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Chapter 152 Found the answer

That day, Cheng Mu left without saying a word, his straight back full of unruly temperament.

The days have returned to calm.

Cheng Qi never appeared again since that day.

Xia Yin ran her company very well and rarely went home.

Mr. Cheng was playing chess and drinking tea in his old house, leisurely and at ease.

Life is back on track, and everyone is playing their role with all their heart.

When Cheng Mu entered high school, he got into a few fights out of boredom and was dubbed the boss.

He still draws more than a dozen pictures every day. After all, some habits are difficult to break once formed since childhood.

Of course, his ultimate goal is still to win the Golden Wind Award.

But no one knew his ambition. After all, in the eyes of everyone, he was just a bad student who had no knowledge and skills and was prone to fighting.

Ye Weiguo was the first to discover Cheng Mu's talent and often encouraged him to participate in competitions.

When Cheng Mu easily won the design competitions of all sizes, everyone added another label to Cheng Mu: "He is very good at drawing."

Cheng Mu's drawings are indeed very impressive, but sometimes, when Ye Weiguo looks at his designs, he is amazed and then feels a little regretful.

"Cheng Mu, your architectural design drawings are very standard, very delicate, and can even be said to be perfect."

"But, I always felt like something was missing."

So what is missing?

Who the hell knows.

Cheng Mu looked at it for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he simply tore up the drawing and fell asleep with his head covered.

The next day is the beginning of the second year of high school.

The weather was very hot that day, and the crowded freshmen and private vehicles blocked the school gate.

Cheng Mu was too lazy to walk through the door, so he climbed over the wall and jumped in. As soon as he landed, he happened to meet Lin Yu who was returning books to the library.

"Give me the book and I'll return it for you."

Cheng Mu unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and stretched out his hand towards Lin Yu.

It was so hot today, and he was about to go in and use the air conditioner.

The young man walked up the steps of the library neatly, said hello to the administrator Lao Gao, and walked to the bookshelf.

He stretched out his hand and the gap between the books was instantly filled.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Cheng Mu's eyes moved slightly, and a slender figure appeared in his sight.

In the bookshelf in the front row, a girl's long hair is hanging loosely, her side face is slightly covered, and the white and tender neck exposed is eye-catching.

Cheng Mu looked away calmly, put one hand in his pocket and walked away. What he was thinking was: This guy has quite a personality sitting on the ground reading.

As soon as he returned to class, four or five boys gathered around him and asked him why he came so late.

Cheng Mu raised his eyelids, took out his mobile phone, played the game he had not finished last night, and chatted with them one after another.

The sun in the sky was burning too fiercely, and a wind blowing the fragrance of flowers blew in front of the window.

Cheng Mu suddenly felt sleepy and closed his eyes, and Ge Di had a thought in his heart that life was just like that.

Just at this time.

A soft and weak voice suddenly sounded.

"Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Nuanxing. Nice...to meet you."

Cheng Mu raised his eyes in response.

At that time, the light outside the glass window just refracted in, and the golden sunlight seemed to sway into pieces of gold and hide in the girl's eyes, which was incredibly beautiful.

The young man was startled for a moment.

A particularly incredible thought flashed through my mind.

At that moment, I was faced with the question of who I was painting for when I was young, and the question of what was missing from the perfect sketch.

He seemed to have found the answer.

"Oh, so your name is Jiang Nuanxing."

"My name is Cheng Mu. Please give me your advice for the rest of my life."

(End of this chapter)