The realm of burying the pen [Quick Transmigration]

After closing the door, Tu Yangcai laughed out loud, "It's interesting that she looks crazy."

An easel stood in the center of the master bedroom. Tu Yangcai walked to the center, glanced at the painting on the easel, and felt happier:

"I'm afraid she can't imagine that the painting is not in the studio at all."

The drawing paper that had just been put into his pocket was taken out again by Tu Yangcai.

Tu Yangcai opened the drawing paper, looked at the easel for a long while, then thoughtfully put away the drawing paper, went to the desk and sat down.

"It seems to have given me some new inspiration."

Tu Yangcai took out the sketchbook and jotted down the fragments of inspiration.

Half an hour later, Tu Yangcai stretched his body, leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest, but suddenly remembered the phone call he received in the studio in the afternoon, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Yangcai, New Year's Day is coming, do you want to come to the city and get together with us? Your brother misses you a lot too."

To Tu Yangcai's ears, the warm greetings from his mother were full of calculations.

What they want to express is clearly another level of meaning, but they hypocritically decorate their words in order to whitewash the peace, but she is different from them, so she never minds taking the initiative to expose the disguise in their words.

"It's not that he misses me, it's that he's short of paintings again."

Paintings cannot pass through other people's hands, and inviting her to a reunion in the city is just to let her bring the paintings there in person.

"How can you say that about your brother? You are his biological sister. Why is it strange that brother misses his sister?"

She has long been used to her mother's tone of voice that would change instantly when someone said that her brother was not good.

Conversations between their mother and daughter always ended badly, so the calls became fewer and shorter.

"...I'm busy painting new paintings. Not only do I have no time to go to the city on New Year's Day, but also during the Spring Festival. So don't call me anymore."

The custom of returning to their hometown during the Chinese New Year did not exist in the world of her mother and brother. After moving to the city for more than ten years, the number of times they came back can be counted on the fingers.

"Every time I ask you, you are busy with new paintings... Success! Your brother will hold a new solo exhibition early next year, and you will have to re-examine your eyes. You should stay in your hometown and concentrate on painting, but you must come to the city immediately after the new work is completed. meet us here."

I have to go to the city immediately to send you the new work that has just been released, otherwise I won’t be able to get the money for eye treatment.

She was sure that what she heard in her ears was like this.

"...I'm hanging up for nothing else."

"You child! You don't even want to talk to Mom!"

"...I'm in the studio right now, and I won't be inspired if we continue talking."

"That's good, that's good, remember what I said just now, it's best not to spend March."

"…bye."

"Beep...beep..."

Alas, when will such a farce come to an end?

Recalling the content of the call, Tu Yangcai became depressed.

...Does she have to follow the method that person said, in order to have a chance to turn things around and a life that is completely resolute with this family relationship that is tasteless and a pity to discard?

With a thought, Tu Yangcai took off the key and opened a sealed drawer, and then took out a digital camera from it.

In the guest bedroom on the other side, Gu Yu, who was practicing the 'primary school student version' Ambilight Pen, suddenly received a system reminder that the happiness value increased.

She trembled all over when she heard the sound, and immediately let go of the pen: "My God, it must be because of the sudden increase in happiness value of the painting I just drew, right?"

Gu Yu couldn't think of anything that Tu Yangcai could do to increase his happiness by staying in the master bedroom alone, and thinking of the precedent of Lian Ruo, he felt more credible.

Tu Yangcai's mouth is a bit poisonous, but she is actually a good person... even a little stupid, so stupid that she accepted the unequal treaties proposed by her mother and brother.

But I'm not one to change my mind... am I?

Thinking of Shang Heyan in the real world, Gu Yu hesitated.

It took her so many years to fail to forget Shang Heyan, but she relaxed her bottom line so quickly when she came to the realm of burying her pen, and accepted a new relationship.

Although she would never see Shang Heyan again if she was stuck in the situation of burying her pen, and it would be meaningless to worry about it, but she chose to be with Lian Ruo at the beginning because she had a good impression of Lian Ruo.

To Tu Yangcai, she doesn't seem to be really annoying...why is that so?

Could it be that her nature is like this, because she chose science in high school, university and job entry are all related to computers, so she didn't show it because she saw fewer girls?

Gu Yu fell into deep self-doubt.

