Walking out of the teaching building, Qiao Xi met Yang Yunqing head-on.

Probably because of something, Yang Yunqing walked in a hurry, looking very anxious.

Seeing Qiao Xi, Yang Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief and waved to Qiao Xi.

Qiao Xi walked over and asked, "What's the matter?"

Although haven't known Yang Yunqing for a long time, this girl has always been generous, and have never seen her look so flustered.

When he got closer, Yang Yunqing first looked up and down Qiao Xi, making sure there was nothing wrong, and then said: "Someone in the school forum messed with you, I'm afraid you will suffer."

Qiao Xi blinked, and it was not surprising that the cause and effect were instantly connected: "It really is."

Although I guessed it more or less, Qiao Xi is still very grateful to Yang Yunqing for coming here to remind himself.

Qiao Xi recounted what happened in the classroom, and then asked Yang Yunqing if he wanted to have dinner together.

Yang Yunqing first scolded those classmates in Qiao Xi who were in a hurry, but waved his hand to refuse the meal proposal: "No, no, no."

At this juncture, Yang Yunqing didn't want Qiao Xi to misunderstand, and explained: "I still want to go out with my boyfriend."

Qiao Xi raised his eyebrows: "You found a new love so quickly?"

As the two get acquainted, they talk more and more casually with each other, and it is common to tease each other.

"That's not right, my sister's damn charm." Yang Yunqing brushed her hair and patted Qiao Xi's shoulder, "Let's go, brother, I'll treat you to ice cream next time."

Watching Yang Yunqing run away, Qiao Xi realized that there was a boy standing under the shade of a tree not far from them, who seemed younger than them, tall and wearing a jersey.

On the black jersey is the number "7" in white.

Qiao Xi smiled. If he remembered correctly, Yang Yunqing's birthday seems to be July 7th.

The boy kept looking at this side, like a cautious big dog, and when he found something wrong, he would jump over and bite his opponent.

Sure enough, Yang Yunqing threw himself into the boy's arms, and was caught by the boy, as if on purpose, the boy wrapped his arms around Yang Yunqing's waist, expressively.

Qiao Xi couldn't help laughing out loud.

Suddenly he felt the phone vibrate, Qiao Xi took out the phone, it was a text message from an unfamiliar number.

[Sorry, I had a very important job that day, and then I went abroad, I don’t know how your health is now?]

Qiao Xi frowned, is this a mistake?

After thinking about it for a while, he didn't care, there are so many deception methods now, who knows if it is a liar.

If it's something important, the other party will definitely check his text message, and probably realize that he sent it to the wrong person.

There was another class in the afternoon, so Qiao Xi didn't bother to go home and went directly to the studio.

As a century-old prestigious school, University A has many outstanding students, and they want to repay their alma mater when they have the ability, especially in art and finance. Therefore, the number of teaching buildings in University A is increasing day by day.

Thanks to the glory of honorary alumni, University A is extraordinarily generous to art students.Students like Qiao Xi who have been admitted to University A with excellent grades even have their own independent studio.

When Qiao Xi realized this, he wished he could slap his honorary alumnus Shen in the face. Of course, this was just a thought.

The original owner had obviously never been to this studio that belonged to him very much. When Qiao Xi came here for the first time, the small studio was empty except for an easel by the window.I haven't used it yet.

There are two sets of tables and chairs in the studio, covered with a thin layer of dust, it looks like no one has been there for a long time.

Qiao Xi was a little distressed. The original owner's college entrance examination scores were so good, at least it showed that he was very talented, and he wasted his talent like this.

Ever since he inherited this studio, Qiao Xi would come here to paint almost every day, if not for Shen Xiucheng's request to go home every day, Qiao Xi could even sleep in the studio.

The originally empty studio was gradually filled with paintings under his half-semester hard work.

On the wall, on the table, on the easel, on the floor, every place that can be placed is filled with Qiao Xi's paintings.

Due to having nowhere to go, Qiao Xi hung a lot of fishing lines on the ceiling, with clips on the top, so that the paintings could be hung on the ceiling.

