Lin Yuyan felt that he was a little angry, and asked strangely: "We are just discussing issues, why are you losing your temper?"

Gu Yaoyang said, "When did I lose my temper?"

"You have." Lin Yuyan said, "Your voice is two degrees higher than usual."

"I……"

Gu Yaoyang didn't say anything, he took out his cigarette, and pulled Lin Yuyan out.

Lin Yuyan asked, "Where are you going?"

Gu Yaoyang said, "Let me show you the true face of your teacher."

After eleven o'clock in the evening, there was no one else on the street. The old man who played the piano had saved enough for tomorrow's medical bills, deposited the piano in a nearby store, and went back with his injured hand. The whole street was dark, except for the robbed bakery.

When this kind of thing happened, I organized a meeting for employees to be more vigilant, and it was understandable to get off work late, but there was no one in the store, and even the store manager who yelled at Cole not long ago did not know where to go.

Gu Yaoyang and Lin Yuyan stood across the road and waited for more than ten minutes, when he saw Mr. Zeng walking over again with a dog-like crutch.

Lin Yuyan blinked and asked innocently, "Is the teacher here to help Cole and apologize to the shopkeeper?"

Gu Yaoyang is indifferent: "How is it possible."

"That's..." Just as he was thinking, the shopkeeper who never appeared came out of the bakery, greeted Mr. Zeng first, and then hugged him warmly.

Lin Yuyan was stunned, watching the two of them chatting eagerly, and said in surprise, "Could it be that Cole is... wronged?"

Gu Yaoyang said, "It doesn't count, but he must have been deliberately guided by the shop owner to steal something."

Lin Yuyan guessed: "That is to say, all this was designed by the teacher?"

Gu Yaoyang nodded: "If Cole didn't run out of this bakery, it might have nothing to do with him. But if it is this one, it must be Zeng Yi who can't get rid of it."

"why?"

"This was opened by his friend." After Gu Yaoyang finished speaking, Lin Yuyan suddenly realized that he looked at Mr. Zeng again, a little complicated.

Gu Yaoyang raised his eyebrows and said with a blank face, "I told you a long time ago that he is not a good person. Induce Cole to commit a crime, send him to the police station, and then personally teach him and tolerate everything he has. Let him completely open his heart to himself and work hard for himself." He added coolly: Don't think that if he is good at painting, he will be good anywhere. "

"Don't engage in blind worship. Even your teacher has a despicable, shameless and dirty side."

The more Lin Yuyan listened, the more he felt something was wrong. He looked at Gu Yaoyang and said, "Do you have a great opinion on Mr. Zeng?"

Gu Yaoyang said lazily, "No."

No wonder.

Lin Yuyan thought about it carefully, it seems that every time he mentions Mr. Zeng, Gu Yaoyang always has this attitude, always slandering others, "You won't..."

"Um?"

Lin Yuyan hesitated for a few seconds, then asked tentatively, "Aren't you jealous of the teacher?"

Gu Yaoyang took out a cigarette and hummed: "I'm sick? What is he jealous of?" He quickly pressed the lighter and it didn't light, frowned and pressed it again.

Lin Yuyan actually found a trace of cover in his eyes, slowly opened the corner of his mouth, and asked with a smile, "Aren't you really jealous? Is it because I always praise the teacher?"

Gu Yaoyang said calmly, "Am I crazy?"

"Haha." Lin Yuyan laughed even more happily: "You are crazy, childish."

Gu Yaoyang ignored him, lit his cigarette, turned his head and left. Lin Yuyan followed behind him and kept laughing. He gradually discovered Gu Yaoyang's childish side. He was very excited for these major discoveries, and laughed at Gu Yaoyang as a childish ghost all the way, but he got carried away, and before he got home, he was pushed by Gu Yaoyang to the phone booth by the roadside.

"You, what are you doing?"

Gu Yaoyang's strength was much stronger than usual. He pushed his knees away and grabbed his wrist. Lin Yuyan was a little flustered when he met his narrowed eyes. Just as he was about to speak, his mouth was blocked tightly and he said a word. not come out.

Today's kiss was a bit brutish, with a strong smell of tobacco lingering on the base of his tongue, biting with a little punishment.

Lin Yuyan was not very proficient at kissing, so after reluctantly responding a few times, he couldn't keep up.

His waist was about to collapse, and he thought to himself: It's so strange, it's obviously just a kiss, why is even the waist softened?

The mouth also hurts, but there is no way to stop it. He is in a hurry to breathe, and eager to control the drool that flows down from the corner of his mouth. His lips and teeth are grinding, and on a cold winter night, it seems that he is about to catch fire.

"I……"

"Um?"

Lin Yuyan weakly clings to Gu Yaoyang's shoulders, his feet even slightly off the ground, and half sits on his knees. He was speechless, until Gu Yaoyang left his mouth and could breathe smoothly.

"Who's a childish ghost?" Gu Yaoyang bit his ear and asked slightly threateningly.

Lin Yu refused to accept his words, but his ears were devastated on his mouth again, his whole body trembled when he touched it, and there was even a subtle change in a place that was hard to say. Yes……"

Chapter 37

Gu Yaoyang didn't want to admit it, so Lin Yuyan didn't mention it. He privately thought that Gu Yaoyang was shy, secretly took this matter to his heart, and was happy alone.

The next day, I went to Mr. Zeng to paint as usual. Although Gu Yaoyang slandered him many times, Lin Yuyan still respected his teacher very much.

However, Mr. Zeng has been very busy recently. He went to the club in the morning, came back in the afternoon to give him advice, received another email, opened it, and said, "Yuyan, do you have anything else these days?"

Lin Yuyan put down his pen and said, "No."

Mr. Zeng said, "That's right. I'm going to hold a solo exhibition in the south next weekend. You can help me."

Lin Yuyan has seen many art exhibitions, but this is the first time he has personally followed the exhibition, and the exhibition hall is not ready-made. Mr. Zeng bought a small wooden house at the foot of the suburban mountain some time ago, and plans to renovate it as his own exhibition hall and studio. .