After the divorce, the boss doted on me

"Don't worry, clean up slowly." Jiang Yuzhi said softly while holding Yi Aijia's computer.

"Okay," Yi Aijia stood up the fallen vial, "I'll do it."

The movie started playing, and the two sat on the stool, watching the handsome little boy and the beautiful little girl start their first love.

The plot of the movie is good, but it doesn't seem to attract Jian Yi very much. After playing for a whole day, Jian Yi fell asleep after watching more than half of it.

Tang Anzhi pursed his lips and smiled.Then turn off the player and quietly shut down the computer.

Jian Yi seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and there was a steady breathing sound coming from her nose.

After quietly looking at her for a while, he finally sighed: "Silly girl, you obviously don't worry about me, but you are sleeping soundly at this moment."

He gently picked her up, put her on the bed, and covered her with a thin quilt.

"Forcing me to pretend to be a gentleman..." Tang Anzhi raised his lips, leaned over to look at the sleeping man, wanted to kiss him, but hesitated, "Okay, pretend once for now, but only once. Don't do it next time." It will be like this..."

Sitting up, he said softly:

“But every once in a while you find someone who’s iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.”

This is the line in "Pounding Heartbeat" just now: "Inadvertently, one day you will meet a person who is as beautiful as a rainbow, and from then on, other people are just passing clouds."

He left quietly, turned off all the power sources, to prevent the light from the sudden call from disturbing her, he was even careful when closing the door, for fear that the sound of the latch bolt would be too loud and wake up the people in the house.

The electricity came at five minutes past midnight, and Tang Anzhi also suffered from insomnia.

The next morning, Jian Yi was surprised to find herself sleeping on the bed.Her first action was to check her clothes.

Nothing happened, no accidents.So... it's Tang Anzhi...

The computer on the table has been packed and put into a bag, and the skin care products have been placed as they were.

She got up and packed everything, took her luggage to the elevator and waited for him.

"Did you sleep well?" Tang Anzhi had the usual smile on his face.

"Yeah." Jian Yi nodded, "What about you?"

Tang Anzhi didn't answer, but instead asked, "Is the movie good?"

Jian Yi rubbed her nose embarrassingly: "This... I may not be suitable for watching this kind of romance movie. Besides, that little girl's personality is too far from mine."

"how?"

"In love, there is always someone who pays first and expresses first. But I may never be the one who expresses first." Because there is no sense of security.

"Also, if I knew that the other party didn't like me, I definitely wouldn't say a word."

Tang Anzhi suddenly remembered the phone call Su Tang made to him in the morning.

"Tang Zhuyan, Xiao Yi saw you and Li Yu together that day. It stands to reason that this is your private matter, and no one should disturb it, nor have the right to ask. But now you are sending a signal to Xiao Yi that you like her, we I just hope you can explain it to her and prove that you are not just playing around."

"In addition, Xiao Yi is not a person who says she can let go, but she is definitely not a person who can't let go at all. If you just want to be ambiguous, I hope you two can make it clear. Otherwise, her back-up The regiment will collectively go crazy and ask you to settle the score."

Here, Li Yu really should make it clear.Tang Anzhi thought, at least let Xiao Yi let go of the hurdle in his heart.

Also wash off the false name of "old fritters in love" for yourself.

"That's natural. Boys are the only ones who express themselves first." Tang Anzhi smiled.

The journey in city B finally came to an end, and the two of them sat in blocks D and F on the high-speed rail.

Jian Yi leaned against the window, plugged in her earphones, and enjoyed the sunshine while listening to music.

Tang Anzhi opened the small table, still carefully studying some documents, and occasionally peeked at Jian Yi who was in a happy mood, and then his mood also became happy.

"What song are you listening to? It's been almost two hours." Tang Anzhi couldn't help asking after reading the document.

"Gu Feng Ge," Jian Yi replied, "But I feel that the audience is not particularly wide, and many people don't like it."

"I want to hear it too." Tang An supported his head with one hand, and the expression on his face made it impossible to refuse.

"Yu Gui" by Master Qu was playing in the earphones. This... Gu Fengge felt very burning and passionate when he listened to it by himself.But if there is one more person by my side...

Does it look very middle school? ? ?

"Are... are you sure?" Jian Yi took off an earphone and wanted to hand it out, but was a little hesitant.

Tang Anzhi pulled the headphone cable when he saw the opportunity, and touched his little hand by the way:
"What's there to be embarrassed about? I've heard Gufeng songs before. Besides, isn't Yi Sheng just a Gufeng singer? He's not ashamed to sing in public. You, the audience, aren't ashamed?"

After listening to it for a few seconds, Tang Anzhi asked sideways, "Do you like War Songs?"

