Plaid shirt and star armor

Fu Qianshu never expected that the first task after returning home would be to help take care of the children.

In fact, it's not a hot potato, just take the twin sisters from my cousin's house. Fu Qianshu hugged the two little girls when they were born.When this generation is catching up, it is very common to be spoiled and spoiled, but these two have no such bad habits, and they are obedient one by one - they are not big or small. I probably think that he is young and only calls Fu Qianshu "brother". Do not listen.

"It's okay to shout casually outside, but not in front of adults," Fu Qianshu tried to correct, "This is seniority."

The older sister of the two was kind-hearted: "Good brother!" Pointing to the snack stand set up under the parasol, she begged, "Brother, can we eat candied haws?"

"It's okay to share a bunch together," the younger sister whispered in a negotiating tone, "Mom is always worried about our teeth, and won't let us taste it for a long time."

Fu Qianshu was amused, waved the white flag earlier, and said, "Why don't you two have one each?"

The children happily clapped their hands and applauded. After paying the money, Fu Qianshu distributed the crystal hawthorn fruit to the two of them. Thinking that lunch was almost ready, he led them back.Just when the phone call came, as soon as he answered it, my sister jumped up and said, "I want to listen too!"

"I want me too!"

Fu Qianshu was afraid that the child would run into the main road if he didn't pay attention, so he pulled the bench and sat in the front row, so he pressed the outside and said, "Cen Jingming?"

"It's me," Cen Jingming's voice was rendered through the speaker, "what are you doing?"

In contrast, the more naughty younger sister tugged at Fu Qianshu's sleeve, leaned forward and said, "Brother, you speak so nicely!"

"Ah really, thank you."

"Did something happen?" Fu Qianshu asked.

There is a lot of business everywhere, the spring is like water, the blue sky and thin clouds are swaying, and there are layers of green leaves on the streets.Fu Qianshu still remembered that not long ago, they were clearly just sprouts.When the wind blows, the willow catkins will rain down along its direction, like rain.He patted the soft white off his head and face, and heard the chirping of children, the sounds of insects and people around him.

Such an active environment, he only felt noisy.Because of strange circumstances, Fu Qianshu felt from those words that Cen Jingming was not as happy as he expressed.

A microphone like a stethoscope should be invented.So that he could be at the other end and hear the beating of the heart and all the joys and sorrows.

"No, I just miss you." Cen Jingming paused, and said directly to the little girl, "Who are you? Is Xiaoshu playing games with you?"

The little girl gave her name without thinking, and laughed so much that she tossed her braids and said, "I'm my brother's girlfriend, and we're dating in the park!"

"It sounds very romantic." Cen Jingming coughed twice, but was still laughing.

Only this time did Fu Qianshu hear a few sporadic words in the commotion: "Are you in the hospital again?"

"Don't worry, I'm just here to do something."

"Then what happened to your throat just now?"

Cen Jingming was silent for a moment, and said, "It's just choking on cigarettes."

Hehe, the twin sister grabbed him and said solemnly: "Big brother is not good, the teacher said that smoking is harmful to your health!"

"That's right," Cen Jingming said in a gloomy voice, "so you have to supervise your boyfriend well."

"Tch, I'm her sister!"

Fu Qianshu interrupted at the right time: "Or I'll—"

"Then I'll hang up first." He blocked Fu Qianshu's words with a smile, "I'll contact you later, it's fun."

Depend on!Fu Qianshu listened dully to the beeping busy tone, it was so weird, Cen Jingming's behavior of telling half and covering half!

"Go, go home," he said.

The two eccentric girls also noticed that he was depressed, and they kept silent for a long time. The elder sister, whose mouth was still stained with sugar residue, tugged at the corner of Fu Qianshu's clothes, and tiptoed to hand the remaining half of a bunch of food to Fu Qianshu's eyes. .He sighed, knelt down and opened his mouth to bite one away, then raised his hand to help her wipe off her cheeks.

The younger sister still opened her eyes wide curiously: "Who was it just now?"

The sweet and sour taste spread from the tip of the tongue to the entire coating surface, perhaps because of the clenched teeth, the bitterness came out again.Fu Qianshu calmed down and said, "It's your rival in love."

+ + +

Before Fu Qianshu changed his shoes, he saw his father stepping on the stool, about to hang a picture frame on the wall, and hurriedly shouted: "Dad, let me come!"

"It's okay," Fu's father glanced at him sideways, and said, "I saw that you brought it back, it's very good, it's just for decoration-I always feel that the house is too empty."

"Hurry up," Fu Qianshu stabilized the chair to let him down, "This is not for hanging."

ah?Father Fu touched the cracks around the nails he had just knocked on with some distress, and said, "Isn't it a decorative painting you bought?"

