A good man dies because of color control

Chapter 21 Pears

It was really impolite to ask this question, Chen Bingjue changed his words in a polite manner, "That's right, I want to do a little activity in the studio recently, that is, I will draw a picture for you with your children."

Liu Yuechan looked at Liu Huashan who was bowing his head beside Chen Bingjue's legs, and said, "Okay."

Chen Bingjue said, "That's great. When will Mr. Liu be free? It will take about half an hour to an hour to paint a portrait."

"Tomorrow."

Chen Bingjue said hello.

The next day Liu Yuechan arrived at the studio on time, Liu Huashan obediently followed behind him, totally different from his usual mischievous appearance.

Liu Yuechan wore a pure white casual jacket and light gray trousers on his lower body. His whole body was spotlessly clean, and he looked completely ignorant of human fireworks.

In fact, Liu Yuechan really does not eat fireworks.

From Liu Huashan's mouth, Chen Bingjue heard the following information:

1. Liu Huashan has no mother, Liu Yuechan alone (with a nanny) pulls him up;

2. Liu Yuechan is a scientific researcher. I don’t know what to research specifically, but I only know that he is very NB;

3. Liu Yuechan is very cold and serious, no matter where he is at any time;

There is nothing more, Liu Huashan and his father are not close at all, not at all, not at all.Liu Yuechan seldom eats at home, and it is rare to come back to eat with Liu Huashan once, and Liu Huashan should at least eat half a bowl less.

For a foodie whose nature is to eat, half a bowl is really a lot, which is enough to show Liu Huashan's fear of his father.

So when painting, Liu Yuechan sat upright and solemnly across from him, and Liu Huashan also stood upright and solemnly sitting in front of the drawing board with a paintbrush, while Chen Bingjue, an outsider, leaned on the back of the chair relaxedly.

Chen Bingjue couldn't help laughing as he watched the two people, one big and one small, sitting seriously facing each other.

Liu Yuechan glanced at him, and if he was not mistaken, there was a hint of blame in his eyes.

Chen Bingjue sat up straight and pretended to cough twice, and said, "Let's get started."

When it comes to painting with children, of course it is impossible to paint together. Instead, the children will write, and Chen Bingjue will be on the side to guide them, and then intervene in two strokes when necessary.

Chen Bingjue took this opportunity to look at Liu Yuechan.

Ah, it really looks better the more you look at it.

Five or ten minutes passed quickly. Liu Huashan jumped off the stool and rubbed his sore hands.Chen Bingjue took down the half-dried painting and handed it to Liu Yuechan, "Be careful with the paint."

Liu Yuechan took the painting and said dryly, "The painting is not bad."

Chen Bingjue rolled his eyes with a smile.

He clearly saw that Liu Yuechan had taken the painting, so he kept holding it very carefully.

Those who don't know how to express love.

He sent Liu Yuechan and Liu Huashan out, and it happened that several housewives also came to pick up their children. Chen Bingjue told them about the portrait painting, and they readily accepted it.

At the beginning, I didn't intend to do this...but I have to do a full set of acting, and I can only fill in the hole I dug in order to hook up with the beauty silently.

On the second day, parents came to draw one after another. At five o'clock, Chen Bingjue and the children had finished drawing three people together. The parents were very satisfied with what the children said.

Chen Bingjue is also very satisfied. Even if the children's brushwork is rough and the paintings are chaotic, they are really painting with great care. It is more beautiful than all the famous paintings in the world.

He sent the three parents to the door, and one of the housewives looked not far away and said disgustedly, "Oh, why are you here again."

Another housewife also looked over, "Oh, it's been around for a few days, let someone drive him away."

Several people chattered a few words, Chen Bingjue looked over and found that they were talking about a homeless man.

The homeless man was tall, wearing dirty, tattered clothes that could not be seen from the original material, squatting by the wall at the corner of the street.

Chen Bingjue glanced at it and didn't care, but saw that he hadn't left yet at dinner, so he gave him a steamed bun.

It rained heavily at night, Chen Bingjue took a flashlight to look at the corner of the street, and found that the homeless man was still there, curled up like a stone.

Chen Bingjue thought for a while, then put on his raincoat, picked up his umbrella, and walked over.

It was raining heavily, and the sound of hitting the ground and the umbrella was deafening. Chen Bingjue almost shouted to talk to the homeless man.

"Hello! Do you need to go to my place to take shelter from the rain?"

Chen Bingjue yelled three times in a row, and the homeless man seemed to have just realized it, moved his body slowly, and raised his head.

His hair was probably a little long since it hadn't been cut for a long time, and it was sticky to his scalp with the heavy rain. Although the rain was fierce, it also washed away a lot of dirt that had remained on his body for an unknown period of time.

The dirt on his face was also sparsely beaten, revealing the face of a tramp.

Chen Bingjue thought about many possibilities of meeting Jiang Zhili again.

Maybe Jiang Zhili brought someone back and said he was going to arrest him, or he broke his leg directly in anger, or maybe he thought that Chen Bingjue was nothing more than that, so he dismissed him as before...

