Bound love

His hobby is painting, so he thought for a long time before deciding to give him a painting.

Originally, Bo Xiyan wasn't sure whether Qi Ya liked these things, but seeing his current appearance, Bo Xiyan knew that he gave the right gift this time.

After signaling the staff to put away the oil painting and load it into the car, Bo Xiyan took a step forward, trying to block Qi Ya's reluctant eyes.

"Okay, Qi Ya, I want to look at the painting later when I get home, and now I have another gift for you."

"and also?"

"Close your eyes first."

"I'm not a little girl, why close your eyes."

"Come on, close it first."

After glancing at Bo Xiyan, Duan Qiya finally closed her eyes obediently.

In the darkness, Duan Qiya felt that Xiao Yan grabbed his hand and stuffed something inside.

"Air ticket?" Opening his eyes, two air tickets to Paris, France lay in the palm of his hand.

"I asked the doctor, your condition is much better now, you can try to go out and walk around more, so I want to take advantage of this company holiday to accompany you to France once, first to see Field's art exhibition, and then go shopping."

Hearing Field's name from Bo Xiyan again, Duan Qiya was too excited to speak.

He has liked Field for many years, but Duan Qiya is still a little curious about telling it from Xiao Yan.

"How do you know that I like Field?" Carefully stroking the ticket in her hand, Duan Qiya's eyes were full of longing for an unknown country.

"French shadows often appear in your paintings, don't you? Also, Field has the most works in your collection. There is one book you like very much, and you will take it out and look through it if you have nothing to do."

Listening to Bo Xiyan's words, Duan Qiya lowered her head in embarrassment, her heart was filled with the sense of happiness of being held in the palm of her beloved and a trace of heart-wrenching sourness.

"You... noticed?"

"En." Nodding his head, Bo Xiyan looked at the little foster father in front of him who was a head shorter than him, his eyes were full of doting.

"As long as it's about you, I want to know more..."

The two just stood in the empty studio without speaking, until after a while, Duan Qiya said sullenly: "I still won't go."

Raising his eyebrows, Bo Xiyan was a little surprised.

"why?"

"because……"

From the bottom of Duan Qiya's heart, he never wanted Xiaoyan to be too kind to him, because only in this way, he could barely control his heart, and would not tell Xiaoyan all his love, so that he could abide by the last wish of his teacher's mother before she died. But recently, Xiao Yan was really too kind to him, so that he couldn't bear to say some cruel things to him, so he had to use the excuse of "wasting money" to perfunctory the past.

Hearing that Qi Ya was going to give up a rare opportunity for this reason, Bo Xiyan sighed in his heart, bent slightly, and made his eyes level with Qi Ya's.

"Really not going?"

11 I'm going to be jealous

Shaking her head, Duan Qiya subconsciously avoided Bo Xiyan's sight.

"Don't go..."

After staring at Qi Ya for a long time, Bo Xiyan suddenly stretched out his hand and took back two tickets from Qi Ya's hand, as if to tear them apart.

Seeing that the things in her hand were being snatched away, Duan Qiya raised her head and reached out to grab the ticket, but met Bo Xiyan's eyes again, and shyly retracted her hand.

"I'm going to tear up these two tickets now~"

Duan Qiya was still silent as she twisted her fingers restlessly with both hands.

"No regrets?"

"..."

Seeing Qi Ya's expression of wanting but not daring to want it, Bo Xiyan smiled and turned his face to the side, deliberately amplifying his voice and saying, "Hey! Pity my 2 yuan, it's going to be for nothing now."

Hearing this number, Duan Qiya's eyebrows moved.

He really wanted to tell himself to keep silent, but 2 yuan was really a lot for a painting teacher in the countryside...

"Xiaoyan..." Looking up, Duan Qiya looked at the ticket in Bo Xiyan's hand, feeling uncertain.

"Ok?"

"That...does it really cost [-] yuan?"

"Yes, and this ticket can only be used by the two of us, so if you don't go, it will have to be void~"

Bo Xiyan knew that Qi Ya had lived a frugal life all his life, and many times he would not even take a taxi in order to save a few dollars, so it was even more impossible for him to see 2 yuan disappear in an instant.

After struggling for a long time, Duan Qiya pointed to the ticket in Bo Xiyan's hand.

"That...air ticket, don't tear it up..."

"Are you sure you want to go with me?"

"Let me think about it..." Duan Qiya was still a little hesitant.

"Think about it? To tell you the truth, I have already arranged the itinerary for this time. I spent more than 20 yuan on board, lodging, transportation and various trivial expenses in a month, and these things are fixed. If you can’t retreat, you can decide for yourself whether to go or not.”

