Chapter 24: You paint and I write poetry

Chapter 24: You paint and I write poetry

    Ruan Qingmu looked at the words and smiled.

    Tang Tiantian was comforting Niu Xiaoqing in a low voice, when he looked up, he saw Ruan Qingmu for some reason, and he appeared.

    With a stroke of his hand, the half-finished picture on the blackboard was smeared by him, and the colorful paints were mixed together.

    "Ah! What are you doing!" She screamed and reached out to stop her, but Ruan Qingmu was very fast, and she wiped the picture into a cat with a colorful face.

     Ruan Qingmu flashed lightly and avoided.

    He looked at the biscuits on the table and frowned: "Okay, don't forget to eat and sleep, go to the cafeteria to eat something."

    The two girls were stupid: "What, what?"

    Ruan Qingmu casually grabbed the paintbrush and tried it on the paint tray on the side: "Be obedient, go to dinner. After eating, go to play and come back in two hours."

    Niu Xiaoqing looked at him blankly: "You...you know??"

     Ruan Qingmu said leisurely: "No, I will never be uglier than you."

    Tang Tiantian: "…"

    Soon, how can it sound so uncomfortable!

    The classroom is empty.

     Ruan Qingmu took a soft-bristled paint pen, tried a few strokes on the blackboard, and wiped it off.

    It can't be compared to the stroke of a brush, but you can generally find the feeling of hanging your wrist. After a few tries, the strength and tactile feeling have points.

    Adjusting the color in the palette, he thought for a while, and began to write stroke by stroke.

    There are not many students in the school, and the teaching building is quiet. The noon sun shone in, reflecting Ruan Qingmu's wrist, which was as white as jade.

    Qin Yuan stood there silently at the front door of the classroom, watching him paint with a brush, his eyes darkened.

     Ruan Qingmu painted for a long time, and finally felt a little sore in her arms.

    He put down the pen, swung his arms in the air, and expanded his chest a few times.

     Taking a few steps back, he stared at the screen and was stunned for a while.

    The face is still missing, and the eyebrows are blank.

    "You really know how to draw?" A voice sounded from behind.

    Ruan Qingmu suddenly turned her head, looked at Qin Yuan behind her, and suddenly smiled.

    The smile changed from faint to wanton, and for a moment, his eyes were vivid, as if he had seen the rarest thing.

    "Of course. I told you a long time ago, and I know a little about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." With a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and pressed Qin Yuan to the seat in the back row. "Come on, sit down and borrow it."

    He froze and finally sat down.

    Then with a cold face, he lowered his head and started to touch the phone.

    "Uncle Yan, go back first, don't wait for me, there is something going on at school."

    As soon as the message was sent out, Ruan Qingmu had already called out, "Hey, don't move, classmate Shao Xia."

    He stretched out his hand unceremoniously, raised Qin Yuan's chin, and looked left and right with satisfaction, "Well, this is the angle."

    He raised his eyes silently and glanced at Ruan Qingmu who was close at hand, his neck stiff and straight.

    "Good." Ruan Qingmu boasted casually and picked up the brush with a smile.

    At the front door of the classroom, Niu Xiaoqing and Tang Tiantian stood there quietly, wanting to step in, but hesitated and stopped.

    Looking at it for a while, Niu Xiaoqing tugged at the corner of her friend's shirt, the two of them stood on tiptoe and stepped back.

    Standing in the corridor, Niu Xiaoqing stuttered in shock: "Ah, ah, that was painted by Ruan Qingmu??"

    Tang Tiantian was a little dazed: "Yeah, isn't he still painting?"

    "It's amazing! Then what is the leader of Qin doing?"

    Tang Tiantian's expression became even more dazed: "It seems that he is acting as his model? Ruan Qingmu is drawing on his face?"

    "Yes, it must be! I also heard him praise Qin Yuan for being good!"

    In the classroom, the teenager who was sitting upright seemed to be moving, Ruan Qingmu immediately reassured: "Wait a moment, just two minutes."

    He stared at the face in front of him, his eyes were a little dazed, and it took a long time before he made a light stroke.

