domesticated vicious dog

Hearing this, Su Tanmo looked up from his busy business, frowned and asked, "Did Su Deng bully you again?" He looked at his absent-minded daughter beside him.

Gu Moru shook his head violently, and scratched his neck casually.

In an instant, under the rubbing of the fingernails, the originally bright red neck looked even more blood red, but it concealed the few pinch marks that could not be noticed by looking closely.

"No, I'm the one who attracts mosquitoes. Summer is here, it's always itchy, it's none of my sister's business."

As if he was afraid that Su Tanmo wouldn't believe it, he added: "My sister has been nice to me recently, and she was teaching me how to wire cables upstairs just now."

When Jiang Zhou stopped holding the chopsticks, laymen may not understand, but he has acquired a wide range of knowledge since he was a child. Line arrangement should be the basic skill for beginners in painting. For a genius like Gu Mo, does this still need to be taught?
This lie was too blunt. He secretly observed the two elders, but he didn't see any doubt on their faces.

Gu Shuhui seemed still not at ease, "When mom goes to the room to get medicine for you to apply, how could she catch herself like this."

"It's okay, Mom." Gu Mo smiled.

As he spoke, he put a spare rib into Su Deng's bowl, "Sister eats vegetables."

Su Deng ignored him, ate a few casually and went upstairs.

After a while, Gu Mo also said that he had finished eating, put down the bowl and walked into the kitchen.

Jiang Zhou also left the table by washing his hands.

He walked in, but saw Gu Mo cutting watermelon. His hands were dexterously flying up and down, picking out the fat and juicy flesh in the middle, and putting it on a plate. plate.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Zhou pointed to his neck, beckoning him.

Gu Mo, like a normal person, only politely asked him if he wanted to eat watermelon. After Jiang Zhou shook his head, he sealed the last fruit plate and put it in the refrigerator, only picked up the first fruit plate and walked out.

"I sent it to my sister. She likes to eat this after dinner. You can do whatever you want here."

Jiang Zhou watched his leaving back and stood there with deep eyes.

After a while, he followed.

He smiled at the two elders who were still eating at the dining table. The latter only thought that they were young people who liked to get together, and did not pay much attention to his behavior of following upstairs.

Jiang Zhou opened the door, and as expected, he saw Su Deng sitting on the bed, throwing a pillow at Gu Mo who was standing beside the bed.

"Get out!" She was emotional, as if she was not the same person who was eating quietly at the dinner table just now, "I told you to get out, can't you understand people's words?"

Gu Mo didn't hide, and let his head be smashed to the side.

Seeing his fleeting eyelids drooping, Jiang Zhou finally saw a trace of other emotions from his smiling mask.

He thought that he would not be sad.

"Ah Mo knows, sister, don't be angry."

Gu Mo turned around, saw Jiang Zhou, that gentle smile hung on the corner of his mouth again, this time, there was a hint of bitterness in it, as if to say, look, my sister doesn't seem to like the fruit I cut, she won't eat a bite of.

The two passed by.

After he left, Jiang Zhou cautiously closed the door again, and twisted the latch under the handle.

Su Deng hugged her knees, staring blankly at the easel on the balcony, and the wall in front of her had already been torn to pieces.

She suddenly felt a corner of her side sinking, and her cold fingertips were brought into a warm palm.

"Excessive anger can hurt yourself."

The fingertips lightly brushed across the nails, like a feather falling on the face.

Su Deng looked, and it turned out that the little nail of her left hand had cracked on one side at some time, and a dark red color close to black had solidified on it.

Maybe it was when she pinched Gu Mo's neck, or she just threw the pillow hard.

It was ugly and she couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Jiang Zhou avoided the wound and held her hand tightly, controlling the strength so that she would not feel uncomfortable.

"Can you tell me, what's going on with all this?"

Worried about trekking through mountains and rivers, passing through those watery eyes, it seems that she has seen through the girl in front of her.

"It's because of Gu Mo, right?"

It was Gu Mo, not Lin Yan.

When he entered the studio just now, Jiang Zhou had already sensed that something was wrong. When he came last time, there was a picture of a sunflower that had already been painted in the direction of the window sill. It was bright and full of vigor, which impressed him deeply.

Whether it is technique or coloring, they are all written by Su Deng, whom he is familiar with.

But this time, looking around in the studio, all the layered paintings are both physical and spiritual, and they are all natural, but it seems that he can't find any childish and innocent brushwork in his memory.

Jiang Zhou has known Su Deng since he was a child. He knows Su Deng's love for painting. She is so talented, and she will never allow anyone to compromise her pride in painting.

A paintbrush is as important as the life of Su Deng.

Su Deng opened his mouth and moved his lips, wanting to say something, but met Jiang Zhou's knowing eyes.

In an instant, she curled her mouth, got up and threw herself into his arms.

He knows it all, he understands it all.

Lin Yan was just an illusory and beautiful dream for her to escape from the cold family, and now it is broken, breaking the armor she worked so hard for in an instant, revealing the unbearable sadness inside.

"Father doesn't like me, he recruited Tao Hongshan to be Gu Mo's master, and even gave him my studio..."

"No one in this family likes me at all."

Jiang Zhou felt the girl in his arms trembling violently, and the hands around his neck tightened.
Just when the hot liquid fell on his shoulder, at that moment, his heart beat hard, as if he was crying along with her.

He patted her on the back, trying to comfort her with all his strength.

"It's okay, it's okay..." He repeated these words, as if he was chanting some prayer, and sincerely prayed to the god above his head to let him accept all her sorrow and suffering.

Su Deng finally calmed down.

The two separated.

Jiang Zhou carefully wiped away the tears on her cheeks with a tissue. The girl in front of her had eyes as red as a rabbit, and the corners of her mouth were still slightly puckered.

He heard his own soft voice.

"If you want to learn from a famous teacher, we will find a teacher who is better than Tao Hongshan. If there is no one in China, we will look for it abroad."

"If you want to have an independent studio, you can come to my house... No, let's rent one outside, rent one you like, and decorate it according to your ideas."

"If Uncle Su and the others don't like you, there's me..." Qingrun's gentle voice paused, what was undetectable in it was the young man's utmost forbearance and restraint, "and Cheng Xuexue, we will always be by your side."

Su Deng didn't seem to be much better because of these words. She shook her head, but what she said made Jiang Zhou's eyes widen.

"You don't know yet, I actually couldn't draw a long time ago."

"Why?" Jiang Zhou asked in astonishment.

Su Deng got out of bed and walked to the easel placed by the balcony, followed by Jiang Zhou, watching her pick up the paintbrush on it.

Afterwards, that slender hand, which was even shimmering in the setting sun, was as holy as an angel's judgment, trembling visibly with the naked eye.

With a "snap", the pen fell to the ground and rolled to Jiang Zhou's feet.

Since her mother left, she has been trembling slightly since the beginning, and now she can no longer hold a paintbrush.