Sheng Chong Second Marriage

Chapter 86
In the evening, after Lan Song took a shower, wrapped in a nightgown and carrying the fragrance of shower gel, he walked to the study room, where Song Yichen was squatting on the ground to pack his things.

"It's so late, I'll clean it up for you tomorrow." Lan Song leaned against the door frame and yawned.

"Go to bed first, these things are complicated, I will clean them up myself." Song Yichen got up and put a book similar to a sketchbook on the bookshelf.

"What kind of junk are these, so precious?" Lan Song walked into the room, squatting beside Song Yichen to look at the things in the box.

Song Yichen glanced at Lan Song with a smile, "I can draw some pictures when the company is on holiday and I have time."

Hearing that Lan Song lowered his head and remained motionless, and seeing Song Yichen sorting things out neatly one by one, Lan Song couldn't help feeling sad for a while.

"What are these?" Lan Song sat on the ground, pointed to the long tube in the box and asked, "Is it your painting?"

"Yeah." Song Yichen turned his head to look at Lan Song's question, and replied.

"Can I open it and have a look?" Lan Song didn't know why, but was inexplicably interested in Song Yichen's paintings.

"Open it yourself, be careful, don't break it." After finishing speaking, Song Yichen leaned forward and took the pillow on it with difficulty from the single sofa opposite, which was a little far away, "Don't sit directly on the floor, it's cold on the floor."

Lan Song took the pillow and stuffed it under his buttocks, never leaving his attention from the painting in front of him.

Most of these paintings are landscape paintings, and some are oil paintings.

"By the way, what about the painting you gave me earlier?"

Song Yichen's heart skipped a beat, but he pretended to be deaf and dumb, "Which one?"

"It's the one with mountains and clouds in the painting exhibition held at the Academy of Fine Arts last time." Lan Song explained a little anxiously, and she didn't believe that Song Yichen would not remember it.

"Oh, you don't want that painting?" Song Yichen replied with a smile.

"You don't get rewarded for nothing, not to mention that I didn't know you very well at that time..." Lan Song felt a little guilty, and it was not good to withdraw other people's kindness.

"So if you don't want it, I'll just throw it away." Song Yichen said without blushing and heartbeat, even if he was killed, he would not tell Lan Song that the painting had actually been sold by him, when he was raising money to buy a watch.

"Throw, throw away?!" Lan Song didn't expect Song Yichen to do it so directly, feeling disappointed and regretful, "Why throw it away, such a good painting..."

Seeing the disappointed look on Lan Song's face, Song Yichen didn't continue to tease her, but told the truth, "I lied to you."

"Huh?" Lan Song's eyes lit up feeling that things were turning around.

Song Yichen smiled helplessly, "I didn't throw it away, but I sold that painting."

Song Yichen's eyes looked serious, and Lan Song's heart sank in an instant.After getting along with Song Yichen for a long time, Lan Song found that when he was joking and talking nonsense, he was so serious that people couldn't tell whether it was true or not, but when he was serious, he could tell that things were at least [-]% true from his eyes.

Lan Song bowed his head silently, nine out of ten selling paintings need money, if she pursues it at this time, it will expose his scars.

"Anyway, I don't care, if you throw it away, sell it, or you hide it, you have to pay me for it." Lan Song pouted, playing a rogue.

Song Yichen looked at Lan Song for a while, and finally smiled dotingly, "Okay, I'll pay you a picture when I'm on vacation."

"I don't want the original one..."

"Then what do you want?"

"Draw... draw me!" Lan Song's smile showed a bit of shyness, but he still demanded stubbornly.

Song Yichen's gaze became focused and lingering at some point, and his voice was soft, "Okay, I will draw you when I draw you..."

Lan Song Piaohu opened his eyes to meet him, but raised his mouth in satisfaction. In order not to put himself at a disadvantage, he still said arrogantly, "It's not easy for me to bring these back for you today. I want you to take a picture of it." Painting, you don't suffer."

Seeing Lan Song's unreasonable and unforgiving appearance, Song Yichen continued to tidy up while laughing and said, "Well, it's not a disadvantage."

Knowing that Song Yichen was hurting her, Lan Song accepted all the orders, and yawned again, "I'm going to bed first, you pack up quickly and come to sleep."

"it is good."

After Lan Song left, Song Yichen opened the sketchbook just now, looking at the content inside, Song Yichen couldn't help laughing, the corners of his eyes were full of traces of happiness.

As the end of the year approaches, Song Yichen becomes even more busy, sometimes even unable to rush back to have dinner with Lan Song.Lan Song was used to being independent, so she didn't care about it, she was just worried about whether Song Yichen's body would be able to bear it.After receiving the message that Song Yichen was returning late, Lan Song could only tell him to eat early and drink more water.Everything has just begun, and he needs to be given time and space to adapt and work hard, but all she needs to do is to leave a light for him at home at night, and then wait for him to come back.

The twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is Friday, and Song Yichen has also started to enter the annual leave.That night, Song Yichen saw Lan Song laying on the bed with a pen, scribbling and drawing something on the notebook.

"what are you doing?"

Song Yichen lifted the quilt and was about to lie down, when Lan Song said dissatisfiedly, "Hurry up, the cold air is coming in."

Even though Lan Song urged, Song Yichen still lay down unhurriedly, turned his head and raised his eyebrows to see what Lan Song was doing.Realizing that someone was peeping, Lan Song immediately put the painting book on his chest, frowned, and ordered,
"Sleep with you, no peeking!"

Song Yichen nodded as if he understood clearly, arranged the quilt, and picked up the book on the bedside table to read.

Seeing that Song Yichen was honest, Lan Song held the drawing book and tilted it to the left to prevent Song Yichen from seeing it.Just when she thought she was fine, Song Yichen's voice came faintly,

"Well drawn."

Lan Song turned his head abruptly and stared at Song Yichen, who was in a state of forbearance that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

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