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Because there was no interruption from Lin Yizhou in the classroom, Fang Mushen played pure music while drawing, and from time to time replied to the messages that Feng Xinghao secretly sent him.Even so, he finished all the sketches that Zhao Xuefeng stipulated before noon.

Looking at the completely different characters in the paper industry, Fang Mu couldn't help feeling deeply: "Sure enough, Lin Yizhou is the root of all evil."

However, after drawing the dim sum shop in the classroom for so long, not to mention anything else, just smelling the smell - although it was made up by Fang Mushen himself, it is enough to torture the nerves of a foodie.

After exchanging information with Feng Xinghao, and confirming that Zhao Xuefeng is currently watching other students sketching outside, Fang Mushen left the classroom with his mobile phone in his pocket, and then successfully climbed over the not-so-high wall and slipped into the dim sum shop the door.

Because most people had left for lunch at the moment, there were not many people in front of the small shop.

Fang Mushen said, "Grandma, I want to buy some snacks!"

The old woman had just rested for a while, and was planning to let the guests wait for a while.But looking at the clean, well-behaved boy in front of him, before he could say no, he turned a corner: "What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm..." Fang Mu thought deeply for a while, and then answered, "What do you have here, mother-in-law? I want them all!"

Children only make choices, adults naturally have to do everything!Although Fang Mushen is not yet an adult, at least he is not a child anymore, at least his current pocket money is enough to buy pastries!

The old man seemed to be amused by Fang Mushen's tone, he walked to the side of the steamer and looked at the small refrigerator next to him: "There are also some animal steamed buns, a few pieces of pea yellow, chestnut cake, jujube paste , ox tongue cake or something."

Fang Mu swallowed deeply and asked, "Is there donkey rolling and fried milk cake?"

"Yes." The old woman said with a smile, "But the fried milk cake may have to wait a while, you can have it if you can."

"Yes!" Fang Mushen, who had no resistance to eating, blurted out.It was only when he finished speaking that he remembered Zhao Xuefeng who might come back at any time.

Fang Mushen hesitated for two seconds between the fried milk cake and the sketch, and finally decided to pay the money first: "Mother-in-law, wait a moment, I'll be back in a while!"

The old woman was a little at a loss, but thinking that he had paid the money, it was impossible not to come over soon, so she went to prepare the ingredients for the fried milk cake first.

Everything was ready, just as the old lady was serving milk cakes, Fang Mushen finally came back.

"Grandpa, do you have a small stool? Can you borrow it for me?"

Grandpa: "Yes, yes, just wait."

When the grandfather took out the stool, Fang Mushen put it in front of the booth, set up the sketchbook, and said to the old woman, "Grandma, start bombing."

"I thought what are you going to do? It turns out that you are going to get something for painting." The old woman couldn't help laughing and said, throwing the milk cake into the oil pan while laughing, "When the milk cake is fried, you Can you draw it well? Do you want me to blow up another copy at that time?"

Fang Mushen also replied with a smile: "It's a good painting. If my mother-in-law orders two copies, I won't give you the money for the second one."

"Okay, you want to give us the painting." The old man twitched his lips, deliberately putting on an extremely serious look.

Mu Shen, the buyer and seller, was naturally very happy to exchange a piece of sketching homework for a piece of fried milk cake, but he still hesitated when he thought of the forty or so homework pieces that had to be handed in.

However, when the old woman saw him hesitate, she thought it was because he was not happy, and immediately gave the old man a look: "How can I just give you the painting that he painted so hard? How much is a piece of fried milk cake for you?"

"How much is a painting worth? I earned the fried milk cake." Seeing that the old woman had misunderstood, Fang Mu immediately explained, "I was just thinking that before the teacher asked me to hand in my homework, I would have earned it." Can you let him eat two pieces of milk cake first, and then tell him that he ate the milk cake for homework."

The two old people were immediately amused when they heard Fang Mushen's words: "Then I'll give you two more, so that you won't have enough to eat later." The old man actually made two more milk cakes , put them carefully into the oil pan.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Fang Mushen's eyes lit up, as if he suddenly discovered something.Immediately, he was next to the old woman in the painting, who had already drawn the outline, added more shapes, and quickly drew the old woman's facial features.It's just that compared to the way he planned to draw just now, the old woman's eyebrows and eyes are curved when she writes, and the corners of her mouth are slightly raised.

After a sketch was finished, Fang Mushen couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

After the painting was finished, he took a photo and sent it to Zhao Xuefeng, while he left the original manuscript to the old man and the old woman.As for the fried milk cake that was exchanged for a painting, Fang Mushen secretly transferred the money to them when Fang Mushen returned.

Back in the classroom, Fang Mushen comfortably ate a large pile of pastries he just bought, leaned on the chair and looked at the sky, thinking about the scene just now.

Although the corners of the old woman's mouth were always raised, when the old man was protecting her and worried that she would be scalded by the splashing hot oil, her expression was unusually gentle.And the tenderness in the old man's eyes, even he who was on the side could see it.

