middle age.

Yu Yao peeked for a moment, then took a deep breath, picked up the liner, and began to draw the folds of the clothes on the sketch.

-

If he had nothing to do as usual, Ye Erke would either read veterinary books in the room, or play games with his mobile phone.

But the obnoxious object is living beside him blatantly, but it deprives him of the freedom that he didn't care about in the past.

Sitting in the living room from morning to afternoon, I am really about to become a Buddha.

At nearly 03:30, Yu Yao came out of the house and asked as he went downstairs, "Is there anything to eat? Teacher Chu usually doesn't pay attention to health? It's not good to be habitually hungry."

"Whether he likes to eat or not is his business, you are so lenient." Ye Erke bit the potato chips until they crackled.

Yu Yao ignored this guy and walked towards the kitchen with a smile.

Seeing this, why did Ye Erke pick up his crutches and leaned over to stop him: "Hey, what are you doing?"

"The teacher asked me to get something to eat by myself, don't make noise." Yu Yao waved him away.

Ye Erke stood at the door with a frown, watching him casually rummage through the kitchen utensils and dishes he was used to. He inevitably felt that his private life was offended, but he couldn't think of words to stop him. After all, the house belonged to Grandma Wang Jia. Now that it is rented to Chu Han, a passer-by like me who is taking advantage of it and borrowing it should leave soon, so I am not qualified to talk too much nonsense.

While the fool was in a daze, Yu Yao had already found pasta, shallots and cheese from the refrigerator, and began to work skillfully.

Seeing how neatly he chopped vegetables, Ye Erke asked, "You know how to cook."

Yuyao's appearance is the young man's favorite fresh meat god, and his personal habits seem to be quite decent: he can dress up, play, draw and cook delicious things.

Ye Erke had nothing to criticize, so he could only stagger away and go back to sit, stroking his dog and falling into silence.

-

If you dare to buy diamonds, you need a bit of porcelain work.

Today, Yuyao's sketches are well completed, and the pasta made can also be called a model of Western food.

Chu Han, who was forced to come out, saw the shiny and fragrant food on the table, and couldn't help feeling: "The craftsmanship is good."

"I like to cook since I was a child, and I often practice." Yu Yao brought an avocado salad in front of him again.

Chu Han said: "Today was my negligence. I have no assistants or experience. Many things have not been arranged. I will order food when I get back to the meal."

"No need, I'll do it." Yu Yao smiled pleasantly, and deliberately went to the living room to ask, "Er Ke, do you want to eat?"

"No, I'm not hungry." Ye Erke lay there, wrapped himself in a small blanket, with his back to the TV, with an autistic look.

"Then I'll save some for you. Let's talk when you're hungry." Without dissuading Yu Yao, he immediately sat back at the table to eat with Chu Han. Seeing the thin gauze on the idol's hand, he asked concerned, "Why did you get hurt?"

"I was not careful." Chu Han picked up the fork and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, it's my honor to cook for the teacher." Yu Yao smiled and said, "Didn't you get infected by Er Ke?"

Ye Erke, who was pretending to sleep, vaguely heard his name, and depressedly grabbed the blanket and got up to go upstairs, completely unaware of how childish and irrational his mood was at this moment.

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The intrusion of the good-looking and capable Yuyao seems to be just the beginning.

He doesn't care about his other things at all, and he comes to work on time every day.

After the drawing is completed, he will also help with cooking and cleaning the room. Anyway, it really helped Chu Han relieve a lot of burden.

After getting a certain degree of rest, the eye disease that was always lingering also stabilized a little.

Chu Han went to see Dr. Qiu for a follow-up visit, and inevitably received great praise.

"Perhaps for the sake of health, I should use less eyesight? But I am used to painting and can't stop, as if there is nothing else to do in life." Chu Han secretly smiled wryly while waiting for her to prescribe: "Work hard. "

Qiu Zi said: "You, you should have a relationship, be happy, and go out more to see the natural beauty and great scenery."

Chu Han looked away, and a name that called him helpless appeared in his heart.

Fortunately, it was Wang Jia who suddenly broke in under the obstruction of the nurse, and then said in surprise, "Chu Han? Are you...sick of your eyes?"

"It's nothing, I'm just here to buy some eye drops." Chu Han stood up and gave Qiu Zi a comforting look.

Qiu Zi was annoyed to gather up the waste paper beside the table, and smashed it heavily into the trash can: "What are you doing, don't hinder my work."

"I'm kind enough to give you afternoon tea, Brother Chu, let's have it together." Wang Jia flattered me meanly.

"Thank you, but I have other things to do." When Chu Han took the prescription and was about to go out, he suddenly remembered the old house, stopped and said: "I may move out soon, and then I will contact your grandma , or are you here to inspect the house?"

"You can just find me. Grandma is not in good health recently, so she doesn't have time to care about these trivial matters." Wang Jia wondered, "What about Ye Erke? Will he continue to live or move out?"

"I don't know." Chu Han said truthfully.

"Tsk, this guy went missing recently, and I don't know what evil he got, and he can't answer the phone well." Wang Jia complained.

Chu Han said helplessly: "Maybe it's because of a broken bone, and you're facing a defense again, so you're not in a good mood?"

Wang Jia waved his hand and said, "How can he be so advanced, forget it, I'll go and see someday!"

Chu Han nodded, then said goodbye and left.

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In fact, Ye Erke's recent mental breakdown was mostly caused by Yuyao's high profile.

I don't know if it's just because the two of them are not on the right track, or because Yu Yao has nothing to offer.

Chu Han, who had no way of knowing the exact answer, of course hoped it was the latter, but judging by the current situation, it was impossible to hear Ye Erke tell the truth.

After returning home, the little cripple was playing in the yard with his two dogs, throwing a ball and basking in the sun, looking absent-minded.

Chu Han approached and said, "I bought sushi, do you want to eat it?"

"No appetite, don't you eat a big meal named Yu every day? Still have the stomach to eat these?" Ye Erke revealed his thoughts not too shrewdly.

"I don't want him to focus on this kind of thing anymore, just concentrate on finishing the drawing." Chu Han replied.

Ye Erke murmured: "I don't know what you think, but there are so many hard-working people in the world..."

Chu Han replied quietly: "Yuyao's basic skills are really good, and I have bad eyesight recently, so I really need help. If it is a serious recruitment, I can't guess how many people will apply, and He Qiuci is in a very bad state. I'm so stiff, I can't ask him for help."

At this moment, Ye Erke instinctively wanted to let him relax.

But what can be done?Apart from causing a little more trouble for Chu Han, I'm afraid there is no way to achieve anything.

The tired Chu Han looked at Ye Erke's stupid hair twice, and then walked in with sushi in frustration.

Ye Erke felt better.

He doesn't say the answer, he knows it himself.

Only because I want to be Chu Han's friend, to be his best and most important friend, I hate Yu Yao or anyone who intrudes and disturbs me.

This desire is so greedy, it's so ugly and stupid that it can't be said at all.