I have to work hard today

Su Tang drove the car to the side of the road outside the hotel and parked. It can be said that it was still early, and there were hardly many pedestrians around.

Qiao Anran's painting exhibition is going to be held in a small open courtyard next to the hotel building. Qiao Anran has already rented the relevant venue in advance. She has reserved a room in the hotel for a few days. All the paintings that need to be displayed will be placed in the room for the time being.

She didn't sleep almost half the night last night, her head was about to explode, and she still hadn't decided which painting should be placed at the two entrances to the courtyard.

It doesn't mean that it's good to just put a picture. Where to put what, you have to have a reasonable idea, and you have to attract the attention of passers-by in an instant.

At present, Qiao Anran is hesitant among the four paintings, so she called Su Tang to give her an opinion.

Qiao Anran took all four paintings from the hotel room. She had been waiting at the entrance of the courtyard early, hugging her paintings and looking in the direction of the hotel.

When a car drove in and pulled over to the side of the road, and a young man in a blue uniform got out of the car, Qiao Anran immediately beamed with joy, and trotted to meet him.

"Senior." Qiao Anran's clear and beautiful face blushed a little due to running, her eyes were clear, and she looked at Su Tang in front of her with joy.

"The art exhibition will be held the day after tomorrow?" Su Tang nodded slightly to Qiao Anran, and then walked towards the open courtyard ahead.

Qiao Anran followed Su Tang, and she couldn't hide her happiness in her tone: "Yes, Saturday the day after tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning."

"Well, if I'm free, I'll come and have a look." Su Tang's eyebrows were extremely gentle.

"Okay, if the senior is coming, can you send me a message in advance?" Qiao Anran opened her eyes, full of anticipation.

"Of course." Su Tang nodded and smiled.

At the entrance of the courtyard, Qiao Anran told Su Tang about her hesitation about which painting to choose.

Su Tang took the paintings from Qiao Anran's hand, first carefully looked at each one for a while, and after reading all four paintings, Su Tang asked Qiao Anran what the theme of this exhibition was.

"Hope, work hard, and persevere." When Qiao Anran said this, her expression was a little different from before, and there seemed to be light in her eyes.

In her body, Su Tang only felt that he saw the beautiful qualities that Qiao Anran said.

"Which of these three points do you think is the most important?" Su Tang didn't directly help Qiao Anran choose which painting, but asked her aloud.

Qiao Anran frowned slightly, bit her lip and thought for a while, her expression was a little uncertain: "Is it hope?"

Su Tang smiled and shook his head.

Qiao Anran said again: "Is that hard work?"

Su Tang still shook his head.

There was only one left, Qiao Anran couldn't figure it out.

"Many times, when people are really in adversity, they can't see hope at all. When there is no hope, it is the most difficult and painful."

"Many people with a little less mental capacity may go astray because of this."

Su Tang gradually guided Qiao Anran's thinking in a direction she hadn't noticed. He taught Qiao Anran how to think about problems instead of directly giving answers to them.

As soon as Su Tang finished speaking, he looked at Qiao Anran tenderly.

At that moment, only Qiao Anran was in Su Tang's eyes. Qiao Anran was stared at by the object of his crush, and he felt a throbbing in his heart.

"So, for people in adversity, the most important thing is to love life and not give up on oneself!" Qiao Anran's voice became a little excited, and the last few words were sonorous and forceful.

For Qiao Anran's one-point thinking, Su Tang showed a more gratified smile.

"Yes, as long as you persist and work hard for it, you will surely find your own hope someday."

"Thank you, senior, thank you very much." Qiao Anran thanked you repeatedly.

Su Tang shook his head and said no thanks, he actually didn't help Qiao Anran, because the most important thing was Qiao Anran's own thought.

"It's up to you to decide which painting to use." Su Tang returned the painting he was holding to Qiao Anran.

Suddenly, Su Tang felt a tingling pain in his fingertips. He looked down at his right hand, and there was dark red blood oozing from his index finger.

Each painting was framed with a picture frame, and the wooden thorns on the picture frame scratched Su Tang's hand.

Su Tang quickly pressed the small bleeding hole with his thumb, raised his eyes to look at Qiao Anran, who was concentrating on selecting pictures, but didn't notice this right away, Su Tang dropped his arm and hid it by his side.

His current body suffers from moderate hemophilia, which means that any ordinary small opening will bleed, and if it is not treated, it will bleed continuously.

Su Tang didn't want Qiao Anran to know about his injury and bleeding, otherwise the other party would definitely blame herself very much. It happened that Qiao Anran seemed to have already selected, first she put three of them on a bench in the courtyard, holding With one picture, he crossed the courtyard and quickly walked to another entrance.

Su Tang was about to have Qiao Anran's chance to leave, so he went to the side to treat the wound.

He walked out of the courtyard, a stone path connected to the courtyard, with lush green vines on both sides, with luxuriant branches and leaves, covering all the sunlight.

Su Tang went to the shade and took out the hemostatic medicine that he had prepared in advance. It was a box of ointment. After wiping the blood with a paper towel, he applied the ointment, and then Su Tang continued to press the wound.

Over there, Qiao Anran might have already made up her mind, so Su Tang turned around and planned to go back.

He had just taken two steps when suddenly there were hurried footsteps behind him.

Su Tang was walking in the middle of the road. The road here is not wide, so Su Tang stopped to make way for the people behind.

Then he got hit.

There was a sound of falling to the ground behind him. Su Tang turned around in surprise and looked at the ground. A three or four-year-old child in overalls was sitting on the ground.

The child obviously fell in pain, and tears welled up in his big black and white eyes in an instant.

He raised his delicate and cute head to look at the adult in front of him who was blocking his way. Seeing this, the child opened his mouth slightly in shock.

"Beautiful brother..." The child likes beautiful things, and the big brother in front of him, he thinks, is more beautiful than his mother. He always thought that his mother was the most beautiful, but it turned out not to be.

As if worried that he might be dazzled, the child raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, which turned red after a while.

Su Tang squatted down, stretched out his hand to help the child up, and gently wiped off the dust on his body. The child pulled Su Tang's sleeve, his big black and white eyes were full of curiosity.

"Brother, where do you live? What's your name? Brother, have you had lunch? Would you like to come to my house for lunch today? The food at my house is delicious!"

The child's words seemed to be completely reversed with Su Tang, as if he was abducting Su Tang, but when he said it, it only made people feel extremely cute.

"Brother lives on the moon, he doesn't eat, he just needs to drink some wind every day to be full." Su Tang was attracted by the child's innocence, and fell in love with this cute and lively boy almost immediately.

"How can drinking wind be full? If I don't eat for a meal, I will be very hungry. Brother, you have to eat too."

The child pouted, obviously thinking that Su Tang was fooling him, he was not stupid at all.

"... Tutu, Biantu!"

While the two of them were talking, a shout suddenly came from not far away, and the child turned his head and looked over when he heard the sound.

"Are you calling?" Su Tang poked Tutu's delicate and soft cheek with his fingers, and Tutu suddenly covered his face with his small hