3 Bay Street

An Chen didn't expect that the young boy would haunt him ever since.

One day, that young boy suddenly ran into his studio: "An Chen, my name is Zhang Li, don't you remember?"

Zhang Li was a childhood playmate in West District and the grandson of Grandma Qi.

He is currently studying in Yingren High School, the same age as An Chen, so his original family could not afford to go to this noble high school, but he has a beautiful mother, and his mother is said to have married a wealthy businessman and became a mistress. This is how I can afford my son.

Zhang Li comes to the studio every day. An Chen ignores him and draws with his head down. He is not annoyed, and sits quietly by the side to watch him paint, occasionally boasting with a smile: "An Chen, you paint really well." good."

An Chen was very impatient.

He is annoying as hell.

In the classroom, Cheng Dong would be eccentric at every turn, yes, that fat Cheng Dong, the Cheng Dong who was hit by An Chen with a stool on his arm back then, although he restrained himself a bit now, he didn't dare to provoke An Chen, but he often made some small Stumbling blocks, such as poor mouth, cynicism, An Chen is too lazy to talk to him.

Originally, painting quietly was a very enjoyable thing, but Zhang Li often brought small snacks or helped him clean up. Although there was nothing out of the ordinary, it still made An Chen very impatient.

"Don't come to the studio again, I'm very annoying to see you." An Chen said to him many times very rudely.

But Zhang Li always smiled: "It's okay, I don't bother you, I just look at you, as long as I look at you, I am very happy."

An Chen rolled his eyes in a rare way.

No matter what harsh words he uttered, he even held Zhang Li by the collar once to shut him out.When he came out of the studio in the evening, Zhang Li sat at the door and said to him happily, "Are you out?"

An Chen was really worried.

Every morning, he made an appointment with Han Ning to read a book for 30 minutes, but he couldn't stand it.

As long as Han Ning is close to him, his face will blush and his heart will beat. He is completely different from his usual image. He is afraid that Han Ning will find out his little thoughts. He has already used the excuse of too much homework for a week to turn 30 minutes of reading time into running time. .

One morning, when he came back from running, he saw Han Ning in the garden, beckoning to him: "Come here."

An Chen walked over slowly.

Han Ning has the habit of taking a bath when he wakes up in the morning. At this time, he is wearing gray home clothes, his hair is wet, and he looks like a lazy and noble man.An Chen just looked up and blushed.

Fortunately, he had just finished running, and he was blushing from running, but Han Ning couldn't see anything unusual.

"Ah Chen, you've come back late, what have you been doing?"

In the past, An Chen almost went home directly after school, which was very early, but now it was almost ten o'clock every time. Han Ning felt that if there was not a rule that he could not go home after ten o'clock, he had a hunch that An Chen would not come back overnight.

"Aren't you so unwilling to stay at home anymore?" Han Ning's tone became a little more serious.

An Chen panicked, thought quickly in his head, and immediately thought of a good excuse, told about his mother An Jing and An Yue, and attributed his late return to their reasons.

"My mother and younger sister are going back to Songcheng. I want to spend more time with them. I'm sorry fourth uncle. I haven't told you this until now." An Chen paused, then said with difficulty, "If, if possible, I, I I hope to live with them, um, for a while, or I..."

An Chen's mind was running fast, he wanted to move there to live, but this way he would not be able to see his fourth uncle; but if he only lived for a while, it would be meaningless.

I also want to keep my uncle from finding out, and I want to continue living with my uncle.

He didn't know what to do with himself.

An Chen, who has always been clear-headed and calm, is now in a mess, and he doesn't know what to say.

Han Ning was silent for a long time.

An Chen lowered his head, not daring to look at his expression.

A gust of sea breeze blew, and it was a bit chilly, An Chen shivered.

Only then did Han Ning say: "Go back and take a bath first, and don't catch a cold later."

"Fourth Uncle..." An Chen mustered up the courage to look up.

Han Ning raised his hand to stop what he was about to say, and only said gently: "You take a bath first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

An Chen didn't have the courage to speak again, so he had to go in silently.

At noon, Zhang Li came to the studio again. He was holding a bunch of white roses, knowing that An Chen would definitely not accept them, so he put them in a vase in the corner.

An Chen turned to look at him: "What are you doing?"

"If you like it, I'll just buy it and put it away. I feel good every day looking at it."

"Who likes it?" An Chen turned back with a cold face and continued to draw.

Zhang Li was a little surprised. He pointed to a large pile of white rose paintings of various colors in the corner: "You don't like it, and you still draw so many?"

"Yes……"

An Chen opened his mouth and didn't speak again.

Seeing him frowning, Zhang Li looked confused: "Do you have someone you like?"

An Chen paused holding the paintbrush: "No."

Zhang Li carefully observed his expression, and then said quietly: "You are lying."

An Chen threw the pen away, stood up and kicked the drawing board in front of him fiercely. With a loud crash, the drawing board hit the opposite wall, making a harsh sound.

Zhang Li was startled.

An Chen pointed at him: "Get out!"

Zhang Li had seen his impatience, indifference, and various expressions of indifference, but this look, which could be called disgust, still made Zhang Li feel a little pain in his heart.

He walked out silently.