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"It hurts!..." Ye Che was awakened by the sudden pain.

Suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying in the bathtub and fell asleep.

What hit him just now was a scarlet high-heeled shoe.

Seeing the familiar high heels, Ye Che frowned. Not only did the place where he was hit hurt, but his heart also began to hurt.

"Get out of here, hurry up!" As expected, the woman was standing in front of her.

Waist-length hair, a black tight-fitting lace dress, a graceful figure, extraordinarily enchanting and sexy.

She stood arrogantly in front of Ye Che, her anger hard to hide.

"understood."

Ye Che got up staggeringly, picked up a white bath towel and wiped his body before wrapping himself up, ready to leave.

"Pa——" The sudden slap in the face made Ye Che stagger, and he didn't fall because he supported the wall in time.

There was no crying, no resistance, and he didn't even touch the place where he was beaten. Ye Che just stood there stiffly with his head down.

It seems to have become commonplace.

"What are you still doing standing there, wanting to run away? Clean up this place for me!" The woman in front of her turned her head and smiled, "I have something to do with the guests, please clean it up for me."

After all, the woman flicked her hair and walked out of the bathroom.

Even if the voice faded away, it was still harsh to Ye Che: "Oh, don't move around if you drink too much. I'll accompany you to take a shower later."

Hmph, deliberately pretending to have such a coquettish voice to attract men, it makes people sick to hear it.

Ye Che cleaned the bath towel and put it back to its original place, grabbed the white shirt and put it on casually, then bent down to tidy up the bathroom.

Tick, tick... Ye Che suddenly froze.

Watching the water drop by drop on the ground dumbly.

It's a lie... I touched the corners of my eyes, and they were indeed moist, with tears streaming down my face.

Are you still crying, or sad?I should have forced myself to get used to it since I was born, but I still care so much about it.

She shouldn't cry because of her, she doesn't deserve to be her own mother.

But even if you instill some thoughts of "indifferent" to numb yourself, the most difficult to deceive is really yourself.

"Water must have dripped from my hair... I didn't cry, I was strong."

Ye Che patted his face, forced himself to smile, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his cuff, and continued tidying the bathroom.

When Ye Che came out of the house, it was already dusk outside.

The afterglow of the orange sunset covered the sky, and the evening breeze blew slowly, but there was no feeling of comfort at all.

Maybe it's already numb.

The fish in the pond return to the abyss, and the smoke from the cooking stove calls for children, but there are still people who can't go back.

The hawkers on the side of the road also began to close their stalls, and two or three teenagers who looked like students passed by laughing and laughing.

I even had to go to cram school during the holidays.

It is also because of their presence that a person of virtue like Ye Cheng can earn a lot of extra overtime pay during the holidays as the head teacher of the official cram school.

Speaking of Ye Cheng... Ye Che stopped suddenly.

Do you want to inform him about the situation at home so that he won't be embarrassed when he returns home?Ye Che suddenly felt ridiculous for his thoughts.

Why did you go out of your way to inform him, worrying that he would be embarrassed?Is it necessary? It's not a good person.

Well, that's right.

Ye Che scratched his hair and continued to walk forward.

"What are you doing here?" Startled, Ye Che turned around in a panic, and sure enough Ye Cheng was standing behind.

"That...don't go home."

Ye Che glanced at Ye Cheng, then turned his gaze elsewhere.

"... again?" Ye Cheng thought of the reason without thinking, and opened his mouth reluctantly.

Complex expressions.

"Ah."

Ye Che responded weakly.

No one spoke anymore, and no one wanted to leave, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

"Let me buy you coffee."

Ye Che sorted out his emotions and extended an invitation to Ye Cheng.

"No.

will be seen. "

Ye Cheng turned and left, "Goodbye."

Not sad, Ye Che just silently watched Ye Cheng leave with his back turned to him, and smiled wryly.

An outstanding young talent like Ye Cheng naturally wouldn't want to have anything to do with him.

Even if everyone knew that they were brothers, Ye Cheng still didn't want others to feel that he was too close to Ye Che.

Ye Che understood that if he were Ye Cheng, he might choose the former between a bright official career and a dirty younger brother.

Although they will be sad and sad, even if they cry to death, they will not come to rescue, whether it is mother or Ye Cheng.

In the school at this time, there were only a few people playing basketball on the playground.

Maybe in art classrooms, music classrooms, and people who have taken art classes.

Because it was a holiday, there were not too many people, and the bustling and noisy school on weekdays seemed extraordinarily quiet under the influence of the setting sun, only the cheers and sounds of sports from basketball players.

Ye Che walked into the school, which was also the place where he used to study.

At this time, there should be no one in the art classroom.

In the past, Ye Che had studied fine arts for a period of time, and was sincerely praised by the teacher as a good seed in this field.

But later, because of the need to pay too much for art materials and course fees, I was forced to give up.

At that time, he didn't know Ji Zinuo, the benefactor, and his survival depended on his mother's "charity". He felt that art was his only interest, but it was also a dispensable interest.

Anyway, I don't have many great talents, so I just need to get into a university randomly in the future.

There shouldn't be anyone in the art classroom right now.

It happened to be very quiet there, the location was good, and the floor was high. Looking out from the window, one could overlook the panoramic view of the playground and the school gate.

With this in mind, Ye Che walked to the art classroom and opened the door.

At that moment, my heart seemed to stop beating.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone in the empty classroom, and the scene became warmer.

Some easels are scattered in the classroom, and several plaster heads are stacked at the end of the classroom.

Elegant classical music echoed melodiously in the art classroom, and the breeze gently lifted the curtains and gently brushed the hair of the young man sitting in front of the window.

Fair skin, clean short hair, and a standard figure like a model.

Looking at the pure and white appearance, Ye Che had an illusion, as if he saw the male protagonist in a comic.

The young man sat by the window and concentrated on sketching, but he didn't notice Ye Che's arrival.

By the time Ye Che came back to his senses, the boy had already spotted Ye Che who was standing blankly at the door.

"Is it a freshman?" It was the young man who spoke first.

He stood up and turned around. He was tall and looked more quiet and thin from the front, with a smile as warm as the sunset on his face.

In Ye Che's heart, he always thought that Ji Zinuo must be a rare beauty, but when he saw the young man in front of him, Ye Che was stunned.

Maybe it was the influence of the environment, or maybe there was a strange feeling sprouting in his heart, he felt that this person seemed to come out of a comic, like a dream.

"That..." The young man looked at Ye Che suspiciously.

It seemed that he really didn't know himself, Ye Che also looked at the young man in front of him suspiciously.

Although I am not a teaching staff member of this school, how many of Ye Cheng's colleagues don't know that there is such a Ye Che, the younger brother of the excellent Ye Cheng?Even though he doesn't work in the school, Ye Che is notorious among Ye Cheng's colleagues.

"Hello.

I came looking for someone...but he's gone.

Passing by this art room where I stayed before, I felt a little nostalgic, so I went in.

Sorry to bother you. "

"No interruptions, don't worry about it.

Hello, my name is Bai Chenyu, and I am a new art teacher. "

The young man named Bai Chenyu smiled, with a panoramic view of tenderness.

At that moment, Ye Che had a firm thought in his heart: I met the male protagonist in the comics.

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