Painting Tang

Unaware that Yu Tang, who caused Zhen Hui to suffer inhuman oppression and indiscriminate disaster because he ate up a plate of small cakes, was woken up by the sound of coughing.

Realizing that the sound of coughing up blood did not come from a dream, but from Yu Mian on another bed, Yu Tang suddenly got up and got out of bed and lifted Yu Mian's quilt.

"Yu Mian?"

He was terrified by Yu Mian's flushed neck and cheeks, so he could only help him up first and hurriedly poured a cup of hot water and handed it over.

"What's going on? Where's the discomfort?"

"I, cough cough, brother...my stomach is so uncomfortable, I want to vomit..."

Yu Mian retched twice, gritted her teeth, jumped out of bed and went straight to the toilet, pretending to close the door smoothly, and then there was the sound of vomiting from the toilet.

"Yumian, open the door and let me have a look. If it doesn't work, we'll go to the hospital right away."

Yu Tang stood outside the door worriedly, but did not realize that Yu Mian inside the door was actually digging her throat with her hands to induce vomiting.

"Should have just eaten something bad,"

Yu Mian vomited until she had nothing to vomit before turning on the faucet to rinse her mouth. In the mirror, his eyes were dull and dull, as if the one who suffered just now was not himself at all, but the moment he opened the door and threw himself into Yu Tang's arms, he blinked immediately. She shed two tears, pretended to be weak with red eyes and whispered,

"It won't be so uncomfortable after vomiting, brother, don't worry."

"What did you eat yesterday?"

Yu Tang helped him wipe off the water stains at the corners of his mouth. Yu Mian couldn't digest well, and he couldn't eat anything spicy, sour, sticky, or cold. Old stomach disease.

"It's the same as what I ate a few days ago, except that I ate an extra piece of cake brought back by my brother last night."

Yu Mian said aggrievedly.

"..."

Yu Tang sighed, patted Yu Mian's head to comfort him, "Maybe the fruit on the cake is not fresh, I'll pay more attention next time."

"next time?"

Yu Mian blinked her red eyes, "Will my brother go to dinner with that person last night? I don't like the smell of him, he doesn't look like a good person."

"When did you learn to judge people by their appearance?"

Yu Tang patted his forehead lightly, "Didn't you finish reading all the books yesterday? I'll bring you a few more books today. You stay at home obediently for the past few days, and I'll take you out to play on weekends."

"Really?"

As soon as Yu Mian heard that she was able to go out with her brother, her eyes lit up immediately, and she instinctively lay down on the bed, "Brother keeps his word, I will be obedient!"

Yu Tang laughed twice, and went to the studio to go to work as usual after a brief wash.

On the way, he thought that when he saw Zou Weiyi, he would ask Mu Jingchen what kind of plan he was planning, but when he opened the door, Mu Jingchen himself was surrounded by students on the podium.

Zou Weiyi was naturally itchy with hatred, and when he saw Yutang coming, he hurried over and looked around him, and asked cautiously,

"That bastard Mu Jingchen didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"We just had a meal together."

Yu Tang lowered her voice, "Why did Mr. Mu come to the studio again today?"

"Who knows him!"

Zou Weiyi snorted coldly, "He was released from the barracks to try his best to pretend, and he would stay in the studio to help because the professor liked him. Do we need his help here? It's just adding to the chaos."

"Assistant Xiao Yu is here!"

"Good morning, Assistant Professor Xiaoyu!"

The students noticed Yu Tang's arrival and turned their heads to greet him. The embarrassing episode yesterday was quickly forgotten.

Yu Tang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, just at this time a student came up to him with a smile and asked him,

"Professor Yu, let's continue with the painting we didn't finish yesterday? I've been looking forward to it all night, and I'm sure I can draw you very well."

"It depends on the arrangement of the professor."

"The professor is not here today. However, Assistant Professor Yu should be careful not to shake so much when he is a model this time. You are too sensitive, which will affect my drawing of you out of shape."