"Yes, it feels majestic. Uh huh... can it be regarded as feelings?"

"Then I guess you like the history of the Three Kingdoms."

"No," Jian Yi smiled and shook her head, "I like the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, when there were hundreds of schools of thought. A hundred schools of thought contend, and each school has its own style."

When talking about history, she became interested, and told Tang Anzhi about this and that.And the other party seems to know the Spring and Autumn and Warring States very well, and they can talk about anything.

But when the next song "Jiangshan Weipin" started to play, Jian Yi suddenly felt that she...was really in the second grade.

All in all, talking about the history of the pre-Qin period with a boy on the high-speed rail... Doesn't it look a little weird?
"Do you like this song?" She settled down and wanted to change the subject.

"I like it." I like whatever you like.

"But shouldn't you overseas Chinese prefer foreign songs?"

Tang Anzhi laughed: "Why don't you let us like Gufeng?"

"It's not that it's not allowed, it's that the education you have received since childhood is different, can't you appreciate it?"

"My parents, grandparents, and grandparents are all Chinese. There was a reason why our family immigrated at that time. They taught me a combination of Chinese and Western education since I was a child. How can I not appreciate the things inherited from China?"

Tang Anzhi smiled and said: "It's just that there are good and bad in the ancient style circle, and some of them are hard to listen to. However, there are also some songs that are not good, but the lyrics are very good. It depends on the situation."

Tang Anzhi turned his head to look at Jian Yi's phone case as if he suddenly discovered some treasure:
"Which manga are you from? The painting is so elegant, and the clothes and everything are completely restored to the pre-Qin period."

"This is not an animation product," Jian Yi explained, "I drew it myself for fun."

"Did you draw it yourself?" Tang Anzhi pretended to be surprised, "Have you studied painting for a long time before? Otherwise, why is it so beautiful!"

"Not anymore..." Jian Yi said modestly, "This is one of my hobbies."

"Have you ever tried to submit your drawing?" Tang Anzhi continued to play dumb.

Jian Yi wanted to refuse to answer this question...

"It would be a pity if there are no other audiences for such a beautiful work." Tang Anzhi felt that since Jian Yi didn't want to talk about it, he should give himself a step down...

"Then...can you draw one for me if you have time?"

Jian Yi stared at Tang Anzhi's bright eyes, and she couldn't say the words of refusal:
"What do you want?"

"Well...it doesn't need to be too much trouble, it can also be made into a mobile phone case." After speaking, Tang Anzhi turned on his pad again, downloaded a sketchy software through the hotspot of his mobile phone, and even took out a capacitor voltage feeling pen.

"All the hand-painting tools are ready, please ask the painter Jian to write."

Jian Yi secretly hated that the sketchy app is a high-end paid software. Although it is not particularly expensive, it is also a software that needs to be considered for a student party like her.And that Wacom pressure-sensitive pen, even if she thinks about it, she may not buy it. Evil capitalism!
"You... don't know how to draw, do you? Everything is so professional."

"I don't know that at all." Tang Anzhi shook his head.

No, what are you buying these for! ! ! !Jian Yi's inner emotions are turbulent, when I have money, I will definitely buy whatever I want!
"Okay, then do you like ancient characters or modern characters?"

"Gufeng, I also want to be from the pre-Qin period. The one on your phone is a scribe, so I want... a general."

"Okay," Jian Yi responded decisively, "But at most, a draft will be produced in these two hours, and you can send this draft to me later."

"No, no, I'll bring the pad when we meet in the teaching and research section."

"Teaching and research section?" Jian Yi picked up the pressure-sensitive pen and began to draft, "Then what about my tasks?"

"I'll do it for you. Anyway, it's better to repeat the previous work, you know it." Tang Anzhi said confidently.

Jian Yi stared at him for a while, raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "Forget it, I'd better go back and paint it for you tonight. Please protect my hands from shaking and draw you a normal handsome guy."

Tang Anzhi said in his heart: I like whatever you paint.

Jian Yi modified his face and clothes according to the appearance of the hero in "The Wind Comes", and within a short time, a handsome young general appeared in front of him.

"Are you satisfied with the appearance?"

"Satisfied." Tang Anzhi nodded happily.

"Then I'll start refining."

Tang Anzhi reached out and grabbed Jian Yi's wrist: "Stop writing first, let's get out of the car soon."

Jian Yi paused and said in a low voice: "Then pack up these painting utensils."

It was almost nine o'clock when I returned to the dormitory, and Jian Yi brought back some specialty snacks after saying that she would not buy anything.

The other three girls were sharing the food while questioning Jian Yi and Tang Anzhi.

Jian Yi faltered in her answer, and her roommates expressed their dissatisfaction and asked her to explain seriously.