The feeling of rebirth is hard to restrain

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.

The weather became hot, and the pedestrians on the street put on thin clothes, and some of them who worked hard even took off their shirts, |naked|exposing their upper body.

Andy also became fond of staying at home, blowing on the mechanical fan, and flipping through various novels.

This fan was the first product promoted by the college. It relied on water power to propel the mechanical blades. For this reason, Williams also built a small waterfall.

This kind of machinery is not cheap, but compared to the master's products, it is much cheaper. It only costs ten gold coins.

The college began to develop like in the previous life. Relying on the subsidy of gold coins, many poor students came to study one after another. Gary simply asked Williams for the place and built the college directly.

Williams no longer cared about the affairs there, but the connections he had accumulated did not lose their effectiveness. Gary even told him cryptically that if the teaching at the Kingdom Academy was not good, he could turn to them to study.

Andy was wearing an apron and was scribbling on white cloth with a paintbrush.

He has recently gotten to know other kids in the district, and he likes to see them draw strange animals on the ground. When he got home, he begged Williams to help him find a teacher.

So far his only material is Williams... the canvas is full of different Williams.

Williams is not good at painting. He was not born with such a sensual and romantic cell. When he was studying in his previous life, he was rated as having no aura.

During that time, painting tortured Williams to the point of madness. In the end, he resolutely gave up painting. The craftsmanship is just the craftsmanship. He is such a realistic person.

Andy has a delicate heart and grasps the details very well. He was praised by the teacher as talented and enthusiastically taught him to draw. However, Andy's best painting is still his brother William...

He seemed to be watching Williams all the time, capturing his occasional expressions with precision.

Andy really likes drawing, because drawing can help him record the various appearances of Brother William!

Now his room is filled with a dozen portraits of Williams.

The days slipped away in drawing and writing, and in a blink of an eye, late autumn came again.

At this time, Andy finally began to develop, and his feet often hurt so much that he couldn't sleep at night. Williams sat at the end of the bed, rubbing his feet and soothing his muscles and bones.

He has grown from a 140-centimeter dwarf to a 170-centimeter handsome young man. With his gentle temperament and cute smile, he is the dream lover of the girls in the neighborhood, but Williams is too close to them, and they have no chance to get close Andy.

Sometimes Andy sat in the garden, laid out canvases, and quietly scanned the flowers and plants in the garden. Many girls would pass by inadvertently outside, and some even walked back and forth two or three times, each time carrying a basket, pretending to go to the garden. The appearance of picking flowers in the suburbs, pinching the corner of the skirt, walked over with a variety of charms──There are always only a few small flowers in the basket.

Williams was very upset in his heart. He wished he could pack up and send away these shameless women, so as not to spoil Andy's eyes. But at the same time, he felt that this was the time when Andy's outlook on life was just formed...

He was anxious and irritable. He broke several pens in a month, and he couldn't even read the account book. He sat in the study all day, but his thoughts could not help but drift out of the window.

What will Andy be doing now?Are you still drawing?It's getting cold, has he got enough clothes on?There are still so many girls outside the door, and the children have grown up, so troublesome...

Williams sat on a high-back chair like a statue, and the book in his hand hadn't turned a page for a long time.

Andy hummed a ballad and daubed on the white canvas with a paintbrush.

It was clearly a scene in late autumn, but it made him draw a bit of life. Among the flying leaves all over the sky, a small ant climbed out of the pile of leaves, looking for the fallen fruit.

He painted so intently that even the girl passing by outside the iron fence didn't notice.

"Hi, handsome guy, the handsome guy inside." He was about to draw a picture of brother William reading a book at the bottom of the tree when he heard a voice.

Andy looked up, and saw a girl waving at her.

Andy didn't have the idea that he was particularly noble, so he put down his paintbrush, walked over and asked gently, "What's the matter?"

The girl quarreled with other friends, blushing and said, "Hi, hello, my name is Susan, my handkerchief accidentally let the wind blow into your garden, can you return it to me?"

Andy looked around, and sure enough, a pink handkerchief with floral flowers fell aside.

He walked over to pick it up and handed it to the girl Susan.

Susan took the handkerchief and asked boldly, "What's your name? I often see you painting. Are you a painter?"

Andy blinked and smiled kindly: "I'm not a painter, my name is Andy."