Hearing the ambiguity and provocation hidden in the student's tone, Yu Tang backed away calmly. If someone in the studio felt this way about him, should he consider changing his job...

"I don't draw the human body today,"

The student wanted to get close to Yu Tang, but someone grabbed his shoulder from behind. Mu Jingchen pushed him back gently, stood in front of Yu Tang and looked down at him,

"It's you, didn't you learn how to speak human language before learning to paint? Go to the playground and run ten laps before you come up."

"what?"

The student was stunned for a while, "Well, this is a studio, not a military academy. Even Young Master Mu, you have no right to punish me like this."

"Today, I will teach you a class on behalf of the professor and teach you how to be a human being."

Mu Jingchen's tone contained a bit of undeniable strength, and the imposing manner alone made the student's tone weak and his legs weak.

"Get down when you understand. I'll watch you upstairs. If you dare to be lazy, add ten laps."

"……Yes."

The student ran out of the classroom in dismay, joking, standing in front of him was the young master Mu who had destroyed the Panhua Building as soon as he returned to the city, who would dare to talk back to him?

"Hey, the professor really asked you to substitute for the class?"

Zou Weiyi stared at Mu Jingchen in dissatisfaction, "You have been fighting bandits for so many years, do you know how to teach?"

"Aren't you biased too much against me?"

Mu Jingchen smiled helplessly, "I'm a bandit suppressor, but I'm not a bandit. If you don't believe me, ask Teacher Xiao Yu."

"Thank you, Mr. Mu, for helping me out just now."

Yu Tang paused, "Then, how does Mr. Mu plan to arrange today's class?"

He didn't know why Mu Jingchen was so kind to him, so good that he directly provided him with an excellent opportunity to get close to killing his father and enemy, but every time he saw Mu Jingchen's eyes with a wide smile At that time, he instinctively wanted to escape—he didn't want to use Mu Jingchen to achieve his narrow goals, and he didn't want to disappoint Mu Jingchen's tenderness and preference.

"Today?"

Mu Jingchen glanced at Zou Weiyi, "Today, I will ask Assistant Professor Zou to take the students to the street to practice portrait sketching."

Zou Weiyi was furious when he heard the words: "You are sick! You just want to send us away to be alone with Yutang!"

"That's right,"

Mu Jingchen said frankly, "I haven't finished painting the begonia I promised to teach Xiaoyu, but you ordinary people don't deserve to see it, so I will naturally send you away."

"You, you, you are shameless!"

Zou Weiyi was so angry that he vomited blood. If Yu Tang hadn't been pulling him behind, he would have swung his fist up, "Yu Tang, please don't let him go! You, you, you, come with me!"

"what?"

Mu Jingchen grabbed Yu Tang's other wrist and made a gesture of snatching it, "Can I still eat Xiao Yu's assistant?"

"Of course you can eat him!"

Zou Weiyi still wanted to talk, but he didn't expect that all the students in the studio were "bought" by Mu Jingchen, and they were all eager to go out and paint something new, so they swarmed up to urge Zou Weiyi to pack up his painting tools and go out.

In desperation, Zou Weiyi had no choice but to be dragged out of the studio by the students, and before leaving, he threatened Mu Jingchen at the top of his voice:

"If you kid, dare to plot something wrong, I will sue Old General Mu!"

"puff,"

Mu Jingchen chuckled and looked at Yutang, "Don't worry, I'll only finish painting Begonia, and I won't do anything else to you."

"I trust Mr. Mu."

Yu Tang nodded, but didn't take the next step, "But I didn't expect that the master wanted to finish that branch of flowers...I got wet with water last night and washed away your painting."

"Washed off?"

Mu Jingchen was stunned for a moment, then took two steps forward and pushed Yu Tang against the studio door, leaned down slightly, and asked softly by his ear,

"Did it get wet accidentally, or did you remove it on purpose because you didn't like it?"

"Too, too close..."

