Still so cute today

In fact, it was not Qi Lian's whim to help Gu Meng find a teacher. There are two reasons: firstly, Mengmeng really needs a teacher; secondly, he also hopes that the child will become busy recently.

Qi Lian lowered his eyes. If possible, he hoped that Mengmeng would live under his protection for the rest of his life, but this has become impossible, so he can only use another way, watching the child grow up little by little, until he grows up to If he is not needed, he will leave quietly by himself at that time.

And this period of time will become the best memory in his heart, take it out from time to time and look it up, maybe he will face the parting calmly.

Zou Tao was startled when he heard Qi Lian say that he wanted to make Gu Meng busy.

"You treasure him so much, would you be willing?"

"It's not about being reluctant, children have to learn to grow up."

Seeing his calm expression, Zou Tao muttered, "Then the professor might not accept Mengmeng, right?"

Qi Lian glanced at him lightly: "Recently Yimeng sponsored a project of Mr. Liang, and I just wanted him to meet Mengmeng."

……

This afternoon, the sky was quite gloomy, and there was still a light snow in the sky. Gu Meng didn't go out, she put on a small blanket, and read a book on the sofa.

After watching it for a while, she felt bored again, so she got up and went to the balcony, only to find that the small snowflakes in the air had turned into big snowflakes, falling down profusely. Gu Meng's eyes widened in surprise, and she pressed her face against the glass, breathing, The glass was stained with a large amount of water mist. He stretched out his finger and pressed it, drawing a love heart, and writing the characters "Lian" and "Meng" in the middle.

Then he looked at those two words and started to be dazed. He saw this on TV. He just did it subconsciously for some reason. As he watched it, Gu Meng's face turned red, feeling that The me just now was too naive, and I wanted to wipe it off, but I couldn't do it anyway, so I could only put it aside and leave it alone.

Gu Meng has come to S City for so many years, this is the first time that such a heavy snow has fallen, the snowflakes danced and entwined in the air, and finally fell on the ground, covered with a layer of hoarfrost, Gu Meng looked outside without blinking Everything is like entering a new world.

I don't know how long it took, as if he suddenly remembered something, dragging his cotton slippers, he dug out his small drawing board and paintbrush, and without caring about anything else, he sat on the ground and started working.

So, when Liang Qiuhua walked into this room, what he saw was a young man sitting on the ground with his drawing board in his arms, because he was so focused that he didn't even notice that a person entered the room.

Gu Meng was sitting facing the balcony, with his back to the door, his hair was disheveled, he was wearing a small furry coat, his hat was crooked, and his sitting posture was no matter how comfortable he was. Seeing him like this, Uncle Han felt warm in his heart, But in the end there are guests.

Seeing that the housekeeper was about to knock on the door, Liang Qiuhua stopped him and walked behind Gu Meng.Liang Qiuhua came here originally to meet Qi Lian's request. After all, the smooth progress of the project he was working on was all thanks to his help. Now seeing Gu Meng's small appearance of being absorbed in painting, he felt a little relieved.

Gu Meng didn't draw any fanciful words, but just drew a snow scene. The whole painting is in a dark tone, and the highlight of the whole painting is only a pair of young couple holding hands on the street. Liang Qiuhua smiled in his heart: After all, he is still a child.

But as Gu Meng sketched out the whole scene stroke by stroke, Liang Qiushi couldn't help laughing. Just by the skill of the strokes, it can be seen how hard the child practiced, and he didn't stick to strokes. Sometimes A new landscape can be created with a single brushstroke, Liang Qiushi nodded in his heart, he is a malleable talent.

As Gu Meng filled in the colors bit by bit, Liang Qiuhua became serious. The dark sky, the gray snowflakes, the tall buildings, the sparse and almost invisible trees, should have been a bleak scene, but the warm yellow The lighting, the couple in love, the woman waiting for her husband to return...all these are like hope sweeping the whole painting, the colors are obviously conflicting, but they are strangely compatible. This kind of city scene gives people a strange feeling of cleanliness , warmth, hope...

When Gu Meng made the last stroke, Liang Qiuhua woke up from the world he had outlined, and found that he was smiling, and looked at the child with some confusion, a genius...

Gu Meng finished drawing in one breath, twisted her sore neck, and found a person standing behind her. He thought it was Uncle Han, and asked him what's the matter.After waiting for a while, he found that there was no movement behind him. He turned his head suspiciously, only to find an unknown grandfather standing behind him, who looked familiar.

Liang Qiuhua has been thinking about what kind of person can draw such a picture, but when Gu Meng turned around, he was taken aback for a while, and then nodded in his heart, yes, only such a person can draw such a picture .

Seeing that the child was surprised to see him, Liang Qiuhua stepped forward, pointed to a place in the painting, and asked with a smile, "Why do you draw like this here?"

Gu Meng followed his fingers and looked over. When he drew this painting, his mind was a little wandering. He forgot all the painting skills and composition. Now he is a little guilty when he is pointed at by that person. Does he want to say that he Is this how you drew it in your previous life?

Na Na said: "I feel like I should draw like this."

Liang Qiuhua nodded: "The composition and artistic conception of this painting are perfect, but some of them have not been fully expressed. I saw that you were a little hesitant when you wrote the pen. Is there some hesitation in your heart? Of course, you are still young and limited by experience. This is also normal..."