But he never thought that it was like this now.

Chen Bingjue tightened his grip on the handle of the umbrella.

what happened?Is this really Jiang Zhili?Or is it just a homeless guy who looks the same as him?

He knelt down and called his name, "Jiang Zhili."

The homeless man didn't respond.

Chen Bingjue said, "Do you know what your name is? Is your name Jiang Zhili?"

The homeless man still didn't respond, just looked at him with blank eyes.

Silly?

Chen Bingjue decided not to bother him anymore, dropped his umbrella and turned to leave, but the homeless man slowly got up and followed behind him silently.

Chen Bingjue took two steps forward, he also took two steps forward, Chen Bingjue stopped, and he also stopped, until finally he reached the door of Chen Bingjue's studio, Chen Bingjue turned to look at him.

"Can you understand me? Just nod if you understand."

The tramp responded and nodded slowly.

"Are you going to come in to shelter from the rain?"

The tramp shook his head.

"Then what do you want to do?"

The tramp didn't move.

Chen Bingjue went into the house and shut the homeless man out.

He took two steps forward and walked to the bedroom. There was a burst of thunder in the air. Chen Bingjue stopped to listen to the afterglow of the rumbling thunder, and then ran to the room to get an old coat.

But when he opened the door, he saw the homeless man lying on the ground.

Chen Bingjue fought with heaven and man for a while, seeing the blushing and pained look of the homeless man, he probably had a fever, so he pulled him in.

The homeless man was so dirty, even Chen Bingjue could smell the smell from across the room, and Chen Bingjue didn't even want to give him his own thermometer.

So Chen Bingjue put on a raincoat, pushed the man into the bathroom, let the homeless man drag his clothes and stand in the bathroom, and started to charge the homeless man with the shower head.

Regardless of whether you have a fever or not, clean it first.

Chen Bingjue didn't know whether he brought people in with Jiang Zhili's face, or his natural empathy for homeless orphans and the like. In short, after washing people clean, Chen Bingjue was completely sure. 90.00% of the homeless people who come from nowhere are Jiang Zhili.

Unless Jiang Zhili concealed that he also has a twin brother.

But facing his blank and unresponsive face, Chen Bingjue really couldn't match Jiang Zhili.

Chen Bingjue put a camp bed for him in the middle of the studio, which was bought temporarily when Shang Le came to live, and then gave him antipyretics to let him sleep.

But he suddenly pointed to the fruit next to him, "Pear... pear... pear..."

Chen Bingjue looked over in surprise. It was a plate of fruit that he prepared when he was painting still lifes for the children, and there was a pear in it.

"Would you like a pear?"

The homeless man shook his head and said, "Pear... pear... I... pear..."

Chen Bingjue understood, "You mean, your name is Lizi?"

Pear nodded.

Chen Bingjue said, "Well, okay, Lizi, go to sleep."

Lizi seemed to have finally completed a major event, she lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The fever-reducing medicine worked very well. When Chen Bingjue got up and went downstairs the next day, Lizi's fever had subsided. There was no class on Wednesday morning. Chen Bingjue made white porridge and porridge, and ate it with Lizi.

After eating, he asked Li Zi, "Do you have any family?"

Lizi looked at him without responding.

Chen Bingjue changed the question, "Where do you live?"

Lizi thought for a while, "Wall... wall... wall..."

Chen Bingjue frowned, "Forget it, take off your clothes first, and I'll give you medicine."

Yesterday when he was taking a bath for Lizi, he found out that Lizi's body was covered with injuries of various sizes, although they were not fatal, but the bruises looked scary.

Pears did not respond.

Chen Bingjue said patiently, "I said undress, take off." As Chen Bingjue said, he took off his clothes.

Only after receiving Chen Bingjue's signal, Lizi stretched out her hand tentatively and took off her clothes.

I couldn't see clearly yesterday in the bathroom because of the poor light, but now I can see it during the day, and there are so many injuries on Lizi's body that it almost covers her whole body.

But it should be all fist and foot injuries, but I don't know if there are any bone injuries.

Chen Bingjue tried to make Lizi do a few movements, and asked him if it hurt, Lizi shook his head.

It was probably just a flesh wound.

Chen Bingjue sighed and began to rub the medicine on him.

Lizi lay quietly on the camp bed, and it took Chen Bingjue more than ten minutes to apply the medicine to him. Lizi's eyes slowly turned to Chen Bingjue's body.

"Know...know...know..."

Chen Bingjue looked at him suspiciously.

"You... I... know... you..."

Chen Bingjue pointed to himself, "You know me?"

Pear nodded.

"Familiar...familiar...familiar..."

"Familiar with me?"

Pear continued to nod.

"Then do you know who I am?"

Pear shook her head.

Chen Bingjue put away the medicine.

Lizi put on her clothes and got up from the bed, "No... let's go... no... don't go... do... know... work... help... work... you..."

Chen Bingjue asked tentatively, "You mean, if you don't leave, you can stay here and help me with my work?"

Pear nodded.

Chen Bingjue fell silent as he looked at the face that belonged to Jiang Zhili.

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