I was scumbag, he came to the door

The glasses covered most of his sharpness, even so Song Ci still didn't dare to look directly at him.

He pulled the quilt and moved silently to the corner of the bed.

"Blame me, I'll go buy it." After Song Ci finished speaking, he began to look at his clothes. Last night's battle was too fierce, and the short sleeves were torn to the naked eye. The shorts were barely wearable, but there was an unknown liquid on them.

Tang Shi got up slowly, looked down at Song Ci condescendingly, with a small smile in his eyes: "Didn't you say you're going to buy it?"

Song Ci continued to lie on the bed, coughed twice and pointed to the pile of clothes: "Naked|running will be arrested, in order to prevent you from going to the police to catch me, let's forget it."

"What's more," he changed his tone: "I can't go out, and I definitely won't run."

The implication was that Tang shi could go buy breakfast with peace of mind, and he appointed to stay at home obediently.

Tang shi didn't speak, turned and went into the cloakroom, and came out with a set of clothes in his hand.

"It's a bit big, let's make do with it."

Some clothes are fine. Song Ci didn't mind, he hurriedly put on Tang Shi's short sleeves and trousers, and then ran to the bathroom to wash up.

The moment Tang Shi lowered his head behind him, a slight smile flashed across his eyes.

In less than half a minute, screams came from the bathroom.

Then Song Ci rushed out regardless of the water on his cheeks, his fingers trembling with anger, he pointed at Tang Shi for a long while without saying a word.

"you you you,"

Song Ci couldn't describe his current mood. He was angry and ashamed. He wished he could strip himself naked immediately, and Tang Shi's face was better than the scene at this time.

The ghost knows how it feels when he looks in the mirror and finds that the person inside is wearing a school uniform of a high school student.

Ordinary blue and white short-sleeved sweatpants with stripes. When he wore them, he really thought it was just a set of sportswear. He only found the school badge on his chest when he looked in the mirror.

Tang Shi was in a great mood and snapped Song Ci's fingers back. After admiring Song Ci's appearance with great interest, he regretted again why he didn't meet this person in high school.

"We have a height difference, shoulder width and leg length difference too much, this set is the only one that's suitable." Tang Shi explained, showing that he didn't do it on purpose.

It's more hated if you say it than if you don't say it.

Song Ci stared at him stubbornly, the anger in his eyes almost turned into substance: "You mean, I'm not as tall as you were in high school?"

Tang Shi had already reached 182 in high school, and he was only seventeen or eighteen years old at that time, which is only 4 years younger than the current Song Ci.But Song Ci was 180 dead, and his skeleton was still slender than him.

If you really want to talk about it, Song Ci's figure is indeed smaller than Tang Shi's high school.

Song Ci continued to stare at death, and decided in his heart that if Tang Shi dared to nod, he would turn around and leave.

What perfect cannon|friend, is it okay if he doesn't want it?

Driven by the desire to survive, Tang Shi shook his head: "No, you are taller than me, and I was not as good as you at that time."

Hypocrisy makes people's heart flutter, and Song Ci feels better.

High school uniforms are school uniforms, some are better than nothing, it seems that next time you go out, remember to bring a change of clothes.

No, Song Ci immediately threw the thought out of his mind, how could he think about the next time.

When he came out after washing and tossing, there was a freshly baked breakfast on the dining table.

There are wontons and siu mai, as well as soy milk fritters, each serving is not big enough for the two of them.

Tang Shi took the initiative to help Song Ci solve his doubts: "I ordered takeaway."

Song Ci nodded without being polite to the other party, and sat down to enjoy the results.

After a full meal, his brain was also sober, and Song Ci asked about last night's make-up class while cleaning up the trash.

"How old is your niece? Nowadays, children like to go out to play during the holidays. Wouldn't it be good to rush to make up lessons for her?"

Tang Shi was sitting on the sofa at that time, made a pot of tea and watched Song Ci clean up the house with great interest.

One of them is in charge of buying food and the other is responsible for the aftermath. The perfect cooperation makes him feel like a husband and wife. This feeling is very comfortable.

"I'm in my third year of school, and I'm 20 years old."

Song Ci shook his hand and almost poured the soy milk dregs out.

He is only 22 years old this year, and now he is asked to make up lessons for a 20-year-old student, and that person is Tang Shi's niece. The relationship is so chaotic that it makes people desperate.

"Heh, she's already a junior. She failed the high mathematics course twice. I think she doesn't want to graduate."

Tang shi's tone was full of disgust.

Song Ci once again felt deep sympathy for this student he had never met.

Not for tuition fees, but for students not to be ridiculed by Tang Shi in the future, he also took on the job.

"You live a little far from their home, so you can move here for the convenience of making up lessons." Tang Shi confronted him with additional conditions, and showed off his house again.

"As you can see, the large area is well-decorated, and I live alone. You can build it however you want."

They are also young people, who are still renting a house and worry about the poor rent every month, and this person is worth tens of thousands at a young age, and he shows it off to him.

Song Ci rejected the prompt without hesitation and gave him a blank stare.

Before going out last night, Song Ci deliberately left food and drink, so he can go back later today without worrying about the cat at home.

During the day, Tang Shi had something to go out, and Song Ci, who seemed to have nothing to do, was taken away by him.

Today the two went to an art gallery.

This museum is very famous in Yancheng and even the whole country. Song Ci even heard about this museum from his classmates from the Academy of Fine Arts at the same school. The other party was proud of being able to work here after graduation.

