Chapter 1457: The bullied she and the autistic male **** 23
"There are seven hardships in life: birth, old age, illness, death, resentment, separation of love, and inability to ask for it. The warlord knew that sooner or later he would lose it, but he was still reluctant to let it go. But his strong, brave and kind lover remained under the shadow of death. Be optimistic and cherish every moment you spend together..."
"The target character's favorability is +30, and the current favorability is 80."
The friendship between the two instantly climbed to 80, and Shu Ange's low tone became a little high-pitched.
"Senior Ju, do you believe in the past and present? The warlord once made a lifetime promise at the grave of his lover. He promised that no matter where she was, he would find her, meet her and love her."
"believe."
Ju Yongzhen's belief made Shu Ange feel infinite sweetness in her heart.
The car stopped at the gate of the community, and Shu Ange got out of the car with his schoolbag on his back, attracting countless curious eyes.
She just took two steps when a whirlwind-like figure rushed over in a hurry.
"Damn girl, go home with me."
Song Hongxia saw her daughter get out of the luxury car with her own eyes, and when she thought about the gossip she heard before, her lips trembled with anger.
She pulled Shu Ange's arm and walked into the community with her head lowered.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? Don't pull your hand too tightly, it hurts."
Song Hongxia loosened her hands, and when she looked up at Shu Ange, her eyes were red with two packs of tears.
"How dare you ask me, do you know how bad it is in the community now?"
"Pause."
Seeing the scene outside, Ju Yongzhen frowned slightly, asked the driver to stop the car, opened the door and walked out.
He was wearing a school uniform and looked gentle and handsome. At first glance, he looked like a good student.
"Auntie, I'm Shi Xiaorou's friend. I invited her to my house after school, so I came back a little late, please forgive me."
Ju Yongzhen said such a long speech for the first time in history. After seeing his handsome appearance, the people who watched the lively discussion became even more powerful.
"Are you Xiaorou's friend?"
Song Hongxia let go of her hand suspiciously, and turned her eyes on Ju Yongzhen's school uniform a few times.
If the two were friends, the rumor that their daughter was being raised by a middle-aged man would be nonsense.
Moreover, the young student in front of him looks good, and he is also polite. At first glance, he is not a bad boy.
"Mom, Senior Ju is a very good friend of mine. He draws very well. I've been learning to draw with him recently. I also visited his house as a guest on my rest day."
After finding out that she had wronged her daughter, Song Hongxia felt a little embarrassed. In order to make up for her fault, she warmly invited Ju Yongzhen.
"Since it's Xiaorou's friend, let's go upstairs and sit down. My family's Xiaorou is too quiet, and rarely have friends come to the house as guests."
"Mom, Senior Ju doesn't really like-"
"Okay, thank you auntie."
Shu Ange looked at Ju Yongzhen in surprise and blinked, unable to believe that the words came out of his mouth.
It was not until Ju Yongzhen followed him upstairs that Shu Ange realized that he was really going to be a guest at her house.
Song Hongxia was very happy. She looked fierce, but she was actually very simple. I couldn't see the brand of the car either, I just thought Ju Yongzhen was an ordinary student.
The three of them walked in the narrow and dark corridor, Song Hongxia enthusiastically followed Ju Yongzhen to stay home.
Although his attitude is not warm, but also polite. Shu Ange tried his best to round the field, lest Song Hongxia drag Ju Yongzhen to talk too much, and he felt uncomfortable and embarrassed to mention it.
Shi Xiaorou's house was smaller than Ju Yongzhen imagined, and his cloakroom was bigger than the entire house she lived in.
Inexplicably, Ju Yongzhen felt a bit of pity in her heart. Compared with Shu Ange, she brought it home and raised it well.
She shouldn't live such a hard life, he seemed to have a voice as light as a feather in his heart, whispering softly in his ear.
Song Hongxia warmly took out fruit to entertain the two of them, but she did not get the approval of her daughter, nor did she ask Ju Yongzhen to sit in the house.
After sitting in the living room for a while, Shu Ange was afraid that Ju Yongzhen would be bored, so he took the initiative to hear: "Want to come to my house to see? It's just a little messy and the place is relatively small."
"Okay, let's see."
Ju Yongzhen almost seemed to have changed a person, and she was too good to talk.
Shu Ange stared at him for a while, wondering if it was because she helped him solve the mystery of his past life that had plagued him for many years.
He broke free from his previous life and finally became human.
Song Hongxia was busy in the kitchen, and didn't care about the two children in the living room.
She didn't take the string that her daughter would fall in love with her at all, and she suspected that her daughter was being cared for before. It was also because the girl suddenly became rich, and there was a lot of uproar in the community, which made her suspicious.
To sum up, in fact, Song Hongxia's education is not high, and her brain is a bit single-celled, and she belongs to a single-celled creature that is easily shaken by others.
"This is the book I usually read, this is my notebook, this is—my sketchbook."
Shu Ange pointed to the stack of books on the bedside, and said with a smile, "I have already drawn three or four books before I knew it. Would you like to see it, Senior Ju? The drawings are not good-looking, most of them are black and white sketches, and occasionally I will draw two. Color pencil drawing."
Ju Yongzhen replaced the answer with practical actions. He picked up Shu Ange's sketchbook and opened it, and found that the first painting was the scene of him drawing seriously in the park.
"You drew me specially?"
"Yes, the way you paint is very focused and artistic."
Ju Yongzhen continued to scroll, and after reading many daily sketches, he saw his portrait again.
In the painting, he walks through the crowd doing exercises, as cold as a crane, as if he is out of the picture.
"Do you remember this painting, Senior Ju, it's the scene where you walked through the crowd with your easel on your back. By the way, there's also this painting, you must see it."
Shu Ange picked up another album and quickly turned to one of the pages.
In the interweaving light and shadow, the boy drooping his eyelashes slightly, playing the piano with his slender fingers, the flowing picture brings people a strong visual enjoyment.
"How is it? I drew it very similar. I drew it from memory after I went back."
Shu Ange smugly asked for the credit, and Ju Yongzhen flipped through the albums one by one, and there was more about him in it than he thought.
The recent albums are full of paintings full of the style of the Republic of China, as well as close-ups of the men and women in his dreams.
"The painting is very good. Can I take it home and taste it carefully?"
"No problem, it's just for graffiti. It's not worth the high evaluation of appreciation."
Ju Yongzhen put away Shu An's songs and paintings, and outside Song Hongxia warmly called the two out for dinner.
"Want to dine at my house? The food may be a bit shabby, but it's absolutely clean."
Ju Yongzhen did not refuse, his obedience gave Shu Ange the illusion that the two were in love.
After eating, Ju Yongzhen said goodbye and left, and Song Hongxia took him to the entrance of the corridor with her daughter enthusiastically.
"Xiaoju, I will come to play at home in the future. My Xiaorou likes friends to come to the house."
"Okay, thank you auntie."