June is our farewell song

Chapter 171 Qi Yu's Miserable Life

"Your father, he is really an eloquent, hospitable person..."

Gu Yuan gave Liu Qingsi a thumbs up, and said "admiration" from the bottom of his heart.

"Ha ha……"

Even an artificial intelligence without emotion could tell how forced Liu Qingsi was smiling at this moment.

But she quickly got out of this topic, Qing Si got a straight expression, walked to the desk, opened the middle cabinet, Gu Yuan was surprised again, there was actually a built-in refrigerator in the cabinet.Qing Si took out three cans of pineapple juice from it, and although she was full of reluctance, she slipped one of the bottles to Wen Jin's hand.

Speaking of pineapples, Gu Yuan only noticed that the elements of pineapples are overflowing in this room. Not only the ornaments on the desk, but also the pillows on the bed are all in the shape of pineapples.

Looking back, Liu Qingsi, who has always loved sweets, seems to have pineapple buns as her favorite dessert.

Seeing her walking this way, Gu Yuan subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch her, but she walked straight in front of him.

"that……"

"what?"

That's right, she took out three bottles, one for Wen Jin, one for Qi Yu, and one more...

It was for herself.

"Forget it……"

"If you want to drink, get it yourself." Qing Si stared at him with disgust, "What about the others? Chi Yu, what's going on?"

"I can't help it, she suddenly couldn't speak yesterday... As for Feng Ziqiu, he said 'something at home'..."

"Jiang Lu and Chen Ying also have family affairs." Qi Yu immediately added.

"Oh, so what?"

"So... so what?"

"Why didn't Chi Yu come here suddenly? Don't you know the reason?"

"No... I don't know, she didn't tell me..."

"Oh—really."

He was stared at again with disgust.

Gu Yuan didn't understand why she was so angry at all. From the first time she suggested this matter, Liu Qingsi's emotional change was like a face change in a Sichuan opera, faster than flipping through a book, sometimes bad and sometimes good.Mingming was very reluctant at first, but in a blink of an eye he readily agreed.After telling her that Chi Yu was coming, although he replied briskly, "Of course no problem", but when he parted, he was slapped heavily on the head by "General History of the World".

In the end, Chi Yu was absent, but she seemed even angrier?
The agreed group of eight suddenly turned into four people. Being a guest is really rude to the host, but it's not his fault alone, is it?Why only get angry at him and ignore Qi Yu?Why did Qi Yu get the expression "Welcome", but he got the six characters "Get out of here"?
"We can start after I convince this proud Miss Wen Jin."

By the way, I almost forgot about this.Gu Yuan followed the trend and looked at Wen Jin. This guy covered his mouth with one hand and seemed to be giggling. Hearing Qing Si's words, he immediately corrected his expression.

He was dressed in black from top to bottom, black short-sleeved black tights and black running shoes, and even his hair was as black as if it had just been soaked in ink.

Qing Si was the complete opposite, with a white nightdress, white socks, and white slippers, and her hair was slightly golden in the sun.

She opened the drawer at hand, and took out tools one by one, including charcoal pencils of different thicknesses and lengths, a row of pencils that were sharpened exactly as if they were copied and pasted, several oil brushes and watercolor brushes, and a piece that looked like The general palette on the surface of the moon, and finally the long cabinet below, which is filled with three layers of nearly sixty bottles of different paints.

"There's a lot of stationery for a scumbag. It's just a line, so I don't need so many things..." Drinking pineapple juice, pushing a draft, Wen Jin muttered softly.

Qing Si didn't even talk back, but just hooked up the thread on her own.

Originally, Gu Yuan thought that Liu Qingsi, who was specialized in literary creation, would be as illiterate as herself, but unexpectedly, when she held up the finished drawing in front of Wen Jin, even Wen Jin, who was always venomous, couldn't help it. nodded:
"Well, it's a good drawing."

"How is it? Can I participate?"

"Okay, let's get started~"

"Then I will draw the line with Xiaoyu together, and then we will scan it into the computer and divide the work to do the post-production."

"Okay!" Qi Yu immediately happily ran up to Qing Si's side.

"Yeah~ It's a very reasonable arrangement." Wen Jin also nodded in satisfaction.

