Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

Ye Er had a good meal and asked the nurse to change the liquid bag. After confirming that everything was normal for her father, she pulled a stool for enyou and sat by the windowsill, "sit down."

"I don't sit. I like standing. Don't you remember that I used to like standing when I painted? " What's good about sitting? Sitting and looking up at her, she can always notice that if she sits and he stands, he can keep his head down, but she won't keep looking up

"Well, you remember when you first met you, you painted on Wutong street, and I still think you are a poor student."

"I have no money. I often have no money."

"Ha ha, yes, you swipe your card."

"Look what you said, you thought I was a poor student, and I didn't bother to explain."

"See, you can't bear to cheat ignorant young women's money." Ye Er sat on the stool and leaned on the windowsill with both hands. "Enyou, do you like painting so much? The conditions at home are so good that I didn't expect to go there to paint. There is a kind of person who is very happy and can do whatever he likes? Take your hobby as your hobby and your hobby as your career. Do whatever you want... "

Enyou said, "yes." But when he finished, his heart was a sigh. Who said he regarded his hobby as a hobby? Who says he can take his hobby as a career, who says he can do whatever he wants.

But I met her by chance at that time. She said she would pick up the painting the next day. She said she would introduce the business to him another day. She also said she would look for him to draw a portrait next time.

But she always gave him a deadline to stand there and wait.

But he was willing to wait because she said a word. Sometimes he couldn't see anyone for a month, and sometimes he could see it two or three times a week.

Sometimes I think he really likes painting.

Until she disappeared, I didn't know that he really liked her.

She asked him if you had ever encountered a dilemma where there was no way to go.

He said, no, no matter oneself or others, where there are feet, there is a way.

He remembered his determination and confidence at that time.

But now, he knew that there must be a way to the front of the mountain. It was all nonsense, because she always gave him no way to go. He had to stand where he was and wait for disappointment every day.

He even wanted to see her, but he had to find someone to check Jiang Zhao's itinerary and make sure he had entertainment. He racked his brains to think of such a way. He didn't hurt his grandfather or the kindness of the Jiang Qin family to the Xi family. He didn't know how long he could stick to it. He wanted to pass. If he liked a person, he liked it. If she was good, he would be happy. If she was good, he would be happy.

It's all written in the book.

But those books were not his life. When he watched her smile in front of other men, he didn't feel happy at all.

Grandpa said, enyou, just bear it. Grandpa believes you, just a woman, and will forget it.

He nodded with all his strength.

"In fact, I like traditional Chinese painting. I like brush calligraphy." He stretched out his hand on the edge of the window, looked at the darker and darker night outside, the brighter and brighter stars, the brighter and brighter neon, and spoke slowly.

All over the mountains and plains, she love to feel like this. She likes to feel like this. It seems that she has gone back to the past. There is a boy in his Wutong street, which is so bold and sunny. His voice always goes like that. Ding Dong Dong is like the spring in spring. He listens to it and feels relaxed and relaxed. He can imagine the spring flowers in the mountains and plains with his eyes closed. There is no pollution, only fresh air and light grass smell mixed with pleasant flower fragrance.

"I haven't seen you draw traditional Chinese paintings. You said you didn't grow up in China. How could you like such things?"

"In fact, I only liked it later. I liked traditional Chinese painting, starting with ancient poetry."

"..." Ye Er looked sideways at enyou. Enyou just looked down at her and smiled, "don't you think those words are well written? For example, "there are trees and branches in the mountain, and you don't know when you are happy with you", such as "I am a bandit and stone in my heart, and I can't turn around", such as "I want to be a person with one heart, and I don't leave my white head"... Are these words and sentences written with a brush particularly beautiful? "

Enyou's eyes are as clean as a pool of water. At this time, it's even more misty. It's not charming. Ye Er looks at him and listens to these sentences. He only feels a slight sore throat and wants to swallow hard. Obviously, they are all words expressing feelings and heart. Why does each sentence sound so sad? Jiang Zhao always said that it was terrible that she had no culture, but she also knew the bitterness.

"Enyou, it turns out that your bookish anger is nurtured by these things. Young and small, don't be so sad and you will get depression. Many ancient Chinese poets and poets had better die of depression, because they are always so sleepy and so sleepy."

"I'm young. Aren't you younger than me? You're married. What's the point of talking about me? Am I older than you? " Men may not like to be called young in essence, no matter how old they are, especially the women they like.

"But women are more precocious than men, which is scientifically based. Generally speaking, men in their twenties and sixties have the same maturity as women in their twenties. How many months older are you? Really, if you count the psychological age, you are really younger than me. "

Enyou "hum" and said, "you talk nonsense!"

Ye Er opened her eyes innocently, "where do I have? Is this the truth? "

Enyou was speechless with anger by Ye Er for the first time. She thought he was young? She thinks he's not mature enough? Do you have to be as old as Jiang Zhao to mature“ You said it was psychological age. Am I naive? "

"No." Ye Er shook his head directly.

"Am I jumping around like a little boy all day?"

"No." Ye Er continues to shake his head.

"Do I pick up girls every day like those children don't play enough?"

"No." Ye Er just shook half and felt that he should not answer this question, "I don't know. I have to ask an an before I know."

Enyou really can't go on. Besides, he will be made an idiot by this idiot, "Ye Er, did many boys like you at school?"

"There are some, but I like them. Later I became brothers with me."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not a woman, people like my friend in the end. ha-ha. I'm the kind of person who is often cheated. " Ye Er thinks she learned to be soft in the past two years. She used to be a real woman. No wonder no man likes it.

"Are your friends more lovely than you?"

"Of course not. They're just a little more insidious than me. I'm too shameful. I think it's immoral to rob other people's suitors." Ye'er touched his face and sighed. Yun ye'er, your face is really thin. It's as thin as garlic film. It's broken when you touch it.