"Andy, hello." Susan blushed and twisted her skirt. Her friend pushed her, but she just kept her face away.

"Susan wants to give these fruits to you, thank you for helping her carry the handkerchief." Susan's friend smiled and passed a basket of fruits over the subway rail.

Andy smiled and said politely, "Thank you, but no, it's not a big deal..."

"Handsome guy, you just eat." She stuffed the basket into Andy's arms, then smiled and ran away with her best friend.

When Williams looked out the window, he saw this dazzling scene.

With a stiff face, he smashed the door frame of the window sill with his hands.

He threw the fragments aside expressionlessly, thinking with a dark face: Does this railing need to be repaired, such a big seam is really too unsafe...

──If you are jealous, be jealous, brother William, is it so difficult to admit that you like little Andy?

Andy hugged the basket in astonishment, and the servant who was waiting on the side said cleverly: "Master, I don't know if there is any problem with these fruits, so don't eat them indiscriminately."

"Here you are." Andy handed them the basket. Of course, he would not eat the food outside. Although he has no airs, he still has some noble accomplishments.

"Thank you, young master. You are so kind. That girl is so unruly, and the young master doesn't bother her." The servant smiled obsequiously and greeted Andy.

"The living environment is different." Andy smiled, and then went back to continue painting.

This little episode didn't make Andy take it to heart.

He didn't know anything about feelings. When the girl's friend said that the fruit basket was to thank him, he really believed that it was just for thanking him.

After that time, a lot of things 'dropped' in the garden, such as handkerchiefs, books, paper towels, etc... Finally, Andy got annoyed and hired a servant to clean up all kinds of 'dropped' things Things, I just concentrate on painting.

Speaking of incomprehensible customs, the child raised by a certain William is also quite lacking in a certain aspect.

Williams was both comforting and entangled. He didn't know whether to let Andy go on like this, or to intervene.

He stood solemnly at the window, as if he was thinking about some important national affairs, and he was uneasy. For a while, he thought that there was nothing wrong with Andy continuing. The eyes of all those who peeped at his treasure were plucked out.

Williams was almost driven crazy by these two thoughts in his heart. He even wanted to hide Andy, take him away, and go to a place where no one was there to monopolize him.

But at this time, the voice of a righteous little angel came out to kill his selfish thoughts.

Williams leaned his head against the window frame, with deep depression in his eyes.

"Brother, is there anything interesting outside?" Andy walked over with a painting in his arms, and followed his eyes to look at the garden curiously.

The garden is bare and there is nothing to see.

"No, are you finished?" Williams looked away.

"The painting is finished!" Andy turned the picture up with a smile and showed it to Williams: "Look! This is our garden!"

"The painting is very good." Williams doesn't know much about art appreciation, but he thinks Andy's paintings always have a sense of vitality and warmth.

It has something to do with his personality...

"This is you." Andy pointed to the little figure under the tree and said happily, "I also drew my brother in it."

"How can I read a book under a tree?" Williams shook his head with a grin. "Didn't your teacher tell you to be realistic?"

"Anyway, if my brother doesn't tell me, the teacher won't know." Andy pouted, "I hope to draw my brother into every painting I have."

"Like brother so much?" Williams joked.

"I like it, I like it the most." Andy said without hesitation.

Williams' heart skipped a beat. In order to hide his momentary gaffe, he turned his head and pretended to be looking for a book and said, "The college is about to start, have you prepared your things?"

Andy hugged the painting and flattened his mouth in disappointment: "Is it true that I can't live with my brother in the dormitory?"

"...It's an independent house, so they can't be together," Williams said.

"But I'm afraid." Andy took Williams's hand coquettishly: "Can I live with you?"

"You've got to grow up," Williams said sternly.

"I don't want to grow up, why do I have to leave my brother when I grow up? I'm afraid of being alone!" Andy said aggrievedly, he just wanted to be with his brother, why did he separate them?

"Everyone is like that." Williams pursed his lips and drew back his hand.

"Then let's not do this!" Andy blurted out, "The two of us will live together in the future, okay?"

Williams's heart tightened, but he forced himself to look away: "Andy, you have to learn to grow up."

"Brother is a big idiot!" Andy turned his head and rushed out holding the painting.

The author has something to say:

William wanted to hit him when he saw me (pulls up his sleeves

Andy: Huh, don't hit my brother QQ