    Oh, I used to fight in the dark as soon as I met, and there was no chance, so I kept watching.

    Outside, Niu Xiaoqing poked her head: "It's two minutes, right?"

    Tang Tiantian nodded: "Well, it means that the painting is serious!"

    The two girls watched quietly for a long time, and Niu Xiaoqing suddenly asked again, "Our sports committee doesn't like to laugh, right?"

    Tang Tiantian pursed his lips: "It's okay, sometimes I laugh."

    A sneer, a sneer is a laugh...

    Niu Xiaoqing was a little dazed: "But why did he smile so sweetly to Mr. Qin?"

    …

    In the classroom, the cold and handsome boy sat motionless. Beside him, Ruan Qingmu held a paintbrush and looked down at him from time to time.

    After a long time, he finally put down the brush and let out a long sigh of relief.

    "Okay, thank you Qin Shaoxia." With a smile on his face, he looked at the picture with satisfaction, then looked at Qin Yuan again, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows proudly.

    Qin Yuan raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the blackboard silently, and did not speak for a long time.

    I don't know why, but there seems to be a feeling of deja vu, which makes my heart sour and a little sad,

     Ruan Qingmu dropped the paint pen: "How is it? Is my painting ok?"

    Qin Yuan stared at the two high-spirited youths with fluttering clothes on the screen, noncommittal: "Only paintings, no words?"

     Ruan Qingmu looked at him with a smile: "Your calligraphy looks good, why bother you?"

    Qin Yuan gave him a deep look: "Do you know?"

     Ruan Qingmu was stunned for a moment, then looked away casually: "I guessed it, didn't it?"

    Qin Yuan stopped talking. He quietly selected one of the pens in the pile and tried it on the scrap paper next to him.

    Ruan Qingmu immediately had a consonance, and sent the paint to the courier, pointing to the bright red color.

    Qin Yuan took a soft-bristled pen, dipped in some paint, and stood by the blackboard on the back wall of Class 9.

    Then picked up the pen and quickly wrote a few lines of words, in one go, the pen was long and snake.

    Ruan Qingmu stared at the words in a stunned manner, and suddenly burst into laughter.

    For a long time, he straightened up and sighed: "Senior monitor, how did you get such a high score in the Chinese test? You're not very good at writing limericks."

    Qin Yuan put down the pen slowly, and took a look at it himself. There seemed to be a smile on his face as cold as an iceberg.

    "Not only is it vulgar, but it's also very poor." Ruan Qingmu "tsk" a few times, then suddenly picked up a fine pen and added small characters on the scroll of the picture.

     Ruan Qingmu glanced at him: "The person reading the book is me, what about me?"

     Ruan Qingmu feigned anger, and suddenly grabbed the rag in his hand: "Don't touch my masterpiece!"

    …

    At the door of class 9, two girls saw Ruan Qingmu and Qin Yuan gone, so they quietly leaned in.

    "Quick, they're leaving!" Tang Tiantian pulled Niu Xiaoqing and ran to the back, "Look at the finished product!"

    The two stood in front of the blackboard, looking at the hearty painting, and then at the limerick, the whole person was stunned.

    Niu Xiaoqing rubbed her eyes: "This, this..."

    She suddenly grabbed Tang Tiantian's arm: "Pinch me, hurry!"

    Tang Tiantian stared blankly at the blackboard before whispering for a long time, "Xiaoqing, you said, can we take the first place in Monday's blackboard competition?"

    Niu Xiaoqing suddenly widened her eyes and approached the blackboard: "What is written on this album?"

    Tang Tiantian hurriedly moved up, and after seeing it clearly, the faces of the two girls turned red.

    Niu Xiaoqing was ruthless, picked up the rag, and wanted to wipe the teeny small script: "I don't know if I can take the first place. If you keep these words, then you must not!"

    Tang Tiantian hurriedly grabbed her: "Will it be bad if you wipe it directly? So—"

    She thought for a while, picked up her phone and took a few pictures, and then stood back on purpose to take a panoramic view, before she breathed a sigh of relief: "Wipe it now! After wiping, write again. one."

    …

    When Ruan Qingmu got home, it was just in time for dinner.

