Sad reminder Xiaobai

Zhou Ji took advantage of his lunch and had some free time to walk in the yard, stretching his sore arms.

Thinking strangely in my heart, the painting I am drawing now is really far from the painting I copied a few times ago.

The first few paintings were painted by a person who has been painting for many years, Zhou Jixin, but the current paintings look old, and they have the demeanor of a master.

Most importantly, there is a unique seal on it.

Zhou Ji had to suspect that this girl surnamed Mu might be selling pirated copies, right?

Then this is considered complicity.

Silently take away a little bit of conscience from my moral balance, and think comfortingly, no, no, I am doing this for survival, there is no way.

After wandering around for a while, I went back to the house and saw Xiaoling standing beside me changing the water for grinding.

Zhou Ji glanced at Muqin who was sitting on the side, and said to Xiao Ling, "What is this going to do?"

Xiaoling added a little more water, lowered her head and grinded seriously, for a while, Zhou Ji thought that the girl might not have heard.

Suddenly came the sentence "This is for the young lady's painting."

Zhou Ji looked at it with some puzzlement, and blurted out, "Your lady, can you paint?"

At this moment, Xiaoling stopped her hands suddenly, and replied quite proudly, "Of course, my lady's paintings are extremely beautiful."

However, Zhou Ji still wanted to continue chatting, and Muqin approached and said, "If you're too busy, why don't you postpone dinner today."

This fatal sentence made Zhou Ji turn around quickly, and said, "No, no, I'm going to paint right now, it's better to eat on time."

Xiao Ling on the side pursed her lips slightly and couldn't help smiling.

Hey, this looks like a girl in her twenties at most, why is she like this, with a vicious tongue.

Tucao return to Tucao, this work has to continue, holding a pen in hand, bowing his head, meditating silently in his heart, keeping his ears shut and only reading sage books.

Although Zhou Ji, an uneducated art student, didn't know if this sentence was correct.

Anyway, it probably means it.

Painting may seem like a very leisurely and elegant thing, but Zhou Ji rubbed his sore neck, deeply experiencing that it is actually a physical job.

Life is hard, why didn't you learn Chinese at the beginning, maybe you can write a script or something, isn't it so easy?

Of course, this is just a thought.

When he raised his head again, it was dark outside the house, Zhou Ji put down his pen and tidied up, Muqin beside him bowed his head and said nonchalantly, "This time is enough, the carriage is outside, by the way, take back the wages. "

I wondered, "Isn't this painting unfinished?"

"If you paint this painting well, it will take at least three months. Are you going to spend these three months on those two hundred papers?"

Hearing what she said, Zhou Ji felt that it was very reasonable. Holding the heavy purse, he said, "Then, I'll take it back."

It was very obvious that the girl didn't reply, and Zhou Ji also died of the idea of ​​wanting this girl to treat him a little better.

Leaving the yard, sitting in the carriage, staggering, finally stopped.

After getting off the car, Fulin's shop was quite quiet at this time, and it was a little dark outside. In the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed, and in August, the weather turned to autumn, and the temperature dropped a lot.

The guy opened his mouth and said with a smile, "It's a bit late today, Xiao Ji"

Zhou Ji was really chilled by this awkward title. He was obviously old enough to be his aunt, but he was two years older than his body, so he was taken advantage of for nothing.

That old Zhou was dozing off, and the beard that was blown so fast seemed to have been asleep for a while. He glanced upstairs and asked, "Is she still busy?"

"Miss Liang was waiting for you downstairs, but she went upstairs again just now because of something. It will probably take a while."

Zhou Ji looked at this store, and wandered around the store with nothing to do. To put it simply, this Fulinpu is actually the largest grocery store in this town. With a higher-end name, it is a relatively complete supermarket.

With distraction and daze, time finally turned a little bit.

The people upstairs finally came down, Liang Nuo beat his sore legs, looked at Liang Nuo who was approaching, and said to the people beside him, "Then make an agreement like this, and discuss it in detail when the shopkeeper comes back." .”

"Okay, okay, that's it."

When the man walked away, Zhou Ji approached and asked, "Is it done?"

"Well, how long have you been here?"