Yu Tang stretched out his hand to push him away, but felt the breath in his ear became warmer. He heard Mu Jingchen chuckled and then moved away a little.

"Why do I feel that you are avoiding me? Did Zou Weiyi speak ill of me to you? Or is it just because I look so scary?"

"The flowers painted by Mr. Mu are very beautiful...but it is difficult not to be wiped or washed off in such a place."

Yu Tang avoids Mu Jingchen's question, he hasn't decided whether to take advantage of Mu Jingchen's overtures at the moment, or simply treat him as a bad relationship and completely alienate him.

"Well, you're right."

Mu Jingchen was finally willing to let go of the hand on the door behind Yu Tang, Yu Tang breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next second, Mu Jingchen pinched his wrist again,

"Then I'll draw it on your wrist, a small one, what do you think if it doesn't delay your work?"

"Does Mr. Mu have to paint on me..."

"If you're not disgusted,"

Mu Jingchen smiled, "The begonias in my yard were in full bloom last night. They are rare and splendid, and they are worth painting to commemorate. After thinking about it, I think only you are worthy of it."

"I understand why Zou Weiyi always complains that Mr. Mu is eloquent."

"If you can impress Teacher Yu, it's not a waste of fame."

Mu Jingchen made an inviting gesture, and after getting Yu Tang's nod of approval, he immediately picked him up.

"Mr. Mu?"

Yu Tang panicked for a moment, especially after seeing Mu Jingchen lock the studio door.

He was directly hugged and seated on the podium. Before he could resist, Mu Jingchen helped him take off his shoes and socks and rolled up his trouser legs.

"It turns out that the wrist you mentioned is the ankle."

Yu Tang curled up her other leg on the table, hugging her knee with both hands.

"If you paint on your wrist, you have to lift your arm, it will be sore."

Mu Jingchen knelt on the ground with one leg, pinched Yu Tang's ankle and sprayed it with ink-colored flowers.

"Have you finished the dessert you brought home yesterday? I'll send someone to deliver it if it's not enough."

"not yet,"

Yu Tang didn't say a word about Yu Mian's vomiting in the morning, "Mr. Mu gave me so much, I'll have a stomachache after eating all night... hiss."

"Does it hurt you?"

Mu Jingchen relaxed his hand, he was fascinated by the painting of Tanghua, and he did not pay attention to it, and he laid his hands heavily, only to see a faint red circle on Yutang's ankle.

It seems that Xiao Haitang is more delicate than he imagined, and a little force will leave marks on her body.

No wonder there are so many people coveting Yutang maliciously with animal hearts. Thinking of this, Mu Jingchen couldn't help frowning.

"It's okay, but what you drew is different from yesterday's? Is Mr. Mu's painting Chui Sitang?"

As soon as Yu Tang spoke, Mu Jingchen's brows relaxed, and there was even a bit of pampering sweetness in his smile,

"Well, it suits you very well."

He lightly drew the last stroke, and a branch of begonia, which gradually faded from moon white to toner, climbed onto Yu Tang's ankle like a wreath.

"Mister's painting skills are indeed as good as the professor said."

Yu Tang looked at the flower flail on his ankle with great interest. He had only heard that the young master of the Mu family led troops to suppress bandits, drinking blood like a hair, but he did not expect to be endowed with such an elegant skill.

"Wait for it to dry, I'll put away the paintbrush and carry you down."

Mu Jingchen is also very satisfied with this work. It looks like a flower, but it is actually like a soft chain, locking Xiao Haitang firmly by his side.

Yu Tang sat obediently on the podium. He wanted to raise his legs to get a closer look at the flowers drawn by Mu Jingchen, but he didn't expect that one of them lost his balance and fell off the edge of the podium.

"careful!"

"Well--!"

The paint bucket was knocked over, and the bright red and green colors were scattered all over the ground in the afternoon. Yu Tang gently opened his eyes, and found that Mu Jingchen put his hand behind his head first, preventing the He was hit on the head by the corner of the table.