domesticated vicious dog

In the clear sky, Gu Mo stood on the balcony, looking through the neatly trimmed green plants in front of him, looking at the distant hilltops that were faintly glowing with golden light under the noon sun, silently listening to the voice from the phone.

After a long while, he said, "Very well, Uncle Luo, I can rest assured that you will handle the matter."

"Don't chase after the poor, even if he's not dead, he still has to peel off his skin... and hide in the alley?" The corner of the man's thin mouth curled up in a playful arc, "He still has injuries on his body, and the wild dogs came here smelling blood gone."

"Well, please don't tell Uncle Su about this, he is very busy recently."

"Thank you, Uncle Luo."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Mo picked up the thermos bucket on the table and went to the sink. After cleaning it carefully, he carefully wiped off the water droplets flowing down it with a paper towel, and finally put it into his black schoolbag.

This process is quiet and soothing, like a melodious classical movement.

There was always a vague smile on the corner of Gu Mo's mouth, and he remembered that at lunch just now, Su Deng complained that there were too few shallots in the fried rice cakes.

"A dish without green onions is a dead body without a soul."

Gu Mo nodded in agreement, and helped her pick out the fat from another bowl of potato fried meat.

"What about the coriander?"

Su Deng immediately showed disgust, and even leaned back a little with his body, "You don't like coriander, do you?"

Gu Mo paused and shook his head naturally.

Although the facts are quite different from his reaction.

"That's good. If I become the richest man in the world one day, I must ask someone to pull out all the coriander in the world and plant them with chives."

In his memory, the girl's angrily and earnest eyes focused on him, as if they belonged to the same camp. That appearance, no matter how many times he thought about it, Gu Mo felt like his heart had been smeared with honey, so sweet that his limbs and bones were all soft. stand up.

It's fine now.

She doesn't repel him, he can approach her.

Maybe it was true, he would always be her good brother.

Suddenly, a pair of hands covered his eyes, and immediately, a familiar old and elderly voice came from behind.

"Gu Mo, I don't see you in the studio these few days, I miss you very much as a teacher."

Gu Mo calmly grabbed the man's wrist and took her away from his cheek.

"Sister Yangyang, stop joking with me."

In an instant, the hoarse old man's voice changed into a sweet and pleasant girl's voice, "Ah, Xiao Mo saw through again."

Li Yangyang pursed his mouth, but there was a playful smile on his face.

Gu Mo still had no expression on his face, but in fact, she imitated it very much, basically exactly the same.

Although Tao Hongshan's niece is far behind her in painting, she has loved animation since she was a child, and likes to imitate the people in it.After growing up, although she didn't study systematically, she showed talent different from ordinary people in dubbing and language.

However, the reason why Gu Mo can easily see through it is because of a regrettable fact - since he was 12 years old and Tao Hongshan was his teacher until now, the old man who has achieved fame has never said anything like missing him. .

There is no doubt that Tao Hongshan treated him very well and taught him all he had learned throughout his life, but this man was as polite and restrained as a well-educated monk, and he never showed his emotions easily.Even what he usually said is like the hazy poetry in the 30s, people have to turn around what he said in their minds to understand.

Gu Mo didn't know what was going on, but he always respected him very much.

But until one day, when he discovered that his master, who is as elegant as Zhilan, was plagiarizing his own ideas in the studio, the image of a noble gentleman instantly fell from the cliff in Midnight's heart, and his head was broken and his body was smashed to pieces.

Even Gu Mo himself didn't know whether it was the hypocritical gentleman who was smashed to pieces, or the one who yearned to be him.

After taking a nap at noon, Gu Mo got up to practice painting as usual. Li Yangyang sat not far from him, holding a brush and learning in style.

This is Tao Hongshan's studio, where the two of them usually study painting. After growing up, Tao Hongshan no longer does their own painting as he did when he was a child, but he will also make appointments with them to come over and give pointers in person. The growth of the two.

This is the moment.

Gu Mo finished the painting early on, and while listening to Tao Hongshan's instructions, he silently made the final adjustments and perfections, while Li Yangyang who was beside him was busy adjusting and coloring, the shape was just finalized one second, and the next second the thick ink and colorful impasto will be seen again The highlights are gone.

Tao Hongshan looked at his niece who had rubbed his eyes several times, and asked with concern: "What's wrong, Yang Yang? Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

Li Yangyang nodded, "My eyes are a little dry. I have a problem. Uncle, I went to find some eye drops in my schoolbag. I should have brought them..."

"Hey, you sit down first." Tao Hongshan raised his hand to prevent her from getting up, and his eyes drifted to Gu Mo who had just put down his brush.

Gu Mo understood, he stood up, "Sister Yangyang, eye fatigue is not a trivial matter, you should close your eyes and rest for a while, I will help you find it."

After that, he got up and went out, closed the studio door, and walked to the living room.

Li Yangyang looked at the figure who disappeared at the door, feeling a little restless, "Uncle, he might not know where he is, I'd better go."

"Let him go." Tao Hongshan shook his head directly, rubbing her head and let her sit down, "Men, you just have to do more things, and you will cherish the hard-won things. What's more, he will become yours in the future." Husband, shouldn't I take more care of you now?"

"Uncle!" Li Yangyang widened his eyes, looked at the still quiet door, and then he was relieved, and glanced aside shyly.

living room.

Gu Mo opened the light yellow schoolbag lying on the sofa, and after bypassing a few books and a pile of cosmetics, he finally found a disposable row of eye drops in a mezzanine.

He tore off one and was about to put the rest back when suddenly, a familiar scent lingered into his nostrils. The taste was bitter in the front, and it crawled along the nasal cavity to the root of the tongue, suddenly exuding a trace of fresh fragrance. The coolness, gradually, the last burst of calm and thick mellow fragrance filled the whole brain like a thick accumulation.

The black eyebrows were locked, and Gu Mo turned to the mezzanine again, but there was nothing inside except for the row of eye drops he had just taken out.

Holding the soft fabric of the schoolbag tightly with fingertips, his deep eyes gradually turned to the side of the mezzanine, hidden on another small mezzanine in the corner, the slightly raised silk cloth seemed to quietly bury the secret loess.

3 minute later.

Gu Mo closed the studio door, and handed the water from the corner of his eyes to Li Yangyang.

Tao Hongshan was staring into the distance with his hands behind his back, when he saw him coming, he reminded with a smile: "Yangyang, your hand just touched the paint, and it would be unhygienic to touch your eyes again."

Li Yangyang was about to say that he was going to wash his hands, but Gu Mo rushed ahead of her, and said kindly: "Master, I'll wash my hands and give it to Sister Yangyang, anyway, I'm done painting." He turned his head, "Sister Yangyang, You rest for a while, and I'll be right there."