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Fu Yuan chewed mint gum numbly.

With his right arm resting on the car door, he stared at the rapidly passing scenery outside the window with a distracted gaze, without any disturbance in his heart.

Song Qingxu sitting on his right looked funny, watching him in a daze with interest.

"Here we are." The driver stopped the car and turned around.

Song Qingxu thanked the driver who helped to unload the luggage from the trunk, watched the taxi go away, and hooked Fu Yuan's neck.

"Go baby."

Knowing that he was still suffering from motion sickness, Fu Yuan calmed down, took all the suitcases into his hands, and followed Song Qingxu.

There is a red-painted villa not far in front. Looking in through the large glass window on the first floor, there are landscape paintings hanging all over the wall, meticulous flower and bird scrolls, and rice paper stacked one person high in the corner.

In the middle of the lintel, there is a wooden plaque with the words "Tonghui Studio".

For this question, Song Qingxu's mother's name is Tong Hui, and the studio she opened was named after her.

The students of the winter vacation class are still in the course period, it is noon, and there are still a few students and their parents scattered in front of the door.

Fu Yuan saw that the kraft paper bag in their hands was small, but it looked bulging, with a few persimmon-like orange things protruding from the outside, persimmons were painted on the bag, and the words "Wan Shi Da Ji" were written on it.

Song Qingxu turned back to call him, followed his gaze, and explained: "The handicraft class should be something made of ultra-light mud."

"Ah."

Fu Yuan was just curious, and after getting the explanation, he quickened his pace to follow him, and pulled the suitcase up from the slopes on both sides.

Now I can really look at the interior of the house.

On the side of the door is a long wooden table similar to a bar, which is full of watercolor paintings and blessing characters left over from years ago, and other odds and ends such as markers are placed.

Sitting behind the desk was a young-looking female teacher who was talking to a parent, while the little boy was impatiently grinding the ground with his feet, holding a watercolor in his hand, which could vaguely tell that the painting was a door god.

The hall is connected to four large rooms. Only one of the small exhibition halls for calligraphy and painting has a sliding glass door, and the others only have a door opening. Although the decoration is exquisite and joyful, there is no door so that the scene inside can be seen at a glance. .

Fu Yuan glanced around roughly, but didn't look closely, and roughly guessed that it was a place where calligraphy was practiced and small activities were held.

There is no slope to go upstairs, and it takes a lot of effort to climb up to the fourth floor with a few suitcases. The two have been running all the way since the morning. Although the distance is not much, they are indeed lost. what strength.

Song Qingxu thought for a while, put the suitcases of both of them behind the long table, and asked the teacher on duty to take care of them for a while.

Rows of small animals were painted with gouache paint on the wall beside the wooden ladder, surrounded by green leaves, which looked lively.

After walking to the second floor, Fu Yuan saw a familiar figure rushing out of the room where the painting materials were piled up. When she turned around and locked the door, both of them saw her appearance clearly.

Song Qingnuo had just locked the door and came out with seven or eight boxes of white paint. When he turned around, he saw his brother and sister-in-law standing at the stairs.

"You are back, so early! I wanted to pick you up!"

She exhorted excitedly: "Wait a minute, I'm going to deliver the things, you must remember to wait for me to come back!"

Standing at the stairs, Fu Yuan felt dizzy. Although most of the students had finished walking, there were still teachers from each class cleaning the classroom and packing up the students' paintings.

Song Qingxu put his arms around him and stood by the stairs to prevent people from walking back and forth. A few teachers greeted him occasionally. Song Qingxu smiled and said a few words, but the hands on Fu Yuan's shoulders never stopped. put it down.

After all, he was not familiar with the environment, and Fu Yuan was a little uncomfortable, but with Song Qingxu leaning behind him, he felt a little relieved.

Song Qingxu tried the temperature of his hands, feeling that he might have just been blown cold by the wind, so he put Fu Yuan's hands in his pocket to cover them, and rubbed his ears with both hands.

Under the eyes of the public, Fu Yuan was a little embarrassed, and gently pinched his waist through the down jacket: "Where are your parents?"

"My mother should be in the Gongbi flower and bird class on the third floor. My father doesn't know. It can be on any floor."

Fu Yuan quickly broke free from his arms: "Then it would be so embarrassing if I saw it!" Just thinking about being caught by the parents when the two were intimate, he was so ashamed that he blushed.

Song Qingxu didn't tease him at this time either, his boyfriend was nervous and nervous, so don't add fuel to the flames.

He leaned on the handrail of the wooden ladder, watching Song Qingnuo running over cheerfully, and reminded her: "This place has just been dragged, so be careful."

"I know!" Song Qingnuo jumped forward with a smile: "I've been looking forward to it every day, and finally brother Fu Yuan is here!"

