Mr Gingerbread

Lu Ming looked at the cup in the suitcase, but couldn't let him mail it back, so he said, "It's okay, I'll make another one later."

Han Qiaoyu said, "I want it too."

Lu Ming said, "Do you want more?"

Han Qiaoyu turned the camera back, looked at Lu Ming and said, "I want to do it with you next time."

Hearing what he said, Lu Ming missed him a little as soon as he left, and agreed: "Okay."

Lu Ming stayed in the dormitory for a day to pack his things. After a little tidying up, he took his luggage and went home.

Fang Jingyao was the first to hear the news, and immediately ran back to his grandma's house happily to meet Lu Ming. He arrived a little earlier than Lu Ming, and stood at the gate like welcoming guests, looking forward to Lu Ming's return.Fang Jingyao also had a good time this summer vacation. He had a wheat complexion in half a month, and he was a little taller than when he saw him last time. He was a handsome and lively boy. When he saw Lu Ming get off the car, he greeted him with two steps. In front of him, he hugged him and his bag together, rubbing his head against Lu Ming's shoulder, grinning his white teeth and saying, "Uncle, you miss me so much!"

Lu Ming smiled and said, "Let go, go to the back and help me with my luggage."

Fang Jingyao went to help Lu Ming carry the bag, and asked, "Aren't you leaving this time at home?"

Lu Ming said: "Stay with you for a few days, and there are other arrangements."

Fang Jingyao let out an "ah" in disappointment, followed him into the house, and said dissatisfiedly, "What are you going to do?"

Lu Ming said: "The teacher has a project and I have to go back to help. This time it's not bad. I gave half a month's leave. I guess there will be less time for winter and summer vacations in the future."

Fang Jingyao was a little gloomy, but soon he cheered himself up, smiled and said: "That's fine, anyway, I'm going to pass soon, uncle, my school has been selected, and I've decided on the Academy of Fine Arts in Jin City. It's very close, you can get to your school in an hour by car, and I can visit you often in the future."

Lu Ming knew about his professional grades, which were pretty good. When he heard that he chose this school, he asked, "Why, didn't you pass the culture class?"

Fang Jingyao said: "No, there are still a few comprehensive schools, I don't want to go." He kicked the small stones under his feet and sighed, "Besides, it's not your courtyard, the others are similar."

Lu Ming thought for a while, and asked him, "Don't you plan to take the exam for another year?"

Fang Jingyao waved his hands again and again, and said, "No, no, these three years are enough for me, and this school is the first in my major, and the cultural subjects are also high. I can get a scholarship, and I can apply for an exchange student later on. I'll make inquiries. Yes, there are two places in each department, juniors can apply..." He looked at Lu Ming and blinked his eyes, "Uncle, are you going out? Wait for me for two years, and then I will be able to follow you and take care of you !"

Lu Ming rubbed his head and said with a smile: "What take care of me, I take care of you!"

Fang Jingyao said: "Almost, anyway, I don't worry if you are outside alone, what should I do if my uncle is so easy to be abducted by someone?" With a bright face, he also has a longing for a free life.

He chatted with Lu Ming about the countries and schools he could choose, and Lu Ming suddenly said, "I might not go."

Fang Jingyao was a little dumbfounded: "Uncle, are you not leaving?"

Lu Ming said: "Well, the plan has changed, we need to rearrange it."

Mr. Dai Shan is in Country M and is a visiting professor at a well-known university. He originally wanted to apply for the school at Mr. Dai's side, but now it's time and it's not suitable.Even if he was in a hurry, when Han Qiaoyu was transferred back to China and he happened to go out, the time between the two of them might be delayed for another year or two—he could already see Han Qiaoyu's black face.

Lu Ming laughed and shook his head.

Fang Jingyao was still asking him: "Uncle, why don't you go out? I'm thinking about going to Japan instead of going to country M with you."

"What to do with me, the majors are different, you choose the place you want to go." Lu Ming said: "It's the same wherever I am, and it's good for Dean Sun to take me."

Fang Jingyao said: "But didn't you always want Grandpa Dai to show you the paintings?"

Lu Ming thought for a while, and said: "No, wait for later."

Fang Jingyao didn't quite understand why he suddenly changed his mind, so he asked a few more questions, but Lu Ming didn't intend to talk too much, so he just dealt with him and said, "It's the same to show him the old man after the painting is finished."

