I was as innocent as you

Qu Shen lay in the hospital for another day, and his body temperature was finally under control. The doctor repeatedly told him to pay attention not to freeze or cover himself all the time, and then let him go.Zhai Yanghao went home with his sick number.In fact, Qu Shen seldom agrees to Zhai Yanghao going to him, and Zhai Yanghao has no objection, after all, it is impossible for him to take Qu Shen to his home, which is not fair.

Qu Shen is not used to living in unfinished houses, and he is also afraid of old houses that show signs of dilapidation. He used to live in such houses when he was still working in the company, and he had to turn on the lights every night to barely fall asleep.After working in the Academy of Fine Arts, he was a little more comfortable. He spent two-thirds of his salary to rent a well-decorated room of more than [-] square meters, with white furniture, wooden floors, pastoral green checkered sofas and curtains, lining It is covered with white gauze, lavender and deep purple mattresses, and a small white carpet beside the bed. It is simple and elegant, and there is an indescribable tranquility when the sun shines in.

"I'll stay with you for a while." Zhai Yanghao said, squatting down to help him untie his shoelaces.

"How can I do that? My place is too small, there is no place for you to live in." Qu Shen was still tightly wrapped in a scarf and hat, standing there chubby.

Zhai Yanghao concentrated on fighting the dead knot on the shoelaces that Qu Shen had tied himself. Qu Shen looked down at him, and suddenly raised his toes and swayed from side to side to interfere with his work.

Di Yanghao immediately pinned his toes and clicked his tongue impatiently.The shoelaces were pulled loose, Zhai Yanghao picked him up, kicked off his shoes, walked to the bed, leaned over and carefully let the patient fall safely on the soft mattress.

"I'll sleep on the sofa for two days first, and then I'll think about other things when you get well." He kissed the tip of his nose that was red from the cold.

His gray cashmere scarf was hanging down, and his slim black corduroy suit was gay and handsome. Finally, a little fascination appeared in Qu Shen's eyes, and he grabbed his scarf.

Zhai Yanghao hugged him for a while, feeling that he was getting hot again, he immediately reacted, and said angrily: "You are still covering him so tightly after you go home, quickly take off your clothes!"

Zhai Yanghao helped him untie the scarf, took off his shoes and carried them away, took a few picture albums for Qu Shen to read when he was bored, helped him tidy up the scattered drawing boards in the room, and moved the messy paint boards to places where he could not step on them Go, then go to the restaurant to buy food.

The two ate takeaway food for several days before Zhai Yanghao realized that there was a kitchen in Qu Shen's house, and he suddenly had the idea of ​​cooking for Qu Shen.

Subjectively, Qu Shen is not picky about food. When he devotes himself to painting, he basically eats what he catches. He doesn’t pay attention to it at all. After eating a box of expired ham, he realizes that it stinks. I don’t know how many times he has done this kind of thing.But his stomach is very fragile, almost the best detector of bad food.For this reason, Zhai Yanghao blocked the small restaurant on the street in front of the community, and severely warned Qu Shen not to eat any more. Then he cleaned Qu Shen's refrigerator, violently smashed the pickles into the trash can, and banned Qu Shen from eating. Deep in the nasty sloppy behavior of eating canned food as a dish, and decided to teach Qu Shen how to use the kitchen correctly.

In fact, Zhai Yanghao has never seriously learned how to cook, nor has he had the time to learn it.But he is really very smart, and he often socializes. When he meets a dish that suits his appetite, he will always taste it carefully, analyze it and keep it in his mind. A good dish.

Qu Shen's tongue, stomach and stomach were served comfortably, his body gradually recovered, and his complexion looked much better.

Zhai Yanghao became more and more busy in the kitchen. He was shaking the spoon without a teacher, and his movements were smart and neat. Looking at the body of a prince and nobleman, he has to be served by others to be good."