    Mu Wanli made a table full of dishes, and greeted everyone happily: "Come on, let's eat together!"

    There are only three people in "Blind Massage". Blind girl Xiaoyun and male technician Xiao Zheng both live here. Usually, when Ruan Qingmu lives on campus, the three of them eat together.

    Today, when her son came home from his first stay at school, Mu Wanli prepared twice as many dishes as usual, and was telling the two young people: "As usual, the place where you put a meat dish is two Plate, vegetarian dishes are also in the old place, soup is in the middle - don't serve the soup by yourself, I'll do it."

    After explaining to the two employees, she diligently added vegetables to Ruan Qingmu's bowl: "Come on, if you can't eat in the cafeteria, hurry up and make up for it for a week at a time."

     Ruan Qingmu obediently ate the food: "Well, it's delicious, the cafeteria is really bad, it's nutritious, but it doesn't taste good."

    By the way, I invited Qin Yuan out to eat Xiaolongbao, which cost 28 yuan!

    He checked the Internet, and it was really a fool. This steamed bun shop hidden in the back alley of Experiment No. 3 Middle School was actually a local Internet celebrity, and was listed in the "XX City" by some food bloggers It is no wonder that the boss dares to set prices like this, and the business is still good.

    Although I never worried about money in my last life, but now asking him to ask this mother for money, he really can't help himself.

    Do you want to think about how to make some money in the future? He thought casually as he stuffed braised pork into his mouth.

    "By the way, there are no guests today?" He looked at the empty massage room and said casually.

    Saturday, there are always a lot of old customers nearby. Usually, Xiao Zheng and Xiaoyun take turns to eat. It is rare to get together at a table today.

    Xiaoyun pursed her lips and smiled, but said nothing.

    When Xiao Zheng was about to speak, Mu Wanli quickly tapped on her chopsticks: "Cough! It's good to have fewer people. There are people all day long, so my back is sore and my legs hurt."

    Ruan Qingmu looked up at her, but said nothing.

    "Twilight, you read the book well, at the critical moment, the family must create a good environment for you!" Mu Wanli rolled up her sleeves, "From this semester onwards, our house is scheduled for Saturday and Sunday. Receive fewer people and be quiet!"

    After eating, Mu Wanli quickly picked up a lot of tableware and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

    Ruan Qingmu looked at the **** back and asked Xiao Zheng in a low voice, "What's the matter? My mother doesn't allow guests to come?"

    "Well, Sister Mu told a few regular customers yesterday that she will not be allowed to come on Saturday nights and Sundays in the future."

     Ruan Qingmu raised her eyebrows: "What is a regular customer? That lousy old man from Lao Li usually comes here?"

    That old-fashioned embryo who moves every day!

    Xiao Zheng smiled: "Isn't your mother afraid that you will hit people again?"

      He moved: "Actually, Old Li is pretty good."

     Ruan Qingmu raised her head suddenly: "What?"

    Xiaoyun's voice became even lower: "He...he didn't really do anything, I know it."

    Ruan Qingmu couldn't answer, he stood up depressed and walked to the kitchen.

    The very old residential buildings are old, the design is unreasonable, the kitchen is small and does not face the sun, the lights are turned on, and there is not enough light.

    Mu Wanli stood by the pool, brushing the tableware and pots and pans under the running water. Unlike the hands of ordinary women of this age, her hands were not only ageless, but also delicate and white. Appears very young.

    I do massages and back openings all the year round, soak my hands in creams and essential oils, although fatigue and tiredness are common things, but my skin is really good.

    "Mom, do you still have the hawthorn pot helmet from last time at home? The one you brought me last time, the pastry has hawthorn stuffing in it?"

    Mu Wanli turned her head in surprise: "Do you like it? I'll buy it for you tomorrow, at the pastry shop on the street."

     Ruan Qingmu nodded: "Well, my classmates like to eat."

    The last time I put a few on Qin Yuan's table, they were immediately put away. Ordinarily, he should like the taste of hawthorn like in his previous life?

    Mu Wanli was very happy: "Well, I'll bring you more."

