The green tea group is spoiled

Xie Beiyuan has been a little groggy since he came back,? He hasn't been sick for a long time, and this time the situation seems to be more serious than before.He took the medicine after Gu He left, and slept until evening, when he was woken up by the knock on the door.

Xie Beichen's knocking sound is very unique, like beating a drum, very rhythmic, and sometimes he can knock himself intoxicated.

Just like at this time, he closed his eyes outside the door, and the movements of his hands were exaggerated. He was obviously just knocking on the door, but it seemed that he was standing on the stage and playing to thousands of people.

The next second, Xie Beichen's performance stopped abruptly, he opened one eye, and saw Xie Beiyuan leaning against the door and looking at him unkindly.

Xie Beiyuan slightly raised his chin at him, and Xie Beichen knew that this gesture meant "let the fart go".

He cowardly sent the tray in his hand to Xie Beiyuan:

"Congee,? Drink it while it's hot."

After that, he lowered his voice and added:

"Our dad knew you were sick, so he specially asked auntie to cook it, and asked me to remind you to take your medicine on time."

"……Um."

Xie Beiyuan took the tray, responded lightly, and asked:

"Gu He told him?"

"Otherwise, who else is there?" Xie Beichen leaned against the wall, playing with his fingernails, and sighed:

"Let me tell you, our dad is hard-spoken and soft-hearted, so don't keep fighting with him, just let him get too angry,? Ah."

Xie Beichen wanted to pat Xie Beiyuan on the shoulder, but he raised his hands and put them down silently.He thought for a moment, and tentatively asked:

"Are you and Xiaohe in a relationship? Uh, I'm just asking, nothing else."

Xie Beiyuan raised his eyes and glanced at him inexplicably, then nodded, very frankly:

"Correct."

Xie Beichen opened his eyes exaggeratedly, as if he knew some shocking secret:

"Okay, I see, I will keep it a secret for you."

After all, he blinked his eyes and went downstairs in a good mood.

Xie Beiyuan looked at Xie Beichen's back, somewhat puzzled.

He closed the door, put the porridge in his hand on the table, pulled out the chair and sat down, pressed the phone and glanced at it.

Gu He sent him a message an hour ago:

"Remember to do your homework, I will check!"

Xie Beiyuan raised the corners of his lips, put down his phone, and lazily took out the exercises from his schoolbag.

Xie Beiyuan did his homework, but he didn't have a chance to check it for Gu He, because he had a high fever the next day, so he asked for leave and didn't go to school.

Gu He took time to call Xie Beiyuan during the class break, and only told him to take a good rest, but Xie Beiyuan was not there, so he was not interested in class anymore, just as he promised Qi Wen last time to think about the competition exam questions, so he asked Zhou Jia for leave Run to the studio.

Usually there is no one in the studio at this time, but when Gu He arrived today, Fu Yao was already there, but he was not painting, but standing by the window and making a phone call:

"Don't come to me. I told you last night that I'm tired. It's good for you and me. Anyway, you never looked at me seriously, did you?"

Gu He swore that he really didn't intend to eavesdrop, but by coincidence, he did.

He could guess who Fu Yao was calling, and was a little embarrassed for a moment, so he stood blankly at the door of the studio, not knowing whether to enter or not.

Just at this time, Fu Yao heard the noise and took a look. Seeing that it was Gu He, he smiled at him and hung up the phone:

"Xiaohe came so early?"

"Well, didn't you promise Teacher Qi that you would draw well last time?"

Gu He smiled at him, moved an easel over by himself, pasted the paper and sharpened the pen, and after all the preparations were done, he stared at the white paper in a daze.

"friendship"……

In fact, this proposition can also be expressed with still life, but it is clearly stated in the title that characters need to appear.

Looking at the drawing paper, Gu He tried countless compositions in his mind. Sometimes he even thought about the arc of the character's smile in the picture, but he still couldn't draw with his hand.

It's hard.

Gu He sighed, and casually drew a few lines on the drawing paper to mark the location, then threw the pencil into the pencil case, and started to think about other things.