"Um, it's been a while." Zhou Ji felt that it was better not to force himself when it came to time.

"Let's go then."

After leaving the shop, the town had already lit up the lights, but the wind was a bit cool, Zhou Ji had no desire to look around.

For some reason, she always held her hand habitually, even though she was only half a head older than her.

Although a little confused, but Zhou Ji is also used to it, so naturally.

After returning to the house, he boiled hot water. Zhou Ji helped carry the hot water and poured it into the bathtub. Although it was a bit teary, taking a bath was really super comfortable.

After finishing it, Zhou Ji wanted to get the clothes by himself, but she didn't think she would tidy them up and put them aside.

The first thought that popped up in Zhou Ji's head, um, was that Liang Nuo was really suitable to be a mother.

But she came closer, lowered her head, and asked, "Ah Ji, is your stomach really painless?"

Zhou Ji was really embarrassed, he didn't think that his first aunt would be so painful, those few days were simply disasters in life.

No matter how thick-skinned he was, Zhou Ji was still embarrassed, and replied awkwardly, "Don't worry, it was done yesterday, it's gone, my stomach is fine."

Unable to overcome the worry in her eyes, Zhou Ji suddenly felt that his severe chest tightness must be due to illness.

He hurriedly said, "Then can I wash it?"

"Well, I'm going out."

Hearing her answer, Zhou Ji was like a rabbit out of danger, soothing his little heart.

After tossing around, I nestled in the bathtub, looking at the barrier in front of me, the small room in the corner of the bedroom was used for bathing alone.

Holding the hot water in his hand, splashing it on his face, Zhou Ji thought to himself, Zhou Ji, at any rate, you are also an aspiring young woman in the 21st century.

How can it be so easy to feel nervous?

In fact, this is due to Zhou Ji's nerdy nature, she doesn't have too much contact with outsiders at all, except for the Internet, there are only lovely roommates left.

During this bubble, Zhou Ji's sleepy bug came and almost got water in his nose, so frightened that Zhou Ji hurriedly opened his eyes and dawdled before he came out.

While changing clothes, Liang Nuo's voice came from outside the house, asking, "Ah Ji, don't fall asleep in here."

Zhou Ji hurriedly responded, "Oh, that's good."

Thinking about it, this is too accurate.

After changing his clothes, Zhou Ji trotted onto the bed, nestled in the quilt, and said to Liang Nuo who was stretching out his hands and rubbing his eyes, "En, it's done."

Liang Nuo just started to wash. It took more than half an hour to toss back and forth before Liang Nuo came in and wiped his wet hair.

When she was lying on the bed, Zhou Ji turned off the oil lamp and climbed into the quilt smoothly.

I heard her whispering softly, "Ah Ji, the quilt is so warm."

"I also feel very comfortable."

"By the way, the painting seller paid me today, can I let you go first? I'll go home in a few days."

"Okay." Hearing her reply softly, Liang Nuo leaned sideways and got close to her, holding her hand for warmth.

She also turned sideways, facing each other, silently not speaking, but Zhou Ji felt that she should not have slept.

Thinking wildly in his head, Zhou Ji suddenly thought that Liang Nuo would be seventeen this year, at this age he must be married here.

Unable to extinguish the unbearable gossip in his heart, he asked, "Arnuo, I think you are very suitable to be a very good mother."

Zhou Ji didn't know why he would say such a thing so stupidly.

On the side, she replied, "Why?"

Zhou Ji simply deviated from the subject and said, "Well, I just think it's very suitable, Arnold doesn't want it?"

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet." She replied calmly.

"Arnold, do you have someone you like?" Zhou Ji felt fortunately that he had finally asked this ultimate question.

She beside her didn't make a sound, and Zhou Ji was beating a small drum in his heart, thinking, is it not good to ask this question so directly.

She, who was originally on her side, lay flat and said, "I don't think so far, so I haven't thought about having children."

"Oh"

Zhou Ji felt that it was most appropriate for him to answer this now.

"Okay, go to sleep." Liang Nuo tapped his palm slightly.talking.

Zhou Ji nodded, closed his eyes, and said, "Well, go to sleep."