Fang Jingyao resentfully stopped asking. For some reason, his brother-in-law didn't seem too depressed. On the contrary, he was an outsider. After hearing such a six or seven-year plan suddenly changed at the end, he felt a little depressed. .

Lu Ming played with Fang Jingyao at home for a few days and completely relaxed.Fang Jingyao was favored, and Mr. Lu took out his treasured rice paper and gave him some for him to practice.After Fang Jingyao got it, he divided half of it with his brother-in-law, took the rest and cut it, and ran to Lu Ming's room to paint.

Lu Ming stretched out his hand to rub the edge of the paper, and knew it was mica rice paper. He raised his head and asked, "Why did I give you this? The ink won't come out of cooked rice paper, so it's not easy to use."

Fang Jingyao said: "I don't paint flowers and birds freehand, so it's a waste of what is given to me. This is enough."

Lu Ming looked at him laying on his desk eagerly preparing to draw something, ignored him, and lazily lay back on the small sofa to bask in the sun: "Drawing those little books of yours again, how much did the old man give you this time?" ?”

Fang Jingyao was triumphant, gestured his fingers and said, "Four feet!"

Lu Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "It's really worth the money. It's worth it. Then these are enough. The mica paper is thick and can withstand your tossing. I just love the rough edges... I remember there are still Some Cicada Wing Xuan, next time I will ask your grandfather for that."

Fang Jingyao said: "Grandpa gave it to me, but it's not easy to use, it will wrinkle when it touches water."

Lu Ming said: "If you want me to say it, I should let you use Shengxuan. The ink is divided into five colors, and it is completed in one stroke. What does it look like after painting and changing?"

Fang Jingyao said: "Uncle, I have changed very little. I am the number one major!" Lu Ming looked up, and Fang Jingyao changed his words a little embarrassedly, "At least, at least in our school, I am the number one."

Lu Ming still wanted to mention a few words to him, but before he could speak, the mobile phone that was put aside rang, and there were three or four text messages one after another.He could only bow his head and start replying text messages. He fell asleep playing cards with Fang Jingyao last night too late, so he couldn't make a phone call. Boss Han kept asking questions.

Lu Ming lowered his head and was busy with his own work. Fang Jingyao turned his eyes and asked him, "Uncle, are you in a relationship?"

Lu Ming said while typing: "Yes."

Fang Jingyao was particularly envious: "That's great, I want to talk too, what kind of person did you find, uncle?"

Lu Ming laughed and said, "Why, are you looking for someone better than me?"

"Just curiosity." Fang Jingyao said with a smile: "But I really want to find it. I'd better find someone who is as good as you, but who can cook better. Uncle, your cooking is terrible..."

Lu Ming sneered while holding his mobile phone: "If you have the nerve to talk about me, you will cook instant noodles."

Fang Jingyao resentfully said, "Didn't I add cooking skills to my talent?"

Lu Ming said coolly: "I didn't add any paintings. You didn't pass on half of your grandfather's freehand brushwork. You'd better put away the cartoon villains you drew on rice paper today. If you let him see them, you will jump up again." beat you."

Fang Jingyao resentfully dared not speak.

Lu Ming looked at his little nephew with his chin on his hand, and suddenly laughed: "Your talent may be all added to your face, and you look quite cute."

Fang Jingyao immediately doggedly said, "That's right, I look like my uncle!"

Lu Ming ignored him, watched him draw a few strokes, looked at himself, and asked, "How about drawing me?"

Fang Jingyao replied vaguely, "Ah."

Lu Ming crossed his legs and let him paint generously. During the period, he disconnected a phone call and continued to reply to several messages. Mr. Han was a little unhappy, but he was also very busy, so he finally let Lu Ming go after a while.

Lu Ming stretched, stood up and moved around, Fang Jingyao hurriedly called him: "Hey, uncle, don't move, I won't be able to draw if you shake."

Lu Ming came over to take a look at his painting, and when he got close, he saw the brush first—Fang Jingyao didn't hesitate, took Lu Ming's rabbit-shoulder Zihao brush and started to draw, right now he was using it .

Lu Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you use it! Is that for you to paint, and you still use it to dye it! There are so many sticks next to it, but you pick it..." When his eyes fell on the painting, he Suddenly the sound disappeared, and Fang Jingyao said faintly, "Take your hands away."