After a while, Fu Yao walked up to him, looked at the messy lines on his paper, hesitated for a moment, and asked:

"Xiaohe, is your stress disorder serious?"

Gu He was a little frustrated. He took out a piece of toilet paper to cover his face, leaned against the back of the chair and nodded: "Well, I can't draw, and I vomit as soon as I draw."

Sometimes Gu He would think, maybe it was wrong for him to choose to stick to this path in the first place. It was a waste of time and emotion, and it seemed that he was destined to give up halfway.

"Don't be discouraged."

Fu Yao didn't know what Gu He had experienced, but it was definitely not a small trauma that could cause such a hindrance.

He thought for a moment, and was about to say something comforting, but the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Hearing the noise, Gu He subconsciously turned his head to take a look, and happened to see Fu Yao hang up someone's phone.

But the other party was really persistent, and the phone calls came one after another, finally making Fu Yao turn off the phone.His mood seemed to have been ruined by this operation, so he smiled at Gu He:

"I'm going to wash my face."

Gu He nodded, and seeing him go out, he leaned back in his chair, spinning his pen in a daze.

He could probably guess who Fu Yao was pestering. He didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but he really couldn't bear to see Fu Yao being cheated on his feelings, and it seemed that Fu Yao was sober?

Do you want to say...

Gu He was tangled there, and after an unknown amount of time, footsteps could be heard in the corridor. Gu He thought it was Fu Yao who had returned, and was determined to persuade him again, but when he looked up, he found it was Bai Weiwei.

Bai Weiwei wore a white sweater today, it can be seen that she really likes white.

Gu He looked her up and down, ready to treat her as air, but Bai Weiwei took the initiative to come over.She looked a little haggard:

"Xiaohe, do you know where Fu Yao is?"

Gu He looked away and shook his head.

Bai Weiwei thought he was still angry about what happened on the ice rink that night, so he pulled a chair and sat down beside Gu He, and said in a nice voice:

"Xiaohe, believe me, I really didn't push him on purpose that night, I was just playing around."

After hearing this, Gu He didn't smile as usual, he just glanced at Bai Weiwei coldly:

"What do you think, should I trust you, a stranger I've only met three times, or my good friend? Please please if you have value, and discard if you have no value. Who do you think you are?"

Bai Weiwei used to think that Gu He was an easy-to-handle little white rabbit, but now his cognition was overturned by his thorny words, and he didn't know how to respond for a while.

The pen in Gu He's hand twirled a few times between his fingers, and was finally put back into the pen case.He stood up and stretched himself:

"Let's go out and talk, I just want to ask you something."

Gu He led Bai Weiwei to the stairwell at the end of the corridor. He leaned on the handrail, raised his eyes and asked:

"Let me guess, did my sister do something bad again, which completely disappointed senior Fu Yao. You came here to save him, right?"

Bai Weiwei's lips turned white from being bitten by himself, and Gu He knew that he had hit the mark when he saw her like this.

He waited patiently for Bai Weiwei's reply, Bai Weiwei was silent for a while, and replied:

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, Xiaohe? You just need to tell me where Fu Yao is."

"I think he might not want to see you very much."

Gu He avoided her question, then turned his head slightly, glanced down through the gap between the armrests, and then said something seemingly unintentionally:

"A person like my sister must be very likable, right? No wonder you can consume other people's admiration unscrupulously."

"What do you mean?"

Bai Weiwei felt that something was wrong, and he didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this.

"It's nothing interesting."

Gu He shrugged:

"However, if my sister likes my boyfriend, you can tell him directly next time, and you don't need to play tricks. Also, if my sister has many brothers around me, then don't be attached to Senior Fu Yao, so you two Tired. Disappointment accumulated over and over again will overwhelm people, my sister doesn’t feel sorry for seniors, someone always does.”

