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He Qing looked at the volunteer, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Feng Qimeng?"

The volunteer was taken aback, then turned to look at He Qing, who else could that surprised face be Feng Qimeng.

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Chapter 38

Feng Qimeng looked at Ye Ruan beside He Qing, her eyes lit up, and she rushed forward: "Ruan Ruan, I miss you to death!"

Although I haven't seen Ye Ruan for more than ten days, Feng Qimeng feels like I haven't seen each other for a day, like three autumns.She also didn't have Ye Ruan's phone number, so when she asked He Qing, the guy not only didn't tell her, but even teased her in different ways.

Before Feng Qimeng got close to Ye Ruan, her head was blocked by a hand.

He Qing slowly pushed Feng Qimeng away, folded his hands on his chest, and raised the tails of his eyes: "Do you know whether girls can accept kisses, and what is your name Ye Ruan?"

Feng Qimeng was so angry, while combing her bangs messed up by He Qing, she glared at the "duplicate" girl in front of her. "What do you call me, I just call it that!"

"Tsk." He Qing squinted her eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable for no reason, she turned her head, looked at Ye Ruan, and said in a pretentious tone, "I don't care, she can't call you Ruan Ruan, I can only call you Ruan Ruan. Only me alone!"

Feng Qimeng's eyes widened, and her expression was indescribable: "He Qing, aren't you...you are so grown up, yet so childish, ouch, I really can't stand it anymore."

He Qing didn't care, He Qing couldn't hear him.

"Is it okay, soft~"

Feng Qimeng: ...Why does He Qing always have the magic power to want people to smoke her.

The girl's coquettish ending sounded like a tiny feather, gently sweeping over the tip of Ye Ruan's heart, itchy and sore, but she couldn't bear to let it go.

The curly eyelashes trembled imperceptibly, and Ye Ruan's fingertips turned white. She hesitated for a second before saying: "Okay."

After speaking, she looked up at Feng Qimeng again and said seriously: "From now on, you can just call me Ye Ruan, please don't change the name without authorization, thank you."

Feng Qimeng:? ? ?

No, is it really good to put so much emphasis on sex over friends?

...Wait, why did she say the word "prefer sex over friends?" ? ?

Ignoring He Qing's flaunting and provocative gaze, Feng Qimeng turned her face away in a heartless manner, not wanting to watch the scene that broke her heart anymore.

"By the way, you... volunteer here?"

Hearing the question from the little goddess, Feng Qimeng immediately turned her head and smiled all over her face: "Yes, I have been volunteering here since a year ago, and whenever I have time during the holidays, I will come here to help."

Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly turned to look at Xiaoyang who was sitting behind. Seeing that the child didn't clip his nails any more, she was just muttering something silently, so she was relieved.

"What about you, are you also here to volunteer?"

Ye Ruan replied: "Come to hold the art exhibition."

"Art exhibition?!" Feng Qimeng was surprised.

"Could it be that the dean said that the honored person invited is Ruan...Ye Ruan you?"

She has also seen that painting. Although she has no appreciation for it, she also sincerely thanked the painter when she saw the rare light in the children's eyes.In her heart, the owner of the painting should be a lady who has passed her forty years. To be able to make such a painting must have experienced many vicissitudes of life.

As a result, now.

Forty-year-old lady = Ye Ruan?

"Oh my god, Ruan...Ye Ruan, it turns out that you are so good at drawing, it's great, but...why didn't I see you draw at school?"

He Qing rolled his eyes, and said bluntly: "Who are you, I have to let you see it?"

Feng Qimeng gritted her teeth: "Heqing!" If she hadn't been concerned about the occasion, she would have cursed a long time ago.

Ye Ruan was no longer surprised by the fact that the two of them fought each other as soon as they met.She just stayed away from the two of them calmly, and went to discuss the art exhibition with the dean who was walking from a distance.

The art exhibition was very successful. In the world of colorful paintings, the expressions of the children became very relaxed, and their eyes were not so dull.In fact, Ye Ruan's paintings are not as miraculous as panacea. She can't make the autistic child fully recover and become a normal child.

However, she can quietly reveal a gap in the closed hearts of the children. As long as they redouble their efforts in the later stage, they will definitely become like other children in the end, able to laugh, talk, and call out...

"Papa" and "Mom"

Feng Qimeng left with Ye Ruan and the others. On the way, she was uncharacteristically chattering and unexpectedly silent.He Qing looked at her curiously, and couldn't help asking, "What's the matter, stuffy teapots are not your style."

Feng Qimeng sighed, didn't hear He Qing's teasing, but instead looked worried: "Those children are really distressing, I want to do something for them, but I can't do anything."

This time, He Qing didn't turn back, and fell silent.Although she has always been indifferent and never cared about other people's joys and sorrows, she still felt a little shocked when she saw it with her own eyes.

Perhaps, she is not as ruthless as she imagined.

Ye Ruan suddenly stopped, looked at the two of them with serious eyes: "I'm planning to publish a painting book, what do you think?" A painting book specially prepared for children with autism.

"Okay, I support you!" He Qing was the first to respond.

On the contrary, Feng Qimeng was a little hesitant: "Ye Ruan, it's very troublesome to publish an album, besides, we are both underage and high school students..."