When Gu Meng saw that the man said that he was hesitant to write, he couldn't help but pause, and then his face flushed. He was thinking of his uncle at that time, so of course he hesitated in his heart.If Qi Lian had been there, he would have discovered that the couple in the painting were him and Gu Meng, but Gu Meng was relatively small, so Liang Qiuhua didn't realize that the couple was actually two men.

As Liang Qiuhua's analysis became more and more in-depth, Gu Meng's little shame was quickly forgotten, and the expression on his face became serious.The image of the very kindly smiling old man in front of him quickly became high in his heart, and he felt that the person in front of him became more and more familiar.

Liang Qiuhua saw the child looking at him with big clean and moist eyes, his eyes were full of admiration, his little face was slightly tilted up, and his face was also full of admiration, he couldn't help but patted his little head, seeing him She arched her hands like a puppy, and her heart softened into a ball.

The moment Gu Meng dropped his hand, he remembered who the person in front of him was, Professor Liang, everyone in the art world, he was stunned by the news all of a sudden, little stars appeared in his eyes, She felt that he touched her head, and arched him flatteringly.

Liang Qiuhua looked at the child in front of him, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. The touch of his hand was so good, he withdrew his hand with some reluctance.Who knew that at this moment, Gu Meng grabbed his hand and looked straight at herself with sparkling eyes:

"Are you Professor Liang?"

Liang Qiuhua smiled and said, "If you're talking about Liang Qiuhua, then it's me."

Gu Meng was very excited for a moment. Although he had heard of many masters in the art world and watched their paintings, Qi Lian even took him to meet a few of them, but Gu Meng has always admired this one the most. .

There are many masters in the field of traditional Chinese painting in China, and most of them are only obsessed with it all their lives. Although Gu Meng admires them, what he yearns for is tolerance and inclusiveness.This Professor Liang studied abroad in his early years. His paintings are profound and novel. He is good at integrating water, ink and color. He is good at still life painting. Gu Meng's favorite is his "Shenghe".

He hesitated and said: "Professor Liang, I really like your paintings, since I was a child..."

"Don't worry, speak slowly."

Only then did Gu Meng realize how indecent her sitting posture was, so she quickly stood up.

At this time, Uncle Han thoughtfully led the two of them to the living room, made them sit on the sofa, and poured tea for them.Seeing that Professor Liang was satisfied with Gu Meng, Uncle Han left the living room in relief.

……

In the evening, as soon as Qi Lian entered the house, he was greeted with a soft and warm hug. The cold air on his body had not dissipated, and he was afraid of freezing the child. Qi Lian patted his vest to signal him to let go.

Unexpectedly, Gu Meng hugged him even tighter, and buried her head in his arms.

Qi Lian had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'm such an adult, and I'm still acting like a baby."

Gu Meng's muffled voice came: "Why are you so nice?" He didn't realize it at the time, but he couldn't figure it out afterwards, he was just a fool, Professor Liang must have been specially hired by Qi Lian for him.

Hearing this, Qi Lian pushed Gu Meng away and held up his little chin: "It's good to only think about uncle now."

Gu Meng raised her paw and waved his hand away, staring: "I'm serious!"

Qi Lian pinched his face again: "Okay, okay, uncle knows, so are you planning to come to thank uncle?"

"Then how can I thank you?" Gu Meng thought of some scenes of kissing and hugging, and she still had a little expectation.

"Well, uncle is hungry now."

Gu Meng looked at him suspiciously, not sure if what he said was true or joking, then looked at his face carefully, and found that he was a bit haggard, immediately pulled Qi Lian into the living room, thought for a while, In the end, he ran to the kitchen in a rattling manner.

Qi Lian followed him to the door of the kitchen, watching Gu Meng busy in the kitchen, wondering whether to put onions or garlic, and being startled by the flames, he couldn't help feeling bored. Laugh out loud.When Gu Meng heard the voice, she glared at him from embarrassment, and Qi Lian made a gesture of covering her mouth.

Leaning against the wall beside him, looking at Gu Meng's figure, Qi Lian felt warm in his heart, it was really coaxing, so he was very satisfied.

He once made a plan for the two of them in his heart. He wanted to hold everything he owned in front of the children, do everything a couple would do, and see all the beautiful scenery in the world.

I live in a dream every day, and every day is a surprise. Thinking about such a life really makes people laugh.Now, he still wanted his baby to live that life, even without him in that life.Qi Lian thought, love is really a great thing, it makes a selfish person like him great.

Gu Meng in the kitchen didn't know what his uncle was thinking, he put all his body and mind into the pot in front of him, but in the end he only got out a bowl of rotten noodles.

Looking at Qi Lian who ate deliciously, Gu Meng felt a little complicated, a little entangled, and a little happy.But for the sake of her uncle's stomach, Gu Meng said in a sticky voice: "Uncle, it's better not to eat."

Qi Lian picked up the bowl, avoiding Gu Meng's protruding claws: "This is the first time my Mengmeng made noodles, how can I not eat it."

Gu Meng was elated when she heard that, and she vowed, "I will work harder next time."

Qi Lian smiled when he heard the words: "Could it be that Mengmeng wants to compete with uncle for a job?"

Gu Meng struggled for a while, but still shook his head, he was still looking forward to his uncle's dishes.

Qi Lian patted his head and asked him to cook the noodles. It was just his own selfishness. He had already hidden this memory in his heart. It was enough to recall it from time to time.