The days of being pampered by Xueba

"And you didn't let me down." Xie Yi continued, "As long as you don't give up, you don't let me down."

After Xie Yi said this, he looked at Yu Chen, as if he was waiting for Yu Chen's answer.

"I didn't give up." Yu Chen held up the painting book in his hand, "After reading this, I am more sure that I am very interested in painting, which is very different from when I was studying, so I will definitely be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts of."

Xie Yi nodded: "That's good."

"But--"

Yu Chen was a little hesitant, what he said just now was whether it was the right time to take the entrance examination for the Academy of Fine Arts with his parents, but Xie Yi directly skipped this point.

"As long as you prepare for the art test carefully, I will help you with the culture class, and don't worry about the rest." Xie Yi said.

Yu Chen nodded, but the worry in his heart still could not be dispelled.

Isn't Xie Yi angry with him? Why is that...

Xie Yi continued to draw with his head down. He didn't really like painting, but it was his habit to complete one thing from beginning to end.

He had just finished painting a flowerpot when he felt a hand reach out and grab his sleeve.

"I see." Yu Chen held him with one hand, and put the other hand on the table, resting his head on it.

"Huh?" Xie Yi turned to look at him.

"Are you angry with my mother?" Yu Chen said in a low voice, "Are you blaming her for not paying attention to my college entrance examination, and to fight for me?"

Xie Yi looked at him for a while, then raised the corners of his lips: "Why am I angry with Auntie?"

"Then who are you angry with?" Yu Chen opened his eyes wide.

"If you have to say it," Xie Yi lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "it's better to say that I'm angry with myself."

"Why?" Yu Chen sat up awkwardly, "You've helped me so much, it's too late for me to thank you, why are you angry with yourself?"

"Really?" Xie Yi looked at him and smiled.

"What's the truth?" Yu Chen said.

"I'm too late to thank you?" Xie Yi asked.

"Of course it's true!" Yu Chen nodded.

"I'm a little curious," Xie Yi looked at him, "How do you plan to express your gratitude?"

Yu Chen scratched his head, looked back at the door, then jumped up suddenly, rushed to the side of the door and pressed the anti-lock button.

Xie Yi raised his eyebrows.

Yu Chen ran back quickly, propped his hands on the table, bent over to Xie Yi's face, and gave him a "chirp" kiss.

"Is that okay?" Yu Chen asked with a blushing face.

"Not enough." Xie Yi shook his head.

Just as Yu Chen was about to make persistent efforts, he lowered his body down again, intending to kiss again.

But Xie Yi pulled his arm and let Yu Chen land on his lap.

"Can I do it myself?" Xie Yi pressed his forehead and asked.

Yu Chen's face turned red quickly.

Although he was ready to take the initiative to kiss Xie Yi, he felt that once Xie Yi took the initiative, he would still be particularly shy.

Xie Yi didn't wait for his answer any longer, but put his hand against the back of Yu Chen's head, pulling him a little closer.

……

During the winter vacation, Xie Yi persevered in coming to Yu Chen's house every day.

When Xie Yi was not at home, Yu Chen would still watch TV with his mother and chat with his mother for a while, neither mother nor son mentioned painting.

As soon as Xie Yi came, his mother would find reasons to say that he had to go out.

As if as long as they didn't face the scene they painted directly, they could continue to live in peace.

Although Yu Chen was still unhappy, Xie Yi had done so much to help him realize his dream of the Academy of Fine Arts, and he had no reason to give up halfway.

With Xie Yi as his companion, Yu Chen was full of vigor when he started painting.

However, he didn't expect that Xie Yi didn't just sit beside him and pretend, when he was drawing with him, Xie Yi was also studying seriously.

He never expected that during this winter vacation, his and Xie Yi's identities were switched.

He became a tutor, and Xie Yi became his student.

Although Xie Yi has zero foundation in painting, his IQ is extraordinary. Yu Chen deeply realized this when teaching Xie Yi sketch.

Xie Yi's slender fingers are also very suitable for holding a paintbrush. Although he only copied it at first, Xie Yi followed the steps carefully and drew very smoothly.

This probably shows that an excellent person will be excellent in whatever they do, Yu Chen couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Before New Year's Eve, Yu Zhengming finally came back from a business trip, and as soon as he got home, he knocked on the door of Yu Chen's study.

At this time, Yu Chen was sketching on a white paper with a pencil in his hand.

After reading the information book Xie Yi brought, Yu Chen confirmed that sketching was a weakness in the three items of the art test, so he practiced sketching whenever he had time.

As the year approached, it was not convenient for Xie Yi to come to Yu Chen's house every day, so Yu Chen could only practice alone.

When Yu Zhengming walked in, Yu Chen hadn't reacted yet, holding a pencil and staring blankly at his father.

But Yu Zhengming didn't say anything, turned his head and walked out again.

Father and mother shut themselves in the room to discuss something afterwards, and Yu Chen could hear their loud voices from the half-closed door of the study.

Yu Chen silently lay down on the table, until his parents walked out of the room, hearing the sound that they had stopped arguing and were just pretending to have nothing to do with preparing dinner, he went out to help clear the table.

Mom and Dad didn't talk much during the meal, and Yu Chen didn't take the initiative to speak.