This kind of speech can be said to be extremely kind to Bai Weiwei's ears. She was just bitten by a fish in her fish pond today by her first partner, and she left a loyal dog as a spare. It was a moment of shortness of breath, and he couldn't even hold back the mask he usually carefully decorated.

She sneered:

"I said, why are you so good at it, Gu He, what right do you have to say about me?"

"Ok?"

Gu He spread his hands innocently: "What's wrong with me?"

"Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking. The smell of tea is about to overflow. My sister has eaten more salt than you have eaten. Are you dissatisfied with your partner and want to hook up with Fu Yao? Let me tell you, Fu Haruka is my dog, you..."

Bai Weiwei choked before she finished speaking, because she saw Fu Yao walking up from the corner of the stairs expressionlessly, without even giving him a look.

Bai Weiwei looked at Fu Yao and then at Gu He, as if he understood something, he laughed out of breath:

"You did it on purpose? You called me here on purpose?"

Gu He smiled sweetly, and his tone was very innocent:

"What did my sister say, how did I know that the senior would pass by here? And, did I say anything, didn't these words all come from my sister's mouth?"

What Gu He said was correct, but the more this happened, the more Bai Weiwei became mad.

This was originally the tactic she was best at using to deal with others, and it was tried and tested, but now that the roles were reversed, she was almost suffocated to death.

Bai Weiwei was about to be driven crazy, and in the next second, her brain became hot, and she suddenly stepped forward without warning and pushed Gu He.

Gu He was standing on the edge of the stairs, and at this moment he was pushed back by her.He slipped, missed the handrail of the stairs, and was about to fall down the stairs. Fortunately, Fu Yao reacted quickly and ran up to support Gu He before he fell.

Gu He was still in shock, his hands trembling a little.

He grabbed the armrest to stand firm, and then he heard his always gentle and easy-going senior express anger for the first time:

"Bai Weiwei, what are you doing? I thought you just liked to play, but now, do you know what you were doing just now?"

"I..." Bai Weiwei regretted immediately after pushing the person out, she was also frightened, and stammered:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry bro..."

Fu Yao closed his eyes and pointed to the door:

"roll."

Bai Weiwei's eyes widened in disbelief. She never thought that Fu Yao would talk to her like this one day:

"Fu Yao, what did you say?"

Fu Yao didn't want to entangle with her anymore, so he pulled Gu He away from this right and wrong place.

Bai Weiwei stood there for a while, probably feeling that he was humiliating himself, so he slapped the handrail hard, and trotted away.

After returning to the studio, Fu Yao was unusually silent. Gu He glanced at him and realized that his behavior might be a bit inappropriate, so he apologized to Fu Yao:

"I'm sorry senior, did I meddle in my own business?"

Fu Yao froze for a moment, then smiled at him:

"It's okay, Xiaohe, I still have to thank you, otherwise, I might not be able to bear the heart to break it."

After all, Fu Yao seemed to feel that he had been humiliated, so he lowered his head and covered his face:

"You have to hear it with your own ears to be completely disappointed. I'm too in love with my brain."

"It's okay, it's okay, just stop the loss in time, senior, you deserve better people."

Gu He patted him on the shoulder like coaxing a child.

Just at this time, Qi Wen walked in from the door with his hands behind his back, and was surprised to see these two people in the studio:

"Yo, they're all here? Just now, a girl ran out here and she cried angrily. Tell me, whose girlfriend is it? Let's get rid of Xiao Gu first."

Fu Yao shook his head, he was much more relaxed than before:

"Not anymore."

Qi Wen pursed his lips and nodded.He wandered around the studio, came behind Fu Yao, looked at the first draft on his drawing board, and sized it up for a while:

"Not bad, not bad, really good. If you lose love, you have to turn grief and anger into motivation, you know that?"

After finishing speaking, he swayed behind Gu He again.

Gu He's drawing paper was still the same messy lines as before, Qi Wen took out his glasses from his pocket, took a closer look, and finally came up with a sentence:

"Are you the descendant of Picasso?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-07-19?11:02:12~2021-07-20?03:37:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: British style? 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!