grandpa is not sick

Chapter 26
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Mo Shuhao stepped on a small bench and stood in front of the mirror. The big clean mirror reflected his figure in Winnie the Pooh pajamas. He lifted up his clothes to reveal his white and tender body. He poked his ribs with his fingers, and then There was a strange color in his eyes when he poked his round belly. A few days ago when he was in school, he suddenly felt pain all over his body, as if he had been beaten, but there was no scar on his body, and the doctor did not check it out. What's the problem, but he really felt it, it hurt so much.

In fact, this is not the first time this kind of feeling has been felt, because it is a premature baby who has been carefully cared for since he was a child, and he rarely gets sick since he was a child, but since he was a child, he will have some inexplicable feelings, most of which are pain, but It's not the pain he himself suffered, it's like... It's like in a far away place, there is someone who can make him feel a little bit, empathy, there seems to be a wonderful connection between them, so that although it hurts, but Mo Shuhao was looking forward to this feeling again, because it was so amazing.

After a while, he got off the small bench, opened the toilet lid to pee, and then clattered out in fluffy slippers.

Mo Chengfeng was crossing his legs on the table, playing a game with a tablet in his hand, Mo Shuhao walked over and sat beside him, "Mo Chengfeng, when are you going back to Hong Kong City?"

"Why?" Mo Cheng asked casually without raising his head.

"Father said he wants me to stay here and go to junior high school, and I'm only in the fourth grade!" Mo Shuhao pouted his mouth and folded his arms and said, looking like a big kid.

"You have the nerve to stay in elementary school and bully elementary school students with your intelligence? It's fine to stay here, I don't want to go back for the time being, those people are annoying to death."

"Then which school should I study in?" Mo Shuhao was thinking, would he go to a crappy school full of hooligans and be the king, or go to a school full of bullies and crush the crowd with his IQ?
Mo Chengfeng threw the phone to him directly, "Ask your dad."

Mo Shuhao complained while calling, "Why doesn't Dad live with us?"

"I think you're bothering me." Mo Cheng hit him without taking back the limelight.

Mo Shuhao gave Mo Chengfeng a hard look, and when the phone was picked up, he immediately said sweetly, "Dad, Mo Chengfeng asked me to ask you which school I went to in junior high school?"

Fu Yixun quickly gave the answer, Mo Shuhao directly took Mo Chengfeng's mobile phone to surf the Internet, and went to the province's third middle school...

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"So, we lost?" Chi Fei looked at Fu Qingliu with a dejected expression. Losing to Zhou Hai was the last thing he wanted. The two had known each other since college and had been competing since college. More wins and less, one of the times of winning is that Fu Qingliu chose Chi Fei to join Shili Gallery instead of Zhou Hai.

Fu Qingliu sat on the swivel chair with his feet crossed, slowly turning a pen in his hand, and kicked him when he heard this, "Next time you see him, you will jump up and beat him up. If you don't expect it, you will won."

Chi Fei didn't speak. He wanted to fight, but he didn't want to tear his face away with others. Fu Qingliu knew that most of the people in this society were actually people like Chi Fei. Fu Qingliu doesn't know if she is being kind or not. Anyway, she has been a very willful person since she was a child. It seems that she has not changed no matter whether she is in good times or bad times. The difference The reason is that she knows how to hide that bit of self-willedness under the seemingly calm surface.

But now, this lady who has always had willful factors has a rather willful idea taking shape in her mind, probably the persistence and madness that all artists have.A painter can sit in the same place every day for ten years and draw thousands of pictures of waves in order to draw the most beautiful piece of waves.Fu Qingliu is not sure if she will be that crazy, but now she really wants Fu Yixun to sit opposite her, honestly maintain the best demeanor, and let her draw a picture, even if it is just a sketch He is also good.

Maybe it's because she was hit by the repeated paintings that she was confident she could draw but failed in the end.

Fu Qingliu is a genius. Apart from being unable to bring her dead relatives back to life since she was a child, there is nothing she wants to do but cannot do. Therefore, she does not accept the result of failure. The process can fail countless times, but the final result must be successful.

"Fu Yixuan... Has the exhibition time of Fu Yixuan been confirmed?" Fu Qingliu asked Chi Fei.

Chi Fei looked at the promotional webpage of Blackstone Gallery on his notebook with a dejected expression. Very well, Zhou Hai was faster than a rabbit in doing things, and even the time was fixed.Just this weekend, it will last three days.

Fu Qingliu nodded, she will definitely go to the exhibition, but she doesn't know if she will meet Fu Yixuan.

There is still about a month before the students go on summer vacation. At this time, many students are busy with the high school entrance examination, college entrance examination, and graduation.

Fu Qingliu was sitting on a bench and leaning against the pear wood fence to feed the fish. The sun was lazily shining on her body, making her even more lazy. She felt like she was doing nothing. There were no guests in the gallery, and she wanted to draw. But there is no inspiration, and the ten-year-paying exhibition has not yet started. When people have nothing to do, they feel that the time is very long.

"Is it okay to be lazy as a manager so aboveboard?" There was a pleasant and slightly cold voice from behind.

Fu Qingliu turned her head when she heard the sound, and saw Fu Yixun who she was thinking of appeared in front of her eyes. He was still so neat, elegant and meticulous. The scarf hanging around his neck became black, and it was still golden with beautiful patterns. With all the attire and the beautiful curly hair, if it is placed on an ordinary handsome man, it will only make people feel infinitely flirtatious, but on this man, unexpectedly, there is no sense of flirtatious at all, on the contrary, it seems that he is born to be In this way, even a strand of hair is proud and expensive, and it has nothing to do with the slightest derogatory vulgar word.

Of course, it is precisely because of this that Fu Qingliu knows that no one is perfect in this world. For example, the perfect man in front of him who is like a work of art has a particularly neurotic personality. .

"So, guest, do you want to buy paintings?" Fu Qingliu asked lazily while sitting in the warm sunshine and smiling like a lazy cat.

Fu Yixun looked at the shining woman sitting in the sun, and it took a while before he said, "...I want to ask you for help."

(End of this chapter)