After rebirth, I became their Miss Painter

Accompanied by this creaking sound, a small figure stood at the door of the bedroom.

"elder sister."

Confusion, worry, and more of a small grievance.

Nan Lianxue, who was standing at the door, walked behind her sister.

"what is this?"

"It's nothing, please don't worry about it."

Nan Ruoshui turned her head and smiled softly at Xiao Lianxue: "I planned to call you later."

The rain outside the window stagnated.

Xiao Lianxue lay quietly behind her sister, then buried her head slightly.

"..."

"Sister, I think you should actually take a bath first."

"I know...Little Lianxue, you are so annoying." Nan Ruoshui blushed slightly, even though she was wearing an umbrella the whole time she went out just now, her clothes were inevitably wet.

And she was disgusted by her sister.

After the words fell, Nan Lianxue ran into the kitchen again.

Then Su Qing'er was pushed out of the kitchen by Nan Lianxue.

Two rooms, two bathrooms, both Su Qinger and Nan Ruoshui can take a hot bath first.

What should Su Qinger do if she has no clothes to change?

"Eh...?! Is it really possible?" Su Qinger blinked slightly while holding the pajamas in her hand.

Xiao Lianxue nodded: "Yes."

The clothes handed over to Su Qinger are the adult version of Nan Lianxue's pajamas, if given to Su Qinger to wear... at least roughly suitable for her figure.

After pushing both of them to take a bath, Xiao Lianxue returned to the living room and quietly looked at the small gift box on the table.

She finally realized what her sister and Su Qing'er were doing out.

Looking at the table, he turned his head to look at the kitchen.

Although she had guessed in her heart for a long time, when she really saw what her sister and the others bought back, a different color appeared in her heart.

He always said he didn't care, and looked like he didn't care about anything.

What a duplicity Lian Xue...

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So be it.

Xiao Lianxue yawned softly, then turned her head to look at her sister and Su Qing'er who had already changed their clothes not far away.

Seeing them busy in the kitchen, I always felt a little embarrassed, so I also went in to help.

But Su Qinger is different from her clumsy sister.

Not only superb cooking skills, but also ingenious and ingenious, and the power of women is MAX.

After a while, Su Qinger stuffed little Lianxue with a plate of fruit salad and asked her to play by herself.

Disliked...

Finally, around 01:30, lunch was ready.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, almond tofu, and a beautifully presented and steaming Qinggong Wanfu pork, as well as several light side dishes.

Picking up the bowl, Su Qing'er handed the chopsticks to Xiao Lianxue with a smile.

Putting the rice into a small bowl, Nan Lianxue found that Su Qinger's lunch seems to be better than most restaurants.

"thanks..."

She carefully picked up a piece of spare ribs and put it in her mouth. The sweet and sour sweetness mixed with the smell of meat diffused in her mouth.

"Wum."

delicious.

After eating a few mouthfuls and waiting for a while, Xiao Lianxue found that her sister and Su Qing'er were both playing with a beautifully wrapped gift box in their hands, and seemed to be hesitating when to give out the presents in their hands.

But it is obvious that this gift is for Nan Lianxue.

It's not a late gift, it's just because they want to give it, so I gave it, if there is any special meaning...?

——This gift is indeed different from ordinary gifts, of course... please don't think too much, there is no such thing as a small leather whip.

So could it be... use a precious gift to achieve Nan Lianxue's gratitude, and then directly reach a deeper transaction through gratitude...

So, this kind of thing has never even thought about it!

A while passed.

Su Qing'er thought for a while, and handed out the gift box in her hand.

"This is...?"

"A present, a ring."

"Eh?"

Su Qing'er's sudden words made Nan Lianxue stunned for a moment.

Nan Lianxue looked at the gift box in her hand, and then at Su Qing'er who propped her head and smiled.

He didn't hide the smile in his eyes.

——Does she want to see Xiao Lianxue's cute reaction?

Resentful and curious, Xiao Lianxue couldn't help but want to open the gift box to have a look, but of course she could see that Su Qinger was playing tricks on her.

