The vicious supporting actress is the heroine's favorite

Jin Geru, what a nice name, Du Qingqing was very satisfied.

She smiled, feeling very excited that she had tricked Su Jimian, then she blinked and told her very kindly: "In the future, you can call me..."

Before Geru could say those two words, Su Jimian suddenly stood up slowly.

As if there was something urgent to do, he took out his mobile phone to look at it, and said after a while: "Sorry, I have something else to do, so I'll go back first."

There wasn't even a hint of a smile on her face, as if the person with bright eyes and a smile on her lips just now wasn't her.

Du Qingqing was stunned when she saw it, thinking that she had accidentally touched one of Su Jimian's reverse scales again.

Are you so fickle!

She paused, seeing that Su Ji Mian had turned around to leave, she couldn't help asking again: "Shall I see you off?"

"No need." Su Jimian responded, without looking at her again from the beginning to the end, frowning tightly, with a cold expression, "It's getting late, Miss Jin should go back to rest early."

She even called her Miss Jin... So it doesn't seem to make any difference whether it's Jin Ruge or Jin Geru with her.

When Du Qingqing realized this, her small face immediately collapsed.

"Then take it easy." She sighed, afraid that Su Jimian would find her annoying, she didn't dare to catch up with her after all, she just sat in the car window and waved at her.

He kept staring at his back, and finally retracted his gaze when he could no longer see it.

After a long while, I even sighed with the system in my heart: "I'm like a licking dog."

System: "Did you just see it?"

Du Qingqing: "?"

System: "Everyone in the world has seen it."

Du Qingqing: "..."

"I don't want to either." She sighed, checked her instrument in the car mirror, and then stepped on the gas pedal to go home, "The main thing is that if I don't die, I will die. What can I do?"

"It's all because of the dog's script!" She said, feeling very heartbroken, and even wrote a poem with the system on the way home to express her anger.

After finishing it, I felt that I had written it well, so I asked the system to help me print it out, and I quickly clipped it into my employee handbook as soon as I entered the room.

And attach the title "Feelings on Licking Dogs on August [-]th".

Not bad.

Du Qingqing was very satisfied. She stared at the poem, but felt that it was not rigorous after a while, so she simply swiped a pen and wrote another one after the title.

system:"???"

Looking at this situation, there will be two, three, four in the future.

What if you want to publish a collection of poems!

The system was so powerless to complain, it was silent for a while, and then simply took out the small notebook it used for supervision, frowning, and recorded on it again: a work-related injury.

I always feel that the host's head is broken.

When I go back, I have to take her to the brain department first...

Du Qingqing went to bed very early today, and even had a beautiful dream. She almost woke up from the dream several times, but she didn't know that there were still many sleepless people in this city.

Su Jimian is one of them.

For the first time tonight, she didn't go back to the dormitory, but went home.

Although I haven't returned home for almost the whole summer vacation, this home is still the same, no different from what I remember, with dark walls, the smell of medicine wafting around, the father lying on the bed, and the mother who is always frowning.

Su Jimian's movement to open the door was very light, and her voice was the same. She stood at the door of the bedroom and said softly, "I'm back."

As soon as the words fell, the mother's eyes lit up quickly.

"Why did you come back?" she said, and quickly stepped out to meet her, "Why didn't you answer the phone I called you just now? Are you too busy?"

"Yes." Su Jimian nodded, subconsciously parting her lips as if to say something.

But before she could say anything, she saw the mother in front of her nodded slightly: "It's good to be busy. If you are busy, you can earn more, and your father's medical expenses will be covered."

"And your brother." She sighed, stretched out her hand to pinch Su Jimian's wrist, and frowned tightly, "School will start soon, and his tuition fee..."

"I know." Su Jimian pursed her lips in response, and nodded slightly after a while. Before she finished speaking, she consciously reached into her bag, and when she took it out again, there was an envelope in her hand, which was very bulging. A lot of red tickets.

Mother's eyes lit up again.

"We have worked hard for Mianmian." She said, took the envelope and roughly counted it, turned around and opened the drawer to put the money away, then turned around again, and asked her, "Have you eaten yet?"

"There are still a few dishes in the refrigerator that I haven't finished eating. I just fried them at noon. How about I warm them up for you?"

"No need." Hearing this, Su Ji Mian shook his head, his eyes flicked aside, "I ate it."

"I still have something to do." She said, and turned around quickly, "I'll go back first, you guys should rest early."

After finishing speaking, the person had already walked to the door, and the sound of closing the door was heard after a while.

The night wind is really a bit cold today.

Su Jimian tightened his clothes a little, caught the last bus and went back to the dormitory, then picked up the bucket of noodles and soaked it for himself, just finished eating the soup and hot water, the exhaustion that had been shrouded in the body finally Dissipated quite a bit.

Then she stood up again.

Now it's summer vacation, and the students have basically gone back. The whole dormitory building is surprisingly quiet, and even the sound of breathing can be heard clearly.

When people are unhappy, staying in such an environment will lead to depression.

Go do something else.

Thinking of this, Su Jimian then bent down, picked up the drawing board and shelf placed on the screen under the bed, picked up the drawing tools, pushed open the dormitory door again and walked out.

He came to a nearby park with ease, set up the board, put the mat down, took a deep breath and sat down.

There are quite a lot of people today.

Su Jimian raised his eyes and looked around for a while, then tore off a piece of paper and pasted it on the back of the drawing board, and wrote: Sketches of characters, twenty for each sheet.

Therefore, there is far more than one way to make money, and you can make money with a little craftsmanship.

The craftsman Su Jimian expressed his satisfaction, and then he clamped a piece of paper, took a brush, and slowly sketched an outline on it.

It is a woman's face, the facial lines are very delicate, one point less will make you thin, and one point more will make you fat. It is really standard and just right.

After the face is drawn, it's the eyes.

Those eyes are really beautiful, with long eyelashes, and the corners of the eyes are slightly raised. When you are not smiling, it seems that there is still water flowing inside. It looks restrained and dignified, which makes people hold their breath unconsciously.

But as long as she smiles, the water will instantly turn into a clear spring, full of vibrancy, clarity, and warm waves.

What an amazing person.

Su Jimian smiled, devoting himself to creation, and after a while a lifelike painting appeared in front of his eyes.

She stared at the painting for a long time, picked up a pen after a while, and carefully wrote the words "Jin Ruge" on it.

After finishing writing, I realized something was wrong, so I raised the corners of my mouth and shook my head slightly, crossed out the words I just wrote, and changed it to "Jin Geru."

I don't know when my mood suddenly became better, and even the hand feel also improved.

Su Jimian nodded, put the painting into his backpack, got up and went to the back of the drawing board, tore off the piece of paper that was pasted just now, and put a new one on it——

Character sketches, thirty for each sheet.

After a while, craftsman Su Jimian laughed.

But he nodded in satisfaction, coughed lightly, and sat down on the mat again.

Craftsmen also have to eat, so...it is a little bit more to earn a little bit.