"I don't have such sharp eyesight," Fu Qianshu said mockingly, "It's Cen... a friend of mine gave it to me."

"Where did you buy it?"

"It's his own work."

"He drew it?" Father Fu waved his hand, Fu Qianshu stepped aside, he moved the armchair aside, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, stepped back a few steps, and took a closer look at Fu Qianshu, holding it in his hand like a treasure Looking at the objects on it, he repeatedly praised, "It's too powerful, there is such a gap in the chest at a young age."

Father Fu works in an agency, is over fifty years old, and has a long history of contacts. In recent years, he often appreciates calligraphy and painting with several old friends.Different from many arty people nowadays, these are a few people with real talents and real learning. For this reason, Father Fu often said that his level is so low that he has no right to sit side by side with them.

In Fu Qianshu's arms was the new painting presented by Cen Jingming two days ago. At first, he rolled up the manuscript paper casually and threw it to him with a rubber band. ", he spreads the drawing paper, but sees the world like in a kaleidoscope.After returning to school, Fu Qianshu specially entrusted someone to help him frame it neatly, learned the lesson from last time, and decided to take it home for safekeeping on weekends.

In the picture frame, there are only golden light breaking through the clouds, dancing on the river, tall buildings rising from the bottom, and the mist is thin, which is just the time when it is about to disperse but has not completely disappeared.Such a realistic yet romantic style of brushwork is indeed rare for Cen Jingming before.

Fu Qianshu is clumsy in speech, he can only say that it looks good, and that he is sincerely happy when he sees this painting.While urging the two children to wash their hands and eat quickly, he listened unconsciously to his father's compliments and tried his best to memorize a few more words, hoping that when he saw the other party, he would tell him these words and tell him how he was loved by others. Much appreciated.

Trees and Inch Trees: Are you really okay?

Mingjian: peace of mind

Mingjian: [expression]

Ming Jian: The weather is nice, isn’t it? I really want to go with you

He sent a picture of the blue sky looking up from the window.Fu Qianshu lowered his eyes and heard the loss in his words. He searched in the photo album and sent all the photos he took not long ago.Cen Jingming didn't reply again.

"Dad," he asked suddenly, "don't you often meet the uncles and aunts in the association?"

Seeing him nodding, Fu Qianshu proposed with hope, "Then can you take the painting just now and show them?"

"Sure, I want to ask you if you don't mention it," Fu's father said happily, "A classmate from your school? What grade?"

"He graduated from the oil painting department of F University for three or four years," Fu Qianshu said. "He now has his own shop, which is not so closely related to what he originally studied... But I know that if there is a chance, he will not Give up drawing."

Seeing his serious tone, his father restrained himself and promised, "I will do my best."

The father and son said a few more words, because Mom called for help in the kitchen, so Dad Fu hurried in to help her.Seeing the twins sitting attentively in front of the TV, Fu Qianshu felt relieved, heaved a sigh of relief, and put the cell phone with the black screen upside down on the table.After a while, he nervously turned it over again, and after unlocking it, he stayed on the chat page of WeChat, typing and deleting words, deleting and typing again.

To say that Cen Jingming is still a difficult person, it can be seen that he belongs to the type who is very devoted once he falls in love. Of course, he is not as vigorous as some people define, but the way of wrapping it up in a long way will let the authorities know that he is It's hard to let go.On several occasions, they only depended on the voice to do their own things, and they were able to maintain it until the mobile phone issued a low-battery warning.

So Fu Qianshu understood that there must be something that he couldn't predict had happened or was happening.

Cen Jingming made fun of him as a child, but Fu Qianshu could only feel his own tall bones when he really faced the child.He can no longer make the people he cares about worry about him unscrupulously, but he also has the right to take the initiative to take a step forward when the other party has the same thought, come to him, and embrace the unspeakable secret.

Fu Qianshu touched the wound on his forehead as if wandering. In just a few days, the scab had fallen off, revealing new reddish flesh.

"Mom," he said in a loud voice, "can you pack up the extra portion for me? I'll take it back to school for dinner later."

"Didn't you leave tomorrow morning?" His mother wondered.

Fu Qianshu excused that there was something urgent in the laboratory, finished his meal absent-mindedly, went back to his room, changed his clothes, stepped on his shoes, and ran out the door in a hurry.

He knew very well that talking to Cen Jingming would not be like that under normal circumstances.A normal mood should be like a Coca-Cola with the cap unscrewed, gurgling and bubbling happily.Now, it's like spilling a drink with too much sugar on your hands. No matter how much you rub it, you can't wash it off, and you can't wash it off. You just feel infinitely sad.