reverse fall

Shen Xingmian opened the door with a dark face. Outside the door, Cheng Shu was standing at the door with the breakfast he had just bought, smiling brightly, "I got up late, so I can only buy ready-made ones for you."

"Don't eat." After listening to him, Shen Xingmian closed the door.

Cheng Shu was neither in a hurry nor annoyed, knocked on the door again, and said nicely: "Stop making trouble, I will eat with you, there will be an announcement later, time is precious."

Shen Xingmian opened the door again, "You are so busy and you still have time to come to my place? What's wrong?"

This time, without waiting for him to make any further moves, he squeezed through the door, grinning and holding something to urge him, "I will eat every meal with you from now on, you go and wash up, I'll get the bowl."

Through the packaging bag, Shen Xingmian could smell the aroma of the food, which awakened his silent stomach, and after a little bit of tangling, he acquiesced and turned to go to the bathroom.

The breakfast was neatly arranged on the table, the colors and varieties were pleasing to the eye, and Shen Xingmian's bad mood of being disturbed by his good dreams receded a lot.Cheng Shu thoughtfully opened the chair for him, and as soon as Shen Xingmian sat down, Cheng Shu stretched out his hand and offered him some breakfast.

"Open your mouth, ah—"

Shen Xingmian's forehead tensed, and he snatched the spoon from Cheng Shu's hand, "I'm not mentally handicapped, so I don't need to be fed."

Cheng Shu, who felt that he was being connoted, opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back.

"Don't you have work later, why don't you hurry up and eat?"

With a spoon in her mouth, Shen Xingmian was quite satisfied with the breakfast that Cheng Shu had bought, and her attitude softened a bit. Cheng Shu happily responded, and did not make any fuss, and quietly accompanied Shen Xingmian to eat.

Just halfway through eating, Xia Mingan came over to pick up people, Cheng Shu hurriedly stuffed two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, and when he was about to go out with his coat on, he saw the bento he asked Xia Mingan to deliver yesterday, still unopened.

"Shen Xingmian, didn't you eat the bento last night?"

Shen Xingmian suddenly remembered that there was still this thing, and raised his eyes to see Cheng Shu's slightly disappointed expression, and felt a little bit sorry.

"Oh, I forgot." After a pause, Shen Xingmian scratched her cheek, "I'll eat it after I heat it up at noon."

"Okay." Cheng Shu's expression brightened almost instantly, and before going out, he deliberately turned his head and told him, "Don't eat tonight, wait for me."

"Who's waiting for—"

Before Shen Xingmian finished speaking, the person over there slipped away, and could only swallow the rest of the words, got up to get the bento that Cheng Shu gave yesterday, Shen Xingmian froze as soon as he opened it.

It's also ugly.

Cheng Shu probably learned some simple food from the Internet, but he also learned something different. He couldn't tell what the original ingredients were just from the outside. Shen Xingmian randomly squeezed a piece and tasted it. Although the taste was better than the appearance , but not much better.

Thinking of eating this kind of food at night, Shen Xingmian was determined to manage dinner by himself and hide as far as he could.

Because the competition was approaching, Jiang Han specially approved him not to go to work. Being woken up so early by Cheng Shu, Shen Xingmian had nothing to do, so he took the drawing board and began to study the competition.

Things without a theme are both the easiest and the most difficult. Shen Xingmian sat facing the white drawing board for a while, but his mind was still empty, and his body became numb.

After moving around in the room, Shen Xingmian caught a glimpse of the ugly bento again. Staring at the pattern drawn with sauce, she still found it funny and magical. How could someone not even draw a heart shape well? It's like some kind of bug crawled out.

Shen Xingmian smiled and suddenly remembered something, went back to the bedroom and rummaged around to find an old folder, and took out a few old drawings in it.

At that time in school, he liked to draw patterns that resembled vines and stamens. Once he was seen by his tutor, but he was criticized in public that his paintings were not popular, and that insects crawled better than his paintings, which made him I never drew these again.

But time has passed, Shen Xingmian looks back at those now, and still feels that he had a lot of ideas at the time, maybe this competition is also an opportunity for him to prove his ideas.

But as soon as Cheng Shu's "ghost painting talisman" was connected with his own paintings, Shen Xingmian suddenly felt that his paintings were no longer good.

Holding the old sketches and pondering for an afternoon, Shen Xingmian managed to complete the prototype of the first draft of the finals in sevens and eighties, and the rest only needed a little repair. After the time was not so tight, he relaxed a lot.

He just put down his paintbrush on this side, and Zhou Yang on the other side seemed to be pinching the phone to call. Only one night later, he was already anxious to discuss with him about a marriage proposal, and he really couldn't wait for a moment.

The two met at the food stall, and Shen Xingmian was afraid that Chengshu would harass him halfway, so he turned off the phone before eating, and started chatting with Zhou Yang after ordering food.

About the world of two after going to the Maldives, Shen Xingmian had already heard everything by heart, so she interrupted Zhou Yang's sweet memories and went straight to the topic and asked him to talk about his plans.

Zhou Yang proposed several conventional proposals, and Shen Xingmian frowned and rejected them one by one. As a man, he thought it was clichéd and unromantic, not to mention that the other party was a young and beautiful girl.

"I also know these vulgarities, but I really can't think of any good ideas..."

Shen Xingmian pinched her chin and thought for a while, "Do you have enough friends? It's better to have some acting skills?"

Zhou Yang obviously had an expression of "I think you are making things difficult for me", and Shen Xingmian sighed, "I just came up with an idea, but it fell through again."

"Why don't you talk about it first? If it doesn't work, I'll find a way."

Shen Xingmian thinks it's right, it's really no big deal to ask extra performers, anyway, Zhou Yang even bought a 30 diamond ring, so it's not bad to spend this little money.

Shen Xingmian briefly talked about his thoughts, and Zhou Yang's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he immediately said that he had decided on this method, and he would go to find a way to implement it.

"When do you want to propose?" Shen Xingmian asked.

"It will take some time to prepare, about a week." Zhou Yang thought about it and asked Shen Xingmian, "Do you have time then?"

"It should be in time, the finals should be over by then." Shen Xingmian ordered two bottles of wine, poured two glasses, and handed Zhou Yang a glass, "First of all, I wish you a successful marriage proposal."

"Don't drink, we all know how much you drink."

"You look down on people, don't you?" Shen Xingmian was unconvinced, she held up her glass and insisted on clinking glasses with Zhou Yang, "I can still have a glass now, of course...the main reason is that the alcohol content is low hehe."

Zhou Yang was dubious, had a drink with Shen Xingmian, observed for a while and found that he was indeed not poured, so he believed his words, and discussed some details with him.

"By the way, how are you and Cheng Juxing doing?" Zhou Yang started to gossip after finishing talking about the business.

"Let's just do it like that, the same way." Mentioning Cheng Shu, Shen Xingmian slammed his hand, "You don't have to worry about the extras, I have a solution."

[The author has something to say]: Xiao Cheng: Got it, I'll just be a tool.