Qu Shen was biting his chopsticks and waiting for the dishes to be served. Hearing this, he sneered and said, "It's a pity that I'm just a poor painter."

When Qu Shen was ill, Zhai Yanghao was determined to find someone to look at Qu Shen's paintings.Finally, someone expressed interest in Qu Shen's paintings. The other party was engaged in the comics industry. He was a student of painting, and later turned to the market. Although she was a woman, she was courageous and bold, and she was a well-known queen in her company. Can't pull it.

"Doing this job is very tiring," Her Lady Queen smoked a cigarette, "Your friend may not be able to do it, I think it's pretty good to be an art teacher."

"It was said that he was not popular in painting." Zhai Yanghao asked tentatively.

The queen pondered for a moment: "Whether the red is red or not has something to do with whether the painting is good or not, but it doesn't matter that much. There are many good standards, but the red standard is relatively limited, and it also depends on the opportunity. Now it is generally Said, the standard of red is to sell well, and selling well means that in addition to looking good, you have to have the self-consciousness to sell. Your friend, to be honest, neither of these two points is enough. "

Zhai Yanghao secretly sighed in his heart, excited for a long time in vain, it turned out to be the same verdict.

"But I like him very much," said the queen. "If he really wants to continue painting and try to make a little effort in 'red', I can let him come and play with me."

Zhai Yanghao pondered for a long time before telling Qu Shen about it, and Qu Shen's ears turned red with excitement immediately.

"But it will be very hard." Zhai Yanghao stroked his hair, deciding to ignore Her Lady Queen's words of "self-consciousness to sell" and so on.

"I'm not afraid of hard work." Qu Shen's voice was soft, but his eyes lit up, and his expression was still immature like a boy, "Then what are you afraid of?" Zhai Yanghao couldn't help teasing him again.

Qu Shen took a look at him and stopped talking.

Zhai Yanghao ran his hair silently. In fact, he always knew that what Qu Shen was most afraid of was hard work. He had been his classmate for many years, and Qu Shen's temperament was to endure hardship. He knew it best.In order to learn painting in high school, Qu Shen once bargained with his teachers and parents, saying that as long as he kept his ranking, he would be allowed to continue painting.The head teacher couldn't help but say a few words to him. Qu Shen naturally wouldn't contradict the teacher, but he seemed to be angry, and he looked like he had won the first place in the grade several times in the monthly exam.Zhai Yanghao also heard the discussion among the parents, saying that Qu Shen stayed up late every night, looking thin and weak, he could bear it.

Later, during the college entrance examination, Qu Shen did not take the art test, so he naturally failed to go to an art school as he wished. He only followed his parents' wishes and studied financial engineering.Because he went to different cities, and Qu Shen had a particularly cold personality, Zhai Yanghao had less contact with him.Fortunately, in the same class in high school, there was a girl who majored in the same major as Qu Shen. Zhai Yanghao heard her tell a lot about Qu Shen, and knew that Qu Shen still did not forget to draw when he went to college. His class schedule is very tight, even worse than the most perverted medical school schedule, but his grades are still very good.But he is too isolated from himself, does not participate in club activities, does not have much contact with classmates, and does not get close to teachers.At the end of the semester, his report card was much longer than others, and his grade points were among the best in the class, but he couldn't get a scholarship because the peer evaluation and class teacher's grades were very low, and there were no extracurricular activities.But he didn't mind, he never argued, and he didn't even attend the class meeting for scholarship evaluation.

When the girl was in her sophomore year, because she felt that the class was too tiring, she transferred to major in financial management, and Zhai Yanghao had no news about Qu Shen since then.

Sometimes when he thinks about it, he can understand why Qu Shen's parents would have such a fight with their son. With Qu Shen's professional background and achievements, if he didn't devote himself to painting, but to take care of interpersonal relationships , If you apply for a job in the financial field, you must be a leader in your class, and your parents will be proud and show off.

But in that case, Qu Shen might not belong to him anymore.

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