Fu Yuan responded and gave her a high five.

Song Qingxu interrupted unceremoniously: "What are you looking forward to? What are you looking forward to your sister-in-law doing? What should you do?"

"what?"

Song Qingnuo looked at her brother in shock, and at Fu Yuan who was blushing at being called a "sister-in-law" by her brother, and roared angrily like a single dog: "It's great to have a partner!"

Song Qingxu gave her younger sister a look of "it's just amazing", and led her boyfriend upstairs in front of her: "Let's go, stop talking nonsense."

Mother Song was not in the studio on the third floor, so the three of them went directly to the fourth floor.

There were faint voices behind the small restaurant, Song Qingnuo gestured to them and ran over.

"Mom! Come on, come on!"

After a while, a woman in a light blue cheongsam with coiled hair who was picked up by Song Qingnuo came out, with delicate makeup on.

Song Qingxu patted Fu Yuan's back calmly, without him making any further gestures, Fu Yuan could know that this was Mother Song, and greeted her politely.

"Hello Auntie."

Mother Song knocked off her daughter's hand with a smile, and said to him, "Xiaoyuan, are you tired from the car ride? It's really hard for you to come from such a long distance."

She raised her chin to her son: "Qing Xu accompany others on the sofa or go to the room to sit first, and let Qing Nuo call you when the meal is ready."

Song Qing promised to come down. As soon as Mother Song went back to the kitchen to help Father Song, he abducted him back to his room.

"Go, go to my bedroom and sit down."

Fu Yuan was dragged into the room by him, and was pressed down on the bed in a familiar posture.

Song Qingxu squatted beside him, explaining to him one by one the things in the bedroom, just like a child who invites a good friend to play at home, and wants to show his things to the other party to be satisfied .

"Did you draw all the things on the wall?"

Fu Yuan's hand was held by Song Qingxu, he scratched Song Qingxu's palm restlessly, and asked softly.

In fact, there was a black piano under the rows of paintings on the wall, but he didn't know much about pianos, so he couldn't tell the good from the bad, but the velvet cover on the piano seemed to be of good quality.

"The works that I am most satisfied with every year since I was a child are all here," he said like a treasure, "The one on the far left was drawn when I was eight years old, and there are a total of eight works until now, and the two years missing in the middle are the second and third years of high school. "

Song Qingxu shook Fu Yuan's hand slowly: "How is the painting?"

Fu Yuan listened to him with a smile, and after thinking for a long time, he answered seriously: "I'm not an expert and I don't know, but I look pretty good."

A "good-looking" is enough for him, Song Qing Xu got up happily, and took him to empty his collection cabinet.

It's not a formal cabinet, but it looks quite classy when it's neatly placed there.

Pencil case, cat claw charm, Mickey bag... There is also a key case, and even a half-sized backpack.

Fu Yuan touched the tightly sewn zipper in amazement. Except for the first kitten pendant, which seemed a little crooked due to the cotton stuffed inside, the stitches on every other small item were almost neat.

"Is it made of non-woven fabric?"

He asked a little suspiciously: "...you did all of these?"

Seeing his surprised expression, Song Qingxu raised his eyebrows: "I did it all by myself, alone."

Fu Yuan was so shocked by the news that he couldn't speak, his mouth was so big that he could stuff an egg.He turned the little Mickey bag over and over several times before he found his voice: "You're kind, you're ingenious?"

"Humph." Song Qingxu snorted triumphantly, "How is it? You won't lose money if you invest in shares, right? Isn't it hard to find such a good boyfriend? Knowing how to play piano, chess, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting will warm your heart, and you can make money to support your family. How wonderful! .”

Fu Yuan put the things back in place, pulled his face with a smile: "Then I can cook."

"So we just complement each other, so we don't have to worry about it in the future."

Fu Yuan smiled and rolled his eyes, the watery deer eyes looked particularly seductive: "Well, you really have eyes. But why did you think of learning this?"

"Hey, that's a long story."

Song Qingxu put his arms around him and explained unhurriedly: "When Song Qingnuo and I were still in the kindergarten as children wearing crotch pants and showing butts, my mother opened a studio, and I have been in the studio since then. Learning to paint, other children have half-day classes on Saturdays and Sundays, I have to go to school for two full days, and I have to learn piano at night."

"I thought it was boring for a while, but after watching Qing Nuo learn Latin harder, I felt more balanced."

Fu Yuan laughed tremblingly in his arms, raised his head and kissed his chin: "...and then?"

"Then I kept learning. The painting class has a manual class every half a month, and sewing is learned in the class. At that time, I didn't think there was any difference in learning this. I was looking forward to the manual class, and I didn't expect it. It will be useful someday."