Fang Jingyao covered the painting with his hands, and was slapped by Lu Ming, so he could only move away embarrassingly, revealing a picture of a beautiful woman lying on a couch, with two wine jars beside the couch, and a small window plantain next to the couch, which has a good artistic conception.

Lu Ming said with a half-smile, "You painted me? You're very filial, and you even added a little skirt to me."

Fang Jingyao said dryly: "In ancient times, in ancient times, both men and women wore small skirts."

Lu Ming said, "Oh, the breasts are also this big?"

Fang Jingyao dropped the painting and wanted to run away, but was caught by Lu Ming and beat him up. He hugged his legs and cried, "I don't dare to do it again, uncle" before he was let go.

The painting was confiscated by Lu Ming, Fang Jingyao wanted it but didn't dare, and was bleeding from heartache. That painting is really beautiful!

The little nephew was very close to his uncle. After all, he was brought up since he was a child. He got used to being beaten, and he forgot about it after a while. He bought a cool watermelon, cut it open and ate it with Lu Ming.

Fang Jingyao cut it wide, half the size of a melon, and it was very enjoyable to hold and eat it. After soaking in the well water for a long time, it was cool and sizzling, and the watermelon was delicious and sweet to relieve the heat. After eating it, he was not so hot. Lying outside the porch Looking at the yard while blowing the air on the small table, I feel so beautiful.

The two chatted for a while, then gradually fell asleep, listening to the sound of the wind chimes above their heads, and took a nap together.

Lu Ming lay on a small pillow, curled up on his side, and slept in a regular manner. Fang Jingyao, who was next to him, slept in a big character, with his T-shirt rolled up to his belly, revealing his slightly sunken navel. He fell and fell with his breath, sleeping soundly.

Mrs. Lu came to cover them with a small blanket, and said with a smile, "You're still a child."

Mr. Lu snorted, turned around and walked slowly towards the backyard.

The old lady chased after him and rubbed his hands, and persuaded him gently: "You still don't like these two, you are also an old child, you are not allowed to paint secretly anymore! No one will stop you from writing and painting." Hurt you, but you can't hurt yourself, you don't know how to cherish your body at such an old age, you have old bones, you don't know if you can't stand it!"

The old man was embarrassed, unconvinced and did not dare to speak back.

The old lady put on a wristband for him. The right hand was thicker and the left hand was thinner. She gave him a small box and said with a smile, "Here, Jingyao didn't go out for a few days, so I saved money to buy gifts for you." I went, I made some money by working part-time, bought two walnuts, and let you spin around to exercise."

Mr. Lu opened it and looked. It was a pair of good-looking diamond-patterned official hats. The color was well-coated and the red was pleasing to the eye.He liked it very much, so he immediately took it out and twirled it a few times, but his right hand seemed a bit inflexible, so it would be better if he switched to his left hand.

"That's right, just practice more." The old lady said again: "The children care about you! Mr. Dai also called to ask..."

Mr. Lu put away the walnuts, sighed and said, "I let Brother Dai down."

The old lady patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "It's okay, there are still children. Lu Ming's painting is quite good now."

Hearing what she said, Mr. Lu snorted again: "Him? He's still early. Little Xieyi refuses to practice hard. He didn't even touch the door of Daxieyi. In the future, he will stumble."

The old lady said angrily, "Did you say that about your own son?"

Mr. Lu said: "It's only the biological one who said that..." He put his wrist in the old lady's hand again, and said cheekily: "It still hurts, please rub it for me again."

The old lady was not happy, she shook him off and said, "Knead it yourself, I'm going to cook for my son and grandson."

The old man had never been separated from his wife in his life, so he walked behind her and asked cheekily, "Can you make some Dongpo pork?"

The old lady said: "No, my son doesn't like to eat. Let's eat cold bamboo shoots and edamame fried pork tonight."

Mr. Lu was dissatisfied and said: "This is too vegetarian. Jing Yao has been eating edamame for several days after he came here. Why is it still edamame?"

The old lady said: "Whether you like to eat or not, you can eat enough with rice."

Old Lu: "..."

The author has something to say: Fang Jingyao: ...I made a mistake today, I don't deserve to eat edamame.

Lu Ming: Oh?What a mistake.

Fang Jingyao: I shouldn't have drawn skirts QAQ! !