As if to prove that he is not a half-hearted person, Gu Yu hurriedly picked up the mobile phone at the side, selected the photo album, and planned to look at the photo of himself and Lian Ruo for self-reflection.

However, as soon as she zoomed in on the group photo, she flung her phone away in panic.

The light on the phone screen was still on, and I saw a pair of crystal clear and slender eyes in the group photo where Lian Ruo's face could not be seen clearly.

Hit a ghost? !No...it must be Xiaobu!What the hell is it doing!

Gu Yu was terrified, and patted her chest to calm down her heartbeat for a long time before getting up and picking up the phone she had thrown on the quilt.

Huh?Lianlian doesn't seem to have this kind of eye shape...why does it look so familiar?

This... This... Isn't this Ruifengyan!

Gu Yu had only seen one person with Ruifeng eyes, combined with the straight hairstyle in the photo, she suddenly thought of a possibility.Panic, timidity mixed with a hint of excitement, instantly devoured all her senses.

——Practice handwriting, what kind of color do you use?

With a flash of inspiration, Gu Yu came back to his senses and zoomed in on Lian Ruobi V's hand in the group photo for a long time.

It wasn't until he found a small mole on the palm that didn't belong to Lian Ruo through the crevices of his bent fingers that Gu Yu grabbed the phone, threw himself on the bed, and buried his flushed face deeply in the quilt.

It turned out that she was not the only one who came to the land of burying the pen, and it turned out that the person she liked...has not changed at all.

As the end of the year approaches, the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year gradually becomes stronger, and villagers in the village also begin to choose a good day to kill pigs for the New Year.

The growing taste of the New Year has not infected the wealthiest family in the village, and the owner of the house is even mentally prepared to spend the lively festival alone.

Tu Yangcai rarely left the studio today and came to the restaurant for dinner. After enjoying her lunch quietly, she suddenly asked Gu Yu who was still eating:

"Where is your hometown? I'll give you the holidays for New Year's Day and Spring Festival. If it's close, you can go home when you have time."

"...My hometown?" Gu Yu swallowed the food in his mouth, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, "My hometown...is abroad, and I don't have to go back for New Year's Day or Spring Festival."

There is a cheater to help her lie, even if it is false, she will tell the truth.

Tu Yangcai was surprised by the answer, but she had no intention of verifying its authenticity. Instead, she asked, "You mean... you want to spend the holidays with me?" She was used to spending the holidays alone.

"Yes! Can you?"

Gu Yu was uncharacteristic this time, and simply admitted it. After she finished speaking, her ears burned unconsciously.

Of course, such changes cannot escape the eyes of the painter who is good at observing. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Tu Yangcai slightly raised his glasses, and his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he looked directly at Gu Yu: "You don't... really love me secretly, do you?"

A student who graduated from an art major is not surprised by anything she sees, but if the thing she teased as a joke turns out to be true, she still needs some time to think about it, not to mention that she and Gu Yu haven't known each other for too long.

And before confirming her intentions, she had to keep a safe distance from Gu Yu.

Hearing Tu Yangcai's straightforward question, Gu Yu's face also burned up: "You can... think so."

In Gu Yu's eyes, Tu Yangcai is no longer a simple target, but her only target.

Although she hasn't had the chance to ask Xiaobu why Tu Yangcai's personality has such a big contrast, and why Tu Yangcai is not the original appearance and does not have the original memory, but she already has the confidence to assert that Lian Ruo and Tu Yangcai are actually Shang Heyan. .

"Then you made a deal with me, maybe it's because of..."

After realizing that the joke was true, Tu Yangcai couldn't say anything later, and a feeling of embarrassment surged into her heart, which was even more turbulent than when she heard Xue Ying asked her to exchange paintings for fees.

"I'm going up, you wash the dishes."

Tu Yangcai pushed the stool away, hurriedly left a word, and rushed to the stairs.

Does this count as her regaining her dominant position?

It was the first time that Gu Yu saw Tu Yangcai running away from the wilderness, and besides the novelty, he was suddenly amused.

"Sister Cai, you haven't answered me yet, can I spend New Year's Day and Spring Festival with you!"

Gu Yu yelled at Tu Yangcai's back.

"You stay by yourself!"

Tu Yangcai didn't even look back, and disappeared at the stairs in the blink of an eye.