The family of three ate the rice in the bowl silently, Yu Chen put down the bowl and planned to go back to the study, Yu Zhengming said the first sentence:

"Chenchen, do you have time to chat with Dad?"

Yu Chen looked at his father and nodded, "Okay."

He knew what Dad wanted to talk to him about.

In fact, when Xie Yi asked his mother to help him enter the Academy of Fine Arts, he had expected this day to come.

So he was actually quite calm in his heart, and he was already prepared.

Although this day is much earlier than he imagined, he is not afraid to face it.

"Chenchen wants to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Yu Zhengming leaned on the sofa, straight to the point.

"En." Yu Chen sat on the small round stool and nodded.

"Why don't you discuss such a big matter with your parents?" Yu Zhengming asked.

Yu Chen lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "I know you won't agree."

Mom was standing in the dining room wiping the table, but when she heard this sentence, she made a little noise, like knocking over a water glass.

"My mother and I really didn't think about letting you apply for the Academy of Fine Arts at first. We thought it would be great if you could go to an ordinary university." Yu Zhengming glanced at her and continued, "Chenchen, although you study Jinwen because of The painting competition has added points, but you haven’t drawn much since high school, and now halfway through high school, you suddenly said that you want to enter the Academy of Fine Arts, and your parents think it’s too sudden.”

Yu Chen frowned and looked up at his father.

"Dad, I've been drawing since high school," he said.

Yu Zhengming choked for a moment, and asked, "When?"

"Every time I pass the exam, or Xie Yi's birthday, I will draw a cartoon and give it to Xie Yi. I still have photos in my mobile phone." Yu Chen said.

Yu Zhengming breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said, "So you were talking about comics."

"Don't comics count?" Yu Chen said softly, "After being admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, I still want to major in comics."

Yu Zhengming put the teacup in his hand on the coffee table forcefully, as if he was irritated by Yu Chen's words.

"Chenchen has taken the words of his parents as a deaf ear now? My parents didn't disapprove of your painting. I discussed it with your mother. If you insist on painting, you can continue to paint Chinese paintings," Yu Zhengming said with a serious expression. Said, "But you want to study comics, I can't agree to that, you don't learn serious painting, you have to learn this kind of foreign ones, you can't get on the stage, are you trying to annoy your parents on purpose?"

Yu Chen was a little angry, he wanted to argue with his father, and explained to him that comics were already very popular in the domestic market, and it wasn't something that couldn't be put on the stage.

But Yu Chen doesn't have any works that can be sold now, and now he is only teaching himself to draw some inspired things, and his father may not be convinced by them.

And he knew that his eloquence was not as good as his father's, and he was not as persuasive as Xie Yi.

He took a few deep breaths and decided not to confront his father head-on.

"You can decide what major to study later. Dad, if you have nothing else to do, I want to continue practicing sketching," Yu Chen stood up and said, "I'm not very proficient in sketching yet, so I need to make up for it before the art exam."

Yu Zheng obviously did not expect that Yu Chen would end the tug of war between them in this way.

During the few seconds when Yu Zhengming was in a daze, Yu Chen had already entered the study.

After the Spring Festival, Yu Chen went to grandma's house with his parents to pay New Year's greetings. After staying for two days, Yu Zhengming came back from grandma's house. Yu Zhengming began to fall into the busy New Year's greetings with clients, and this matter was postponed again and again.

During the period when his parents were silent, Yu Chen already automatically thought that they agreed to his admission to the Academy of Fine Arts.

Yu Chen seldom opposes his parents' opinions, and he has been like this since he was a child.

So in the eyes of his parents, he is a docile personality, probably because of the bonus of poor grades, his parents think he is a child who cannot have his own opinions.

This is the first time he has spoken out for his ideas.

After that, Yu Zhengming didn't mention this matter for a long time, also because this time he was not sure about his son's temperament, and didn't know whether Yu Chen would suddenly develop a rebellious mentality because of his attitude.

Just like Yu Xing that day.

Mom and Dad didn't have any obvious objection, Yu Chen immediately climbed along the pole, not only finished the few art examination materials books brought by Xie Yi, but also studied a few paintings by himself.

Painting is not like learning, it is something he has been interested in since he was a child, and it is much easier to achieve goals in things he is interested in than to force himself to do something he doesn't like.

On the first day of school, Yu Chen ran to school with his portfolio in his arms, wanting to give Xie Yi some of the pictures he drew the most.

He thought that he would get Xie Yi's praise, and even other small rewards.

Unexpectedly, Xie Yi only flipped through the paintings in the portfolio, and then closed the portfolio.

"Now that the new semester has entered, you have to work hard on your cultural lessons. We will split the two days on weekends, one day for painting and one day for cultural lessons. Do you think it's okay?" Xie Yi asked him.

"Ah, yes, yes." Yu Chen scratched his head.

Although he knew that Xie Yi's intention was also for his own good, he couldn't afford to lose his cultural lessons, and he had to continue to practice diligently in painting.

But they haven't seen each other for so many days. After receiving the painting from their boyfriend, shouldn't they give him a hug and a hug first?

Yu Chen looked at his boyfriend, and thought that this was different from the plot he had imagined.

The author has something to say: rest tomorrow, three more the day after tomorrow