"Shall we look at the painting?" Standing at the door, Song Ci sighed at the rather modern design.

Tang Shi still had a conscience and didn't let him go out in his high school uniform. Before going out, Song Ci received a set of men's loose black pants and a white crew neck shirt with the tags on.

After putting it on, standing next to Tang Shi in a formal suit, for a moment Song Ci felt that he was back when he just entered university.

The curator greeted him from a distance, Tang Shi shook his head: "Don't look at it, let's buy paintings."

"Cough, that."

Tang Shi said in an unnatural tone: "The three paintings you saw were bought by this art museum, and I plan to buy them back."

Gu Yuan was originally asked to tell the other party about this matter, but who knew that he paid double the price, and the curator would not sell it.

Those three paintings have different meanings. Tang Shi sold them out of anger at the time, but now he is reaping the consequences and planning to talk to others.

Song Ci's eyes fluttered and he said smoothly: "I don't need to pay for it?"

The scene where the two talked about the portrait fee last time is still vivid.

Tang Shi sneered: "Yes."

During the speech, the curator has already greeted him.

"Mr. ST, I've been waiting for a long time. This way please." Curator Wang greeted Tang Shi with a smile, and made a gesture of invitation.

Song Ci felt that he had been made an assistant by default. He touched his nose and didn't speak, just walked beside him obediently.

The two were taken to their office by the curator.

As soon as Song Ci entered the door, he saw the three particularly conspicuous paintings of the Tang Dynasty hanging on the wall.

The young people on the beach are in the center, and on both sides are the street view and the lake tour. The three paintings are obviously different in style, but they don't feel weird when put together. You can only think that these paintings are originally a series.

Thinking of this, Song Ci has a deep admiration for Tang Shisheng in his heart, he is indeed a big boss.

"Director Wang, I won't go around in circles with you either. You can make an offer for these three paintings. I'm going to buy them back."

Tang Shi said, "These paintings are my personal souvenirs. It's my fault that I didn't make it clear to Gu Yuan. He traded them without his knowledge."

At the critical moment, Gu Yuan was once again dragged out to take the blame. Tang Shi took advantage of the other party's absence and lied casually.

The secretary came over to serve tea to the two and stood aside, listening to their conversation.

The smile on curator Wang's chubby face remained undiminished: "It's not that I don't want to sell, the main reason is that our museum will hold an art exhibition next month, and the tickets have already been sold out. Many visitors came here for these three paintings. If If I sell it to you, I'm afraid we will lose our appointment."

For a long-term operation like an art museum, no-shows are a very important matter, which means that no one will buy their tickets next time.

In the Tang Dynasty, the number of paintings decreased in the past two years, and only one painting a year was not necessarily sent to the public for auction. They got three tickets at once, and all of them were sold out.

No wonder, Tang Shi rubbed his hand against the wall of the cup twice, thinking inwardly.

"It only said that there will be paintings, but it didn't say which painting it is."

Tang Shi chuckled: "I think purposeful paintings may be more popular with the public than random graffiti."

"What do you think, Director Wang?"

Curator Wang smiled: "If you can provide us with a series of paintings, that would be the best."

"We plan to hold a one-week painting exhibition with the theme of the ocean. If you can provide five paintings, I am willing to sell these three paintings to you at the original price."

It would cost money to exchange five for three, and Song Ci couldn't stand the black heart.

"I heard that the Yancheng Art Museum is famous for its paintings, but now it seems that the famous ones in the museum should be black-hearted."

Song Ci said bluntly: "Taking advantage of the danger, the lion opened his mouth and you took it all. If that's the case, why don't you grab it?"

Director Wang hadn't spoken yet, but the secretary spoke first.

"It's just an assistant. Do you have a place to speak here? Besides, you are the ones who backtracked, and you really think your paintings are so valuable. Who doesn't know the Tang family behind ST."

"Xiao Gao, shut up." Curator Wang called people back with a sullen face, then turned his head and explained to Tang Shi cheerfully.

"Sorry, Xiao Gaoxin doesn't know the rules."

Tang Shi sat on the sofa, his legs crossed and his head drooped slightly, which well covered the look in his eyes, and a chill spread from his whole body.

Song Ci rubbed the goose bumps on his arms.

"Curator Wang thinks so too?" Tang Shi said casually, but the chill in his eyes remained.

The other party's smile was stuck, and his head shook like a dice.

"Mr. ST, don't be angry. We all know that what the audience likes is your work, and it has nothing to do with your own family background or person."

Song Ci felt that it would be better not to say these words, and he wanted to cover up when he heard them.

The smile on Tang Shi's face widened, "What does what I like have anything to do with me? Since I have this condition, why don't I use it."

"And there are some people who don't have any conditions and have no ability, so they can only live on jealousy."

When he was speaking, his eyes swept over that Secretary Gao, and it was self-evident who this person was talking about.

"you."

Secretary Gao's chest trembled angrily, but he didn't dare to speak again because of the presence of the curator.

"Forget it." Song Ci pulled Tang Shi's arm.

"We don't buy it. The water spilled from the sold painting is worse than the new painting instead of taking it back."

"Let's talk about it." Song Ci's gaze swept across the paintings on the wall, and he suppressed the emotions in his eyes with a firm tone: "There is no essential difference between being seen by one person and being seen by N people."

The author has something to say: Tang Shi: I always feel that something is weird.

Song Ci: As long as I am shameless, I have nothing to fear.

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