To open, or not to open, that is the question.

"It's okay, you can open it." But Su Qing'er seemed to know what Xiao Lianxue was thinking, so she smiled directly.

what the hell...

blink.

Flutter flutter.

The gift wrapping paper that wrapped the small box was torn apart layer by layer, and a small box appeared in Nan Lianxue's eyes.

Pure white box.

Opening the box, a ring was revealed: a lavender one, with a light purple violet flower carved on the exquisitely carved ring.

Su Qing'er seemed to see the surprise and slight hesitation in Nan Lianxue's expression.

"Like it?"

Eternal violets represent consistent emotions. This is a ring representing friendship. Is there any other meaning besides this?

laugh.

Xiao Lianxue held the ring in her hand, then nodded lightly.

There was a slight weight of the ring in my hand, and I always felt... I could feel a burst of peace of mind even holding it in my hand.

The annoying sound of rain outside the window seemed to be much quieter now.

Su Qing'er picked up a piece of Wanfu meat from the bowl, and raised her hand in the air.

"Eat first, now, open your mouth."

"Wum."

Nan Lianxue opened her mouth, opened and closed her lips and teeth, and swallowed Wanfu Meat.

Rarely, Su Qing'er felt her heart skip a beat.

How strange...

With the deepening of the relationship between the two, Su Qing'er has gradually become somewhat confused whether she simply likes Lianxue...or—

But it is worth celebrating that their relationship got closer step by step until they became inseparable friends.

No matter whether she is relying on her or she likes it, Su Qing'er wants to spend more time with Lian Xue.

She thought so.

At this time, Nan Ruoshui handed Nan Lianxue her gift more directly:

A manga, a high-end digital pen.

Sister's gift...

"Sister...Although I'm glad you finally gave me something other than a gift card this time...But I don't read manga."

"That's not right."

Nan Ruoshui stretched out his hand and gently pressed Xiao Lianxue's head.

She looked down at her sister beside her.

"It's your own thing."

At this time, Xiao Lianxue didn't understand the meaning of her sister's words.

For her, both her sister and Su Qing'er gave her a different gift, which was different from all the gifts she had received so far.

Surprised, unexpected, but attached to this feeling, this is how Lian Xue feels now.

So much so that the lady's etiquette that she has always maintained has been unknowingly relaxed a lot.

Xiao Lianxue, who always stretched herself too tightly, needs to relax a bit, she needs to stop, stop and take a good rest.

So they gave Lianxue a small harbor.

Let her stop, like a small comma in life, stay for a while, and start again when you are fully prepared.

until the end of lunch.

......

Xiao Lianxue ran to the corner of the sofa with the manga in her arms, and opened the "her own" manga.

This manga really belonged to her.

Because it was painted by her two years later.

"It's a bit subtle..." Nan Lianxue muttered, blinking slightly.

Then, under the title page of the manga, a colorful illustration fell down.

"...?"

Nan Lianxue was stunned for a moment, then reached out and picked up the illustration.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but with this casual glance, she saw the characters on the illustration clearly: the first thing that caught her eyes was... Su Qinger, holding her skirt and stepping on something with disgust on her face. The angle... Fat times can be seen faintly!

Xiao Lianxue's face turned red suddenly, she shook her head left and right, and found that her sister and Su Qing'er didn't notice this side, so she quickly hid the illustration on this page.

"...I didn't draw it, why should I—"

Before she finished speaking, a fragment of memory seemed to flash in her mind, paper, pen, comics...

With this dazed effort, she turned to the last page of the manga in her hand two or three times.

There are two illustrations above.

One is my sister...the other one is a silver-haired girl.

Nan Lianxue put these illustrations together, her eyebrows slightly curved, and there was an extremely subtle doubt in her eyes.

"Is this... drawn by me?"

Compared with whether the picture is beautiful or not, she cares more about the characters in the painting, Su Qing'er, her sister, and a silver-haired girl she doesn't know...

And they're all shitty pictures.

At this moment, Su Qing'er came over: "Little Lianxue, what are you looking at?"