One big and one small are practicing love

Liu Xiaochen returned to the bedroom, closed the curtains, and lay down to take a nap. I woke up at around 5 o'clock in the morning and have been busy for almost 8 hours now. I am a little tired and need a nap at noon.

For some reason, Liu Xiaochen was tired but couldn't sleep. Unconsciously, I thought of several scenes of Bian Chang: she was sitting in the sun, her blond hair was loosely tied up in a bun, her skin was translucent from the sun, her facial features were exquisite, and she was as beautiful as an elf. She used a golden plum blossom-shaped spoon to add water to the black inkstone drop by drop. She held the black ink stick with her burgundy-dyed fingernails and slowly ground the ink in circles...

Are good-looking people good-looking no matter what they do? Or is it because doing these things makes good-looking people look better?

The alarm rang soon. Liu Xiaochen was not asleep yet, so he turned off the alarm and sat on the bed in a daze.

After half an hour, she finally figured it out. No matter whether Bian Chang was lazily doing nothing or doing ordinary things such as dripping water and grinding ink, he showed extraordinary beauty. It's because of her extraordinary temperament and unique rhythm.

Liu Xiaochen thought of Wang Luoxia and Zuo Kunmin at the same time. They were all such people, and their charm could not be stopped no matter what.

Thinking of their excellence and beauty, I feel motivated. Tie your hair and get up, go out and read and study.

Gently open the door, take two steps and turn, and you will see Bian Chang lying on the wooden table drawing five or six steps away, his shoulders and back bent so much that they are almost in a straight line. Her slender fingers held a thin brush steadily, and she moved the brush very slowly, little by little.

Liu Xiaochen stood watching from a distance, his breathing slowed and deepened unconsciously.

Suddenly, there were several gunshots and the sound of children playing outside the window. Bian Chang stopped writing and raised his head, frowning in pain, put his hands on his neck, kneaded it, and said, "My neck!"

Liu Xiaochen hurriedly walked over and said, "Changchang, let me squeeze it for you."

Bian Chang smiled and said, "Thank you then."

Liu Xiaochen had just kneaded Bian Chang's shoulders twice when he was shocked and said: "Changchang, you are so young, why are your muscles so stiff?"

"You also saw the way I was painting just now. That state often lasts eight to ten hours a day. I have been painting for twenty years, do you think it could be different than this?" Bian Chang said disapprovingly.

"No wonder you were able to get into such a great school." Liu Xiaochen's tone was filled with envy.

"There are many people who work harder than me in painting. Not everyone can get into the King's Examination. There are also talents, vision, growing environment, and thinking. You don't need to think that I am great, but I am lucky enough." Bian Chang spoke in a natural and normal tone. It doesn't make her feel proud.

Liu Xiaochen was silent for a moment, and suddenly thought of Wang Luoxia, who once said similar words to her, but she still felt inferior to her unconsciously when facing outstanding people.

"Xiaoxiao, your technique is very skillful and the pinching is very comfortable. Do you often pinch my brother?" Bian Chang suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Liu Xiaochen stopped, shook his head and said urgently, "No! No! When I was a child, I often pinched my parents' shoulders and hit my back."

Bian Chang turned back, looked at Liu Xiaochen meaningfully, curved his thin lips, and said with a smile: "Sit down, Xiaoxiao, I want to chat with you!" With that, he pulled out a chair next to him. .

"What's the matter?" Liu Xiaochen asked.

Bian Chang bent his knees and sat with his feet on the chair. He turned to Liu Xiaochen and said, "I didn't want to say anything about your feelings at first, but seeing how you get along with my brother these days, I have a few words. I want to tell you."

Liu Xiaochen straightened his back slightly and said, "You tell me."

"My brother has never been treated as tenderly and carefully as you." Bian Chang's tone was solemn. Seeing doubts in Liu Xiaochen's eyes, Bian Chang continued: "My grandpa and grandma are very strict people. They treat My brother is very strict. My mother loves freedom and art. She gave my brother to my grandparents when he was a child, and he went to boarding kindergarten at the age of four. My sister-in-law and my brother have the same goals and have a good relationship, but they are more like comrades, fighting side by side. .”

"You want me to take good care of Teacher Zuo, right?" This is how Liu Xiaochen understood Bian Chang's words.

Bian Chang shook his head and affirmed: "No! I want you to confirm that for my brother, your love is the love that he needs and is of high value. My brother and my dad, like most men, They are all poor hollow people. What they really need is your kind of love."

Liu Xiaochen forced a smile and said, "What is a hollow man?"

"They have been trained as tools since childhood, learning knowledge, skills, and fighting with others. When they grow up, they compete and work excessively due to the constraints of money, honor, self-esteem, responsibility, etc. This kind of excessiveness is very harmful to people's body, mind and soul. . They become tired, numb, empty, and without love. Only gentle, patient, wise, and responsible love like yours can generate energy, nourish their hearts, and allow them to gradually return to their own nature."

Liu Xiaochen looked at Bian Chang, his heart was shaken, he lowered his head and thought for a while, looked at Bian Chang intently, and said: "Changchang, I have never heard such words from you. I still don't quite understand it, and I can't fully understand it." I agree, but I listened to what you said, and I will take these views to observe and test in the future."

Bian Chang smiled with relief and said: "It seems that you are not an 'obedient student' as my sister-in-law said. You can still think independently and have your own thoughts."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zuo Yan opened the door and came out. She looked at Liu Xiaochen walking over and said, "Teacher Xiaoxiao, I'm thirsty and want to drink water."