My Sister is Fuji

Qiu Ming was stunned, and walked towards Fujiang foolishly. His steps were fast, even if the pain caused by the lower abdomen was involved, it didn't matter.

"Fu...Fujiang!" Qiu Ming's walking posture is very strange, as if a disabled person is limping, but he desperately walks in the direction of Fujiang, like a moth chasing the only spot of light in the dark, but running too fast due to injury , the soles of his feet slipped and he fell to the ground.

His forehead hit the ground, his head was scratched by the gravel on the ground, and blood flowed from his forehead. Qiu Ming tried his best to stand up, but his feet cramped. Like a spider with a broken foot, lying in front of Fujiang disgustingly.

Fujiang couldn't help laughing because of Qiu Ming's embarrassing actions: "Giggle..."

It was a mockery, but in Qiuming's eyes, she was so beautiful, like the breeze gently stroking the lake, lifting her veil and revealing her beautiful face.

"Fujiang." Qiuming looked up at Fujiang and murmured.

Fujiang blinked and whispered, "You like me, right?"

The strings in Qiu Ming's mind were all broken, and he shouted: "Fujiang, I can do anything for you!"

"Heh—" Fu Jiang sneered and raised the corners of his mouth, "Then what can you do for me?"

"I...what can I do for Fujiang?" Qiu Ming was first at a loss, then panicked, what can he do for Fujiang?

Fujiang looked at Qiu Ming's panicked appearance, and laughed at him in her heart. She felt that Qiu Ming was just garbage, but she thought of a very interesting thing. Garbage can also be recycled. She wanted to squeeze the only value that can be used in Qiu Ming. clean.

She wanted Qiuming to stab Su Mu with a knife at noon tomorrow, and the feeling of watching the two men fighting and scuffled together must be great.

Unfortunately, before Fujiang said it, Qiu Ming thought of something, as if he had found a life-saving straw, and said eagerly: "I can paint, I can paint a portrait of you, the most beautiful portrait."

"Pfft-haha!" Fujiang heard Qiuming's words, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "What are you talking about, can you say it again?" His expression immediately cooled down: "How could there be me in painting? I am half beautiful."

"No, I can definitely draw it!" Qiu Ming roared, dragged the schoolbag behind him to him, and took out the folder from the inside - but it was not a file, but a stack of paintings. The paintings in it are all Fujiang - the most beautiful Fujiang in Tyu Ming's mind.

He didn't close his eyes all day and night, at home and in the classroom, drawing Fujiang all the time, and fantasizing about Fujiang's face in his mind.

Fujiang is like some kind of mental pollution, circling in Qiuming's mind.

Fujiang took over Qiuming's paintings and read one or two, with a smile on his face.

Qiu Ming's whole person became excited, but the smile on Fu Jiang's face immediately changed to sneer and disgust, and threw the painting on the face of Qiu Ming who was still lying on the ground.

"Did you really paint it on me? It's too ugly." Fujiang said meanly, and giggled again, "Yeah, how can a simple painting show my beauty."

Qiu Ming was slapped in the face by his own painting, and the whole person was stunned.The paintings scattered and fell to the ground one by one.

"You are really useless." Fu Jiang said.

Qiu Ming clenched his fists slowly and looked at the pencil on the ground not far away.

Fujiang wanted to laugh at and make fun of Qiuming, but couldn't think of any words in her mind, and even felt a little bored, she wanted Qiuming to disappear forever.

Looking down at Qiuming like a lost dog, Fujiang suddenly saw a painting on the ground.This picture is of Xiaohui, which was painted by Qiu Ming before he met Fujiang.

Fujiang's expression began to look wrong, and he accused Qiuming: "Who is this woman! Why is there her in my painting!" Very angry.

Qiuming picked up the painting on the ground, looked at Xiaohui with a smile on the painting, and said in confusion, "Xiaohui? It's Xiaohui."

"Who?"

"My favorite girl ever." Qiu Ming said while looking at the painting, gritted his teeth.

Fujiang was unhappy, and said reluctantly, "Do you like her more than I do!" It was like a pampered princess who was placed a small soybean in the soft quilt by others. The subtle feeling made her extremely uncomfortable.

Qiu Ming clenched the painting tightly, his body trembled, as if he was struggling, the rainbow-colored light pollution distorted his brain, and his nails even scratched the painting.

Qiuming raised his head and looked at Fujiang, his expression was extremely strange, which made his spine chill - tears streamed down, and the corners of his mouth were forcedly raised, as if a superstitious believer had seen Allah, but his eyes were so painful, there was absolutely nothing in them. Happiness to speak of.

"I...I, I like...Fujiang!" Qiu Ming said, tearing the painting in half, tears dripping down.

"Giggle..." Fu Jiang laughed, laughing without image, bending back exaggeratedly, covering his stomach, tears coming out.

What expression is this!It's so funny and interesting. It's like watching a stage play a thousand times, and the clown on it knows exactly what to do.But suddenly one day, the clown accidentally fell to the ground. To his surprise, the clown landed on his head, blood flowed out, his feet fell, and his legs were broken.

It looks scary, and it doesn't sound so fun, but for the boring self, what an interesting thing, it's totally worth the money.

Why is that?

Because it wasn't me who got hurt!

Fujiang is like the audience under the stage, pointing at Qiuming and laughing, Qiuming is a funny clown.

Qiu Ming's twisted and absurd face, the flesh of the whole body tangled in the face, revealing a very stiff and extremely dramatic terrifying smile.

"I'll give you a chance, if you can draw my beauty, I'll accept your confession." Fu Jiang said casually with a smile on his face after laughing enough.

It's just her casual remarks, she doesn't think there are paintings that can draw her strange charm.

Fujiang left, and Qiu Ming was still lying on the ground. A gust of wind blew away the paintings on the ground and never came back.

Qiu Ming's mouth squeezed out a sentence: "Draw it?" He shouted with bloodshot eyes, "I will definitely be able to draw the beauty of Fujiang!"

……

On the other hand, Su Mu did not go home directly, but went to a mobile phone store to buy a mobile phone.

I don't have a phone at home, I don't have a mobile phone, I don't have a computer at home, and if I get locked up one day, I don't even have a way to communicate with the outside world.

Su Mu doesn't need any smart phone, just an elderly phone that can make calls and send and receive text messages.The phone might come in handy when he thinks it's necessary.

The female clerk in the mobile phone shop smiled when she saw Su Mu: "What kind of mobile phone do you want..." She enthusiastically prepared to introduce the mobile phone in the shop to Su Mu.

"Is there an old man machine?"