Xu Shi saw that Qiao Xi hadn't come back, so Yangchun sent a message to ask whether Qiao Xi would go back for dinner.

The studio smelled of paint and turpentine, and it was a bit stuffy because it had rained the day before.

Qiao Xi pushed open the window with one hand, and replied to Yangchun's message with the other hand, telling him that he was painting at school and would not go back to eat.

The sun mixed with the scorching wind swept in, lifted the blue curtains, caressed the painting paper all over the sky, and the collision of the painting paper made a soft "cracking" sound.

Knowing that Yangchun loves to worry, Qiao Xi turned on the selfie mode of the camera, compared herself to the camera, and then sent it over.

When Yang Chun received the text message, he just brought the last dish to the dinner table, and said with a smile: "Mr. Shen often comes home for dinner recently, it's great."

Ever since Shen's parents passed away, seeing Shen Xiucheng becoming more and more mature and busier, and living with almost no home, Yang Chun was really uncomfortable.

Recently, however, there seems to be a trend for the better.

Shen Xiucheng nodded slightly, cleaned his hands with a warm towel, picked up the chopsticks next to him and rinsed it with hot tea.

Yang Chun was used to his young master's obsession with cleanliness, so he went to the kitchen to wash his hands, disinfected them carefully, and then took out his phone.

Sure enough, it was Qiao Xi's message. Just as he wanted someone to take a photo of himself to prove it, the other party sent a photo immediately.

Yang Chun laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, he yelled and handed the phone to Shen Xiucheng: "Mr. Shen, look quickly, Little Xi is really handsome today."

The white mobile phone was placed on the table, Shen Xiucheng paused, and thought: It's not that he wants to look at it, it's just that the phone is all over his face, old man, show some respect.

There is a chat interface on the phone, and before Shen Xiucheng can clearly see the content of the chat, he is attracted by the photo of the other party.

Intense colors, blending with the summer, a boy in a white T-shirt stands by the window, the broken hair on his forehead is lifted by the wind, revealing a smooth forehead and starry eyes.

The impact of the picture was too great, Shen Xiucheng subconsciously held his breath, and did not react until his lungs ached.

"Well, so-so." Shen Xiucheng seemed to answer casually, but his eyes fell on the boy's curled lips uncontrollably.

It's pink and plump, like cotton candy, but don't know if it's as sweet and soft as cotton candy.

Yang Chun smiled and stretched out his hand to get the phone, and scolded: "Sir, don't look too high, Little Xi is so obedient, so annoying."

Shen Xiucheng raised his eyebrows: "I don't have high vision, can I be single until thirty?"

Yang Chun was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say something, but seeing that Shen Xiucheng had already bowed his head to eat, he had no choice but to swallow his words.

But she was still a little puzzled, she said that she had a high vision, and she wanted her husband to praise Qiao Xi more, to give him some confidence, why would he talk about whether he is single or not.

"Sir, you eat first, I'll go to see the old Wu family's wife," Yang Chun said, taking off the apron and stuffing the phone into his pocket, "I'm getting old, this person is not easy to fall, the old Wu's wife is soOnce I fell, I will not recover for more than half a month."

"En." Shen Xiucheng picked up a piece of beef brisket and put it in a bowl, seemingly casually said: "By the way, please send me a copy of that photo just now."

Yang Chun was stunned: "What photo?"

Shen Xiucheng frowned, as if dissatisfied with her reaction.

"Oh oh oh, the photo of Little Xi, right?" Yang Chun suddenly took out his phone again, "Sir, don't you think it looks ugly, what are you going to do?"

The phone vibrated, and when he saw the photo was sent, Shen Xiucheng cleared his throat and replied, "Well, it's really not good-looking, I'll find someone to fix it for him."

Yang Chun looked puzzled, so he just slapped it casually, since he didn't participate in the competition, why did he need to fix it.

But for this gentleman on the rich list, Yang Chun thinks that this is probably the way rich people think differently.

The author has something to say:

Technician: Mr. Shen, how would you like to make a photo?

Shen Xiucheng: Put people on my screensaver