    My son has changed a lot recently. It seems that he never had friends before, but now he can still remember to bring things to his classmates and learn to have a good relationship?

    "Also—you don't need to tell the guests not to come, I have no other intentions." Ruan Qingmu considered her words and said carefully, "I got angry last time, definitely not that we The family's business is not good."

    Mu Wanli's subordinates moved slowly: "You know, don't think about it!"

    Ruan Qingmu breathed a sigh of relief: "Xiao Zheng and Sister Yun are both relying on this salary. It would be bad not to ask them to work on weekends."

    Mu Wanli turned her head blankly and glanced at her son.

    In the past, this child would go into his house as soon as he got home. Seeing Xiao Zheng and Xiao Yun, they were also gloomy. Why did he take the initiative to think about others today?

     Ruan Qingmu stretched out her hand and helped her to turn down the flowing water a little: "As long as you don't call Lao Li that annoying, that's fine."

    Mu Wanli glanced at her son secretly, and hesitated for a while: "Actually... Old Li is not too bad."

    Ruan Qingmu's face turned cold: "Oh?"

    Mu Wanli sighed softly: "A man like Old Li, he's been single all his life, he's never married a wife, he's ugly, poor, and cowardly."

    She washed the dishes slowly: "You don't know about Xiaoyun's family. She has a dumb brother in the countryside - just such a relative, whoever leaves whoever , can't even live."

     Ruan Qingmu took a breath: "How could this be?"

    "Her mother was abducted and sold, she is disabled Not long after, he died." Mu Wanli said calmly, "Although there are relatives, no one wants to raise two more disabled children at once."

     Ruan Qingmu frowned and listened.

    Mu Wanli paused for a while: "siblings can't be separated from each other, and they can't point to relatives to support them for a lifetime. No way, she went out to work and wanted to save some money to give to her brother in the future. Go to a school for the deaf or something."

     Ruan Qingmu took the pile of dishes she washed, helped to control the water, bent down and put them in the cupboard: "Well, you have to go to school, you can read Braille and arithmetic. of."

    "Last time, my hometown suddenly called and said that her brother was hospitalized with acute myocarditis and asked for money. I just helped the whole store pay social security for the whole year in those days, and she knew that I had no money. Now, I'm sorry to ask me to borrow it, Xiao Zheng collected some, but it's still not enough."

     Ruan Qingmu listened quietly. The original owner of that body had never paid attention to these things before, and he didn't know it.

      , I don't know if he can really understand.

    "They don't call me writing an IOU, and I don't have any requirements." Mu Wanli smiled, her usual saucy brows showing a bit of disappointment, "I'm just an old bachelor, so I just touch a leg secretly. What, borrowing this money, no one thinks of anything else."

    Seeing that her son didn't show any disgust, she finally gave it up: "Xiaoyun dare not ask, ask how to repay, Old Li is still in a hurry, saying that he is not a beast, this is What do you want in return?"

    Ruan Qingmu was silent for a while, and finally sighed.

    He looked at Mu Wanli with a gentle expression: "I understand, Mom."

    He thought about it for a while, and then asked in a low voice: "Mom, the one with the flower arms, do you like him or not?"

      I, I still don't like him."

    Ruan Qingmu didn't hide, she suffered a brain break: "Okay, then I can rest assured, next time he comes, I will fight once every time I see him."

    Mu Wanli was angry and anxious: "Don't make trouble, they are guests!"

    Ruan Qingmu looked at her with a smile and whispered, "Mom."

    Mu Wanli looked at him helplessly: "What's wrong?"

    "If you find someone you can trust and like, you should get married." Ruan Qingmu stretched out her hand and helped her mother put a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'll be eighteen soon. I'm old, I won't object."

    Mu Wanli stared blankly at her unfamiliar son, her eyes suddenly red.

    She lowered her head in disguise, and wiped the kitchen countertop silently. After a long time, he scolded rudely: "What **** are you talking about. If your dead father hears it, he must not jump out of the urn and slap you!"

     Ruan Qingmu turned around with a smile, and waved her hand behind her: "It's okay if you don't want to marry, I'll support you for the rest of your life."