Song Qingxu grabbed the man who was shaking in his arms, raised his hand and gently tapped his forehead.

The two of them didn't have much fun when they were startled by Song Qingnuo's knock on the door.When she said she was knocking on the door, those who didn't know thought she was banging against a big wall.

"It's time to eat!"

Seeing that his sister consciously didn't open the door directly, Song Qingxu said kindly to her, "Got it."

Song Qingnuo ignored him directly, and pulled Fu Yuan into a seat: "Brother Fu Yuan, sit here, sit here!"

Song Qingxu's face darkened.

He sat down next to his boyfriend and cast a warning look.

"Ah! Mom, look at my brother!" Song Qingnuo grabbed Song's mother and asked her to look at Song Qingxu: "Look! He stared at me fiercely!"

Mother Song couldn't understand what her daughter had done. After so many years, everyone knew everything about it.She arranged the last dish, "Stop making trouble, sit back in your seat, and prepare to eat."

Song Qingxu received his younger sister's grimace, turned a blind eye, took Fu Yuan to wash his hands, and then came back to sit down.

Fu Yuan had already seen the same kind of politeness in his own home, so he didn't have too much trouble in his heart. Everyone knew that the politeness was just a prelude, and the words behind it were the most important.

Song's father sat calmly on the left hand of Song's mother, calmly asking everyone to eat more.

Thanks to Song Qingnuo's barking from time to time and Mother Song's helpless stopping, the meal was not so peaceful.

When Song Qingnuo finally calmed down under Father Song's eyes, Mother Song was a little exhausted, and her voice was so tired that she couldn't lift her spirits.

At this moment, Papa Song suddenly said, "Xiaoyuan, I heard that you are a freshman in S University. What are you studying specifically?"

"It's from the School of Foreign Languages, learning English." Fu Yuan tried his best to make his voice sound normal and stable.

What exactly did he learn? Of course, Father Song had already asked clearly. He asked this question just to get a head start.

"S University is the best normal university in our N province. Does Xiaoyuan want to be a teacher in the future?"

Fu Yuan raised his head nervously, seeing that Papa Song was asking with a smile, he felt a little relieved: "Yes, I'm thinking about starting the teacher qualification exam in the second half of this year, probably to apply for high school English."

In fact, it's not "probably". Fu Yuan has already applied for a high school English quota in the education resource institution this winter vacation, but he still didn't say too much.

"It's good to be a teacher," Song's father nodded, "There are weekends, winter and summer vacations, and if you pass the exam, you will be stable."

Fu Yuan followed his words and said: "Well, when you are about to graduate, you must consider the issue of teacher establishment."

Mother Song arrived at Father Song, "Don't put pressure on the child early."

"Brother Fu Yuan is so smart, there won't be any problem with the exam." Song Qingnuo interjected, "What are you worried about? Don't you believe my brother's vision?"

Except for Fu Yuan, the other three people at the dining table stared at her together.

Song Qingnuo bowed his head resentfully, and ate silently.

"But this is indeed Xiaoyuan's own business, we shouldn't talk about it."

After staring at her daughter, Song's mother said softly, "You are all grown-up children, we parents can no longer interfere with you for no reason."

"Your affairs are all your own thoughts and decisions."

Mother Song was half full after eating. She put down her chopsticks and said in a serious tone, "We just hope that you are all serious. If you say that you are young, you are in love. If you say that you are old, it is a matter of a lifetime."

Fu Yuan also put down the bowls and chopsticks, and mustered up the courage to look Mama Song in the eyes: "Don't worry, I treat this as a lifetime thing, it's not a sudden impulse, nor is it an accident."

"I... can't guarantee that it will last forever - but I can guarantee that I must be serious enough about this relationship, and that every minute and every second with Song Qingxu, I will have nothing else to do."

Song Qingxu seldom heard Fu Yuan call him by his full name, but now he could not help but tremble.

Song's mother and Song's father did not answer immediately.

The rest of the people didn't dare to speak, Song Qingxu put down the bowls and chopsticks, quietly took Fu Yuan's hand under the table, and interlocked his fingers.

"...You are right and sincere."

Mother Song followed what Father Song said: "Promising for a lifetime sometimes seems empty... But if both of us are serious and willing to get along slowly, then we don't have any questions to ask."

The air suddenly froze for a few seconds, and the juniors didn't dare to make a sound.

Song's father and Song's mother got up, "You are tired in the morning, and you haven't had much rest. After a while, I will take you to the guest room to have a good rest. I will leave the rice bowl to clean up later. If you can't find a place, I don't need your juniors." I'm worried."

"Let's go back and rest first."

The author has something to say: Aww... the dust has settled~

As a short story, the end is just ahead (*^▽^*)