Duan Qiya's face turned pale when he heard that the cost of travel jumped from 2 yuan to 20 yuan.

He is a country teacher, and he only earns a few dollars a month. Even a manager like Xiao Yan earns only tens of thousands of dollars a month. How can I not feel bad for myself!

"Xiaoyan, how can you, how can you spend money so recklessly!" Pulling his face down, Duan Qiya became anxious, and asked him to take 20 from himself, which was as painful to him as cutting flesh, but Xiaoyan was still a Slowly, without any self-consciousness.

"Then are you going?"

"I……"

"Ok?"

"I'll go!" Gritting her teeth, Duan Qiya couldn't bear to let Bo Xiyan's hard-earned money go to waste, so she could only keep telling herself in her heart that she must keep her heart when the time comes, and she must not be in Xiaoyan again. Fallen under tenderness.

*********************** I am a little chrysanthemum fluttering in the wind******************** ***********

After dinner, while washing the dishes, Bo Xiyan looked at Qi Ya in the hall, who was standing in front of the newly bought oil painting in a daze, with a face full of idol worship.

After arranging the bowls and chopsticks neatly, Bo Xiyan wiped the water off his hands, and placed the cut fruits on the coffee table beside Qi Ya.

Raising his eyes, Bo Xiyan stood behind Qi Ya, looking at the painting in front of him with him.

Although Qi Ya liked it very much, to be honest, Bo Xiyan didn't think Field's painting was so good at all.

In terms of color, Bo Xiyan prefers Qiya's. The base of warm colors and occasional light pens give people a warm but not dry feeling. Just like his people, they always have a Wen Tun's appearance; in terms of brushwork, Qi Ya's is more delicate than Field's, and every stroke of it touches people's hearts everywhere, just like the current him, as long as he provokes him slightly, he will show that he does not conform to him The youthfulness and cuteness of the age.

Thinking of this, Bo Xiyan couldn't help teasing Qi Ya in front of him again, bent slightly, and said to his neck:

"Qiya, this painting won't run away, you don't need to stare at it all day long, it makes me jealous."

"You, why are you jealous..."

Hearing Bo Xiyan's words, Duan Qiya blushed, but she was embarrassed to continue looking at the painting.

"Why am I jealous? You, understand, yes." Putting his lips against Qi Ya's ear, Bo Xiyan spoke softly, and the warm breath breathed out beside his ear, which made his ears turn red, and he couldn't help but move. Take two steps and pinch the hot ears with your hands.

"I...I won't tell you, I'll go pack my luggage."

Seeing Qi Ya's lovely reaction, Bo Xiyan smiled slightly, more and more immersed in the rare good mood.

During this period of time, Zhou Hongyi seemed to have evaporated from the world. The company asked for leave and never called Qi Ya.

For Bo Xiyan, he didn't care too much about that man, but when he thought that he would not disturb his peaceful life with Qi Ya for a period of time, he felt much more at ease.

Smiling and watching Qi Ya get into the room alone, Bo Xiyan turned on the laptop on the table, and did not enter the room to look at his lovely adoptive father until he uploaded the new season's annual report to the Internet.

"Qiya, what are you doing?" Standing by the door, Bo Xiyan saw that Qiya was holding a small list in his hand, and there was an oversized black suitcase on the ground, and his busy figure showed that he was Pack the items on the list into the suitcase one by one.

"Pack up your luggage." With that said, Duan Qiya walked out of the small room, and when she came in again, she had a set of cutlery in her hand.

Watching Qi Ya put the tableware into the corner of the suitcase, Bo Xiyan smiled: "You... don't want to take that stuff with you, do you?"

"These should be necessities for travel. We have to go for such a long time at a time, so we must prepare well!" As he said, Duan Qiya nodded seriously, while counting what he had brought.

"Change of clothes, toothpaste, toothbrush, towel, face cream, razor, umbrella, slippers, shampoo, shower gel, snacks, by the way, Xiaoyan, is there a kitchen where we live? If so, we can buy it ourselves The ingredients are cooked and eaten, but is there a pot over there? Where is the bowl?"

Seeing Qi Ya chattering like a child, Bo Xiyan's eyes narrowed with a smile.

"Hehe, you don't have to be so nervous, these things are provided in the hotel, and you bring so many things, how can I take you around when the time comes."

In the past, Bo Xiyan always thought that it was the most troublesome thing for women to go out, but he didn't expect his Qi Ya to be more troublesome than those women.But the troubles are the troubles, Qi Ya is so troublesome, she even wants to put the quilt in the suitcase, it is so cute that he can't stand it.

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