Maybe this is happiness.

Fang Mu thought with a deep smile.

"What are you thinking? Smiling so happily?"

Just when Fang Mu was obsessed with the cakes and the sky, he suddenly heard Feng Xinghao's voice.

Feng Xinghao seemed to have thought of something suddenly, walked up to Fang Mushen at his fastest speed, and whispered: "Mushen, you are not thinking about Lin Yizhou, are you?"

"How is it possible!" The moment Fang Mu heard Lin Yizhou's name, Fang Mu didn't even think about rebutting directly.

After speaking, he shook his arms exaggeratedly, as if he was worried that something bad would happen if he got that name.

However, the more he behaved like this, the more Feng Xinghao didn't believe it.Feng Xinghao looked Fang Mushen up and down, and then gossiped: "I heard that you met Lin Yizhou yesterday? Do you think he came here specifically to find you? After all, Tongwu It's not too small, how can I run into you every day or two?"

After Feng Xinghao finished speaking, he saw Fang Mushen looking at him with a very disgusted look: "Come to find me specially? Forget it, as long as you meet him, nothing good will happen."

"for example!"

"For example..." Fang Mu thought deeply, "I didn't finish my painting yesterday, so I was asked to draw more than forty sketches today, does that count?"

Feng Xinghao originally wanted to answer "not counting", after all, today was the hottest day in the three days they were sketching.Being able to draw and sketch in the air-conditioned classroom is more comfortable than sketching under the sun.What's more, Fang Mushen even had some snacks!

It's just... Thinking about that number, Feng Xinghao finally gave in.

He nodded slowly, endured the humiliation and said, "Forget it."

Regarding this, Fang Mu gave him a deep look of "I'll just say it".

It's just that if Feng Xinghao gave up so soon, it wouldn't be him.After a while, he made a comeback and said again: "When we were sketching on the first day, we also met Lin Yizhou. Didn't something happen that time?" And we had ice cream."

"Then you were caught by Mr. Zhao, and he stared at the painting all afternoon, only to find out that he ran away at some point." Fang Mushen replied expressionlessly.

After being reminded like this, Feng Xinghao remembered all the things he had experienced two days ago. At that moment, he felt goosebumps all over his body, and he couldn't help shivering.

After a while, he said weakly, "At least we were fine when we sneaked out for supper the day before yesterday."

Fang Mushen returned him a loving look: "If it weren't for the supper that my roommate promised verbally to both of us, do you think we would still be able to come back alive?"

After listening, Feng Xinghao couldn't help but think about the time when the two of them sneaked out to eat supper.Then I deeply felt that as long as they brought them back, they would be both safe regardless of whether Lin Yizhou was among the people eating supper with them.

Thinking about it this way, Feng Xinghao suddenly felt that it might be a different kind of luck that he didn't see Lin Yizhou.He patted Fang Mushen's shoulder: "Brother, you are tired."

Fang Mushen, who has always had no conscience, nodded seriously, and then stretched out the pastry he just bought: "Would you like to eat it? I just bought it."

Otherwise, how do you say that things of a kind gather together and people are divided into groups?

The moment Fang Mushen handed it out, Feng Xinghao immediately put a piece of fried milk cake into his mouth: "Actually, just looking at the results so far, you have nothing to lose by meeting Lin Yizhou."

Hearing Feng Xinghao's sudden defection, Fang Mushen suddenly regretted giving Feng Xinghao the food.

However, Feng Xinghao didn't know this at all, and stretched out his paw again without self-knowledge: "It's delicious, where did you buy it? How much? Do you want to consider buying a copy for me in the afternoon, and I'll treat it as an after-dinner meal." Dessert."

Fang Mushen shook his head pretentiously: "How can this be measured by something as vulgar as money?" He raised the fried milk cake in his hand, "This! It's worth a sketch!"

Feng Xinghao twitched the corners of his mouth, and seriously thought about whether he wanted to draw a sketch.It's just that as soon as this idea came up, he was beaten back.

Feng Xinghao chewed, chewed, swallowed what was in his mouth, then cupped his hands and said, "Brother Fang is leaving, I suddenly remembered that I still have important things to do, so I will leave first."

After finishing speaking, Feng Xinghao took a piece of pea yellow from the bag in Fang Mushen's hand, stuffed it into his mouth very smoothly, and waved his sleeve without taking away a cloud.

Fang Mu looked down at the box, a piece of pea yellow was missing.At that moment, I really wanted to send a message to Zhao Xuefeng, to report that someone sneaked back to the classroom, but it turned out that it was just to eat the pastry I just bought.

The author says:

Feng Xinghao: You can't take the clouds away. What you can take away is food!

Fang Mushen: You can draw the rest of the sketches.Otherwise, I will report you to Teacher Zhao.

Feng Xinghao:? !

get out of class is over, and I will make a notice in advance. After the update on Thursday, I will stop for a week to save manuscripts and prepare for the new book list (otherwise I will update 2.5w a week, and I will die for you to see!)