Only Gu Yuan stood on the carpet at a loss.

The three formed a team while talking and laughing, and he suddenly became the extra one?
"Uh... so what am I going to do?"

"Sit on the bed, no, there is dust on your pants, don't dirty my bed. Forget it, you can lie down on the ground."

"...Since it's nothing for me, I'll leave first..." Gu Yuan walked towards the door of the room as he said.

"Whatever you want~" "No!"

Qi Yu and Liu Qingsi gave completely different answers in an instant. Although they had the support of their tablemates, Gu Yuan stopped immediately. After all, the landlord is obviously more authoritative.

"You stay on standby, and if any of us needs help, you'll be there."

"Okay... okay."

Gu Yuan looked at the pineapple pillow that was close at hand on the bed, thought about it, and sat cross-legged on the carpet.

It was agreed that there would be three women in one play, but Wen Jin, Qi Yu and Liu Qingsi, the three guys, reached an agreement faster than the establishment of diplomatic relations between the British and French alliances, and the division of labor was very efficient. Can't help at all.He was not allowed to leave, and he had nothing to do. He sat there idly, basking in the sun and almost fell asleep in a daze.

At this moment, his leg suddenly trembled, and he woke up instantly. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It turned out to be a message from Feng Ziqiu. The message was very short, only three English words, and a question mark:
"Are you ok?"

This guy...abandoned himself and ran away alone, or with a certain girl, and now he is pretending to send a message to greet him, really...

After thinking about it for a while, he sent back a message like this:
"Yes, but you're not."

"?"

"When you call me"

"?"

"I'm on speakerphone ^>^"

"?_?"

"We all heard that girl's voice ^_^"

"Qi Yu also heard?"

"Yes, you're screwed."

"Damn! This is a misunderstanding! It's broken... How did she react?"

"Emm, it turned out to be a misunderstanding~ It's a reaction. You can ask her yourself and you will know—in short, you can explain it to her slowly. I don't care about this matter."

Feng Ziqiu sent a picture of Tom sitting on the railroad tracks with red, swollen eyes and a loveless expression. Gu Yuan suppressed a smile and sent back a picture of Jerry standing in the night and saying goodbye with a white handkerchief.

"Hey, idiot, get me the cup, it's in my bag."

He was already used to Qi Yu's scorn, so he didn't say anything. He found the water glass from his bag and walked behind the girl.

As soon as he got close, his eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the paper under the hands of Wen Jin, who was serious about painting. The way of painting made Gu Yuan feel that his worldview had been severely cleaned by someone with a nuclear bomb.

"What are you looking at?"

His eyes never left the drawing paper, nor did he stop the paintbrush in his hand, but Wen Jin obviously sensed his gaze.

It's kind of scary... this guy...

"uh-huh."

Gu Yuan was still stuck in his own thoughts, the water glass he was holding was taken away in the blink of an eye, and then Qi Yu took a painless elbow on his lower abdomen.

"If you have nothing to do, go downstairs to the living room."

"Good good..."

Finally got the chance to slip away, Gu Yuan immediately nodded repeatedly.

"Hey, don't mess with things in the living room."

"I know, I know……"

"Go."

After Gu Yuan closed the door and walked out, Wen Jin, who never took his eyes off the drawing paper, suddenly laughed.

"You, what are you laughing at?" Qing Si looked at her.

"It's nothing, I just think it's fun."

"Fun?"

"Well—or rather, it's very interesting. Hey, don't get me wrong, in my eyes, everyone is just a bunch of images made of geometric figures."

"In my eyes, everyone is just a bunch of phenomena that can be expressed in words."

"Painting is the highest art!"

"Literature is it!"

"Xiao Yu." "Qi Yu."

"What do you think?"

"Ah...I...I think...it's all good, very good...hehehe..."

Qi Yu, who was sandwiched between the two, looked left and right, and suddenly he missed Gu Yuan who had just been let go.

"No, you have to choose one."

"Yes, one must be chosen."

In Qi Yu's imagination, it was raining heavily in the sky, the wind was howling, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, behind her was a scorching stove, and she was being roasted on the fire.

"Heaven, earth, God, please help me..."

(End of this chapter)