My old enemy from my previous life shared a bedroom with me

Ruan Qingmu looked at the line and smiled slightly.

Tang Tiantian was comforting Niu Xiaoqing in a low voice, when he raised his eyes, he saw Ruan Qingmu who appeared out of nowhere.

With a stroke of his hand, the semi-finished picture on the blackboard was wiped off by him, and the colorful paints were mixed together.

"Ah! What are you doing!" She screamed, reaching out her hand to stop it, but Ruan Qingmu's hands and feet were extremely quick, and she wiped the screen into a painted cat in two or three strokes.

He casually washed it in the basin on one side, and wiped it again. Afterwards, the blackboard was quickly cleaned, and the results of Niu Xiaoqing's hard work for a long time disappeared completely.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm going to fight you!" Niu Xiaoqing screamed, jumping up and wanting to hit someone.

Ruan Qingmu flashed lightly and avoided it.

He looked at the biscuits on the table, and frowned: "Okay, don't forget to eat and sleep, and go to the cafeteria to eat something."

The two girls were dumbfounded: "What, what are you doing?"

Ruan Qingmu casually picked up the paintbrush, and tried it on the paint tray on the side: "Be obedient, go to eat. After eating, go to play, and come back in two hours."

Niu Xiaoqing stared blankly at him: "You...you know??"

Ruan Qingmu said leisurely: "No more, I will never draw uglier than you."

Tang Tiantian: "..."

Yaoshou, why doesn't it sound like comforting people!

There is no one in the classroom.

Ruan Qingmu took a soft-bristled paint pen, tried a few strokes on the blackboard, and then erased.

It is incomparable with the writing of a brush, but you can generally find the feeling of hanging your wrist. After a few tries, the strength and touch have gained points.

Adjusting the color in the palette, he thought about it, and began to write stroke by stroke.

There are not many students in the school, and the teaching building is quiet.The noon sun shone in, reflecting on Ruan Qingmu's raised wrist in the air, it was as white as jade.

Qin Yuan stood there silently at the front door of the classroom, watching him swipe and paint with dark eyes.

Ruan Qingmu drew for a long time, and finally felt a little soreness in her arms.

He put down the pen, swung his arms in the air, and made a few more chest expansions.

Taking a few steps back to look, he stared at the screen, stunned for a while.

The human face is still missing, and the eyebrows and eyes are blank. Although there is a feeling of fluttering clothes, there is still no vivid vitality.

"You really know how to draw?" A voice came from behind.

Ruan Qingmu suddenly turned her head, looked at Qin Yuan behind her, and suddenly smiled.

The smile changed from weak to wanton. In an instant, his eyebrows were vivid, as if he had seen the rarest thing.

"Of course. I told you a long time ago. I know a little about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." With a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and pressed Qin Yuan on the seat in the back row. "Come on, sit down, and borrow it." .”

Qin Yuan's face was a little dark, as if he wanted to stand up and leave for a moment, but when he raised his head, he met Ruan Qingmu's shining eyes.

He froze and finally sat where he was.

Then with a cold face, he lowered his head and started touching the phone.

"Uncle Yan, you go back first, don't wait for me, there is something wrong with the school."

As soon as the message was sent, Ruan Qingmu yelled, "Hey, don't move, student Shaoxia."

He unceremoniously stretched out his hand, raised Qin Yuan's chin, looked around with satisfaction, "Well, it's just this angle."

The slender and fair fingers stroked Qin Yuan's face, soft and slightly cool, Qin Yuan's face was fixed by him, and for a moment, the roots of his ears were slightly stained with a layer of crimson.

He raised his eyes silently, and glanced at Ruan Qingmu who was close at hand, his neck was stiff and straight.

"Good." Ruan Qingmu praised casually, and picked up the brush with a smile.

At the front door of the classroom, Niu Xiaoqing and Tang Tiantian stood there quietly, wanting to step in, but stopped hesitantly.

After peeking for a while, Niu Xiaoqing tugged at the hem of her good friend's clothes, and the two of them stepped back on tiptoes.

Standing in the corridor, Niu Xiaoqing stuttered a bit in shock: "Ahhh, is that Ruan Qingmu's drawing??"

Tang Tiantian was a little dazed: "Isn't he still painting?"

"It's amazing! Then what is Squad Leader Qin doing?"

Tang Tiantian's expression became even more dazed: "Like, are you acting as his model? Ruan Qingmu is painting his face?"

"Yes, it must be! I also heard him praise Qin Yuan for being good!"

In the classroom, the boy who was sitting upright seemed to move, and Ruan Qingmu immediately comforted him: "Wait a minute, it will be fine in 2 minutes."

He stared at the face in front of him, his eyes were a little dazed, and after a long time, he lightly drew a stroke.

Heh, in the past, when we met, we would always be in a daze, and there was no chance, so we kept looking at them openly.

Outside, Niu Xiaoqing poked her head: "It's been agreed for 2 minutes, so you've got the 10 minutes?"

Tang Tiantian nodded: "Well, it means that the painting is serious!"

The two girls watched quietly for a long time, and Niu Xiaoqing suddenly asked, "Our sports committee doesn't usually like to laugh, right?"

Tang Tiantian pursed her lips: "It's okay, sometimes I laugh."

A sneer or a sneer is also a laugh...

Niu Xiaoqing was a little dazed: "But why does he smile so sweetly at Mr. Qin?"

……

In the classroom, a handsome young man with a cold face was sitting motionless. Beside him, Ruan Qingmu held a paintbrush and looked down at him from time to time.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally put down his brush and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Okay, thank you Qin Shaoxia." With a smile on his face, he looked at the picture with satisfaction, then looked at Qin Yuan, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows proudly.

Qin Yuan raised his phoenix eyes slightly, looked at the blackboard silently, and didn't speak for a long time.

I don't know why, but there seems to be a feeling of déjà vu coming up, my heart feels sour, and I feel a little sad,

Ruan Qingmu dropped the paint pen: "How is it? Is my drawing okay?"

Qin Yuan stared at the two high-spirited teenagers with fluttering skirts on the screen, noncommittal: "There are only paintings, but no words?"

Ruan Qingmu looked at him with a smile: "Your calligraphy is beautiful, can I trouble you?"

Qin Yuan took a deep look at him: "You know?"

Ruan Qingmu was stunned for a moment, then looked away as if nothing had happened: "I guessed it, didn't I?"

Qin Yuan stopped talking.He quietly selected a pen from a pile of pens, and tried it on the waste paper next to him.

Ruan Qingmu immediately had a good idea, and sent the paint to Panfei, and pointed to the bright red color.

Qin Yuan took a soft-bristle pen, dipped it in some paint, and stood by the blackboard on the back wall of Class 9.

Then he picked up the pen and wrote a few lines quickly, all in one go, and the pen went like a dragon.

Ruan Qingmu stared at those few lines dumbfounded, and suddenly burst out laughing.

After a long time, he straightened up and sighed: "Squad leader, how did you get such a high score in Chinese? This doggerel is not very good."

Qin Yuan put down his pen slowly, looked at it for a while, and there seemed to be a momentary smile on his ice-cold face.

"Not only is it vulgar, but it's also very bad." Ruan Qingmu "tsk" a few times, then suddenly picked up a fine brush and added small characters on the scroll on the picture.

Qin Yuan's expression froze, and he scolded unbearably: "Are you crazy? Wipe it off quickly."

Ruan Qingmu glanced at him: "I'm the one reading the book, what do you care about me?"

Qin Yuan reached for the rag: "Don't mess around. You really deserve a beating."

Ruan Qingmu feigned anger, and suddenly snatched the rag from his hand: "Don't touch me!"

……

At the gate of Class 9, two girls saw Ruan Qingmu and Qin Yuan leaving, so they leaned in quietly.

"Quick, they're leaving!" Tang Tiantian pulled Niu Xiaoqing and ran to the back, "Look at the finished product!"

The two of them stood in front of the blackboard, looking at the hearty painting, and then at the doggerel written like hooks, they were completely stunned.

Niu Xiaoqing rubbed her eyes: "This, this..."

She suddenly grabbed Tang Tiantian's arm firmly: "Pinch me, quick!"

Tang Tiantian stared blankly at the blackboard, and then whispered for a long time: "Xiaoqing, tell me, can we take the first place in the blackboard competition on Monday?"

Niu Xiaoqing's eyes widened suddenly, and she approached the blackboard: "What is written in this album?"

Tang Tiantian hurried to join him, and when he saw it clearly, the faces of the two girls blushed.

Niu Xiaoqing was ruthless, picked up the rag, and wanted to wipe off the small script: "I don't know if I can get the first place, but if I keep these words, I will definitely not!"

Tang Tiantian hurriedly pulled her back: "Will it be bad if you just wipe it off? How about—"

She thought for a while, picked up her phone and took several pictures, then deliberately stood back, took a panoramic view, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Now wipe it! After wiping it, write another one."

……

When Ruan Qingmu got home, it was just in time for dinner.

Mu Wanli cooked a table full of dishes, and greeted everyone happily: "Come, let's eat together!"

There are only three people in "Beauty's Massage for the Blind". The blind girl Xiao Yun and the male technician Xiao Zheng both live here. When Ruan Qingmu lives in school, the three eat together.

Today, when my son returned home after living in school for the first time, Mu Wanli prepared twice as many dishes as usual, and was telling the two young people: "As usual, there are two dishes in the place where there are meat dishes, and there are also vegetarian dishes in the old place. The soup is right in the middle—don't serve the soup yourself, I'll do it."

After explaining to the two employees, she graciously put food into Ruan Qingmu's bowl: "Come on, you can't eat enough in the cafeteria, hurry up and make up for it, a week at a time."

Ruan Qingmu ate the food obediently: "Yeah, it's delicious, the cafeteria is really bad, it's nutritious, but it's tasteless."

This week has been really hard, Mu Wanli's living expenses were generously distributed by him in red envelopes, making it difficult for three meals a day.

By the way, I invited Qin Yuan out for a meal of steamed buns, which cost 28 yuan!

He checked it online, and it was really cheating—this steamed stuffed bun shop hidden in the back alley of Experiment No. [-] Middle School was actually a local Internet celebrity, and was listed by some food bloggers as "Top Ten Must-Go Food Snacks in XX City" ", it's no wonder the boss dares to set the price like this, and the business is still going well.

Although he had never worried about money in his previous life, but now he can't hold back his face if he asks this mother for money.

Do you want to think about how to make some money in the future?He was stuffing braised pork into his mouth while thinking casually.

"By the way, there are no customers today?" He looked at the empty massage room and said casually.

On Saturdays, regular customers from the neighborhood always come more often. Xiao Zheng and Xiao Yun usually take turns to eat at mealtimes, so it is rare to be able to gather at the same table today.

Xiaoyun pursed her lips and smiled, but said nothing.

Just as Xiao Zheng was about to speak, Mu Wanli quickly tapped her chopsticks: "Ahem! It's good to have fewer people. There are people all day long, and my back is sore and my legs are sore."

Ruan Qingmu looked up at her, but said nothing.

"Mu Mu, read your books carefully. At critical moments, the family will definitely create a good environment for you!" Mu Wanli rolled up her sleeves, "From this semester onwards, our house has been fixed. We will welcome fewer people on Saturdays and Sundays, and try to be quiet. !"

After finishing the meal, Mu Wanli quickly picked up a lot of bowls and chopsticks and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Ruan Qingmu looked at his mother's back, and asked Xiao Zheng in a low voice: "What's the matter? My mother doesn't allow guests to come to the door?"

"Well, Sister Mu told several regular customers yesterday that they are not allowed to come on Saturday night and Sunday."

Ruan Qingmu raised her eyebrows: "What is a regular customer? That old man, Old Li, still comes here usually?"

That old brat who messes around every day!

Xiao Zheng smiled: "Isn't your mother afraid that you will hit someone again?"

Xiaoyun groped and walked to the water dispenser next to her, poured a glass of water, and sat opposite Ruan Qingmu, her out-of-focus eyes couldn't find their place, and after a long time, her lips moved lightly: "Actually, Old Li is quite a nice guy." of."

Ruan Qingmu suddenly raised her head: "What?"

Xiaoyun's voice became even softer: "He...he didn't really do anything, I know it."

Ruan Qingmu couldn't answer the conversation anymore, he stood up depressed and walked into the kitchen.

There are very old residents in the old building, and the design is not reasonable. The kitchen is small and not sunny, and the light is on, and there is not enough light.

Mu Wanli stood by the pool, quickly brushing the dishes and pots under the current. Unlike the hands of women of this age, her hands are not only not old, but also delicate and white, looking extremely young.

I have given people massages and back openings all year round, and soaked my hands in creams and essential oils. Although fatigue and fatigue are common, the skin is really good.

"Mom, do you still have the hawthorn pot helmet from last time at home? The one you brought me last time, the meringue with hawthorn stuffing in it?"

Mu Wanli turned around in surprise: "Do you like food? I'll buy it for you tomorrow. I bought it at the pastry shop next to the street."

Ruan Qingmu nodded: "Well, my classmate likes to eat."

The last time I put a few on Qin Yuan's table, they were immediately put away. Ordinarily, he should also like the taste of hawthorn in his previous life?

Mu Wanli was very happy: "Okay, I'll bring you some more."

My son has really changed a lot recently. It seems that he has never had any friends before, but now he can remember to bring things to his classmates and learn to build a good relationship?

"Also—you don't have to tell the guests not to come, I have no other intention." Ruan Qingmu considered her words, and said carefully, "I got angry last time, it's definitely not that our family's business is not good."

Mu Wanli's subordinates moved a little slower: "I know, I know, don't think about it!"

Ruan Qingmu breathed a sigh of relief: "Xiao Zheng and Sister Yun both rely on this salary, so it's not good if they are not asked to start work on weekends."

Mu Wanli turned her head blankly and glanced at her son.

In the past, this child would sneak into his own room as soon as he got home, and when he saw Xiao Zheng and Xiao Yun, they also had gloomy faces, why did he take the initiative to think for others today?

Ruan Qingmu stretched out her hand to help her squeeze the rushing water down a bit: "As long as you don't call Lao Li so annoying, that's fine."

Mu Wanli secretly glanced at her son, hesitated for a moment: "Actually...Old Li is not too bad."

Ruan Qingmu's face turned a little cold: "Oh?"

Mu Wanli sighed softly: "A person like Lao Li, who has been single all his life and never married a wife, is ugly and poor, and he is still cowardly."

She slowly washed the dishes: "You don't know about Xiaoyun's family. She has a dumb younger brother in the countryside—that's the only family member. No one can live without the other."

Ruan Qingmu took a breath: "How could this happen?"

"Her mother was abducted and trafficked. She was a disabled person. She gave birth to two dolls with problems, and then committed suicide for some unknown reason. Xiaoyun's father was also seriously ill, and her younger brother also died not long after he was born." Mu Wanli said calmly, "Although there are relatives, no one is willing to raise two more disabled children at once."

Ruan Qingmu frowned and listened.

Mu Wanli paused: "Siblings can't be separated anymore, and they can't rely on their relatives to support them for a lifetime. There's no way, she came out to work and wanted to save some money so that she could send her brother to a school for the deaf and mute in the future. .”

Ruan Qingmu took the stack of dishes she had washed, helped to control the water, and bent down to put them in the cupboard: "Well, I need to go to school, and it's good to be able to read and write and count."

"Last time my hometown suddenly called, saying that her younger brother was hospitalized with acute myocarditis and asked for money. I just paid the whole year's social security for the whole store a few days ago. She knew I had no money, so she was embarrassed to ask me to borrow it. Xiao Zheng made some, but it's still not enough."

Ruan Qingmu listened quietly.The original owner of the previous body had never paid attention to these things, and he didn't know.

"It happened that old Li came to have a massage. When he heard about it, he didn't say a word. He went back and took all his savings of 2 yuan and gave it to Xiaoyun." Mu Wanli looked at her son, wondering if he could really understand.

"They didn't ask for an IOU, and they didn't ask for anything." Mu Wanli smiled, with a look of disappointment in her usually sharp eyebrows, "I'm just an old bachelor, just sneaking a leg or something. People don't think about anything else."

Seeing that her son didn't show disgust, she finally went all out: "Xiaoyun didn't dare to ask for it, and asked how to repay it. Old Li was in a hurry, saying that he was not a beast, so what kind of repayment would he want for such a thing."

Ruan Qingmu was silent for a while, and finally sighed.

He looked at Mu Wanli with a gentle expression: "I understand, Mom."

He thought for a while, then asked in a low voice: "Mom, that one with the wretched arms, do you like him?"

Mu Wanli's face turned red, she raised her wet hand, and slapped him hard on the forehead: "What are you talking about! My mother is seven or eight years older than him. He has a crush on me, but I still don't like him." Woolen cloth."

Ruan Qingmu didn't dodge, and suffered from her brain collapse: "Okay, then I can rest assured, next time he comes, I will hit him every time I see him."

Mu Wanli was angry and anxious: "Don't make trouble, she is a guest!"

Ruan Qingmu looked at her with a smile, and called softly: "Mom."

Mu Wanli looked at him helplessly: "What's wrong?"

"If you find someone you can trust and like, you should get married." Ruan Qingmu stretched out her hand and helped her mother pin a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'll get it right away, and I won't object."

Mu Wanli stared blankly at the strange son, her eyes suddenly turned red.

She lowered her head in a concealed manner, and silently wiped the kitchen countertop.After a long time, he cursed rudely: "What are you talking about. If your old ghost hears this, he won't jump out of the urn to pooh you!"

Ruan Qingmu turned around with a smile, and waved her hands behind her: "You don't have to marry if you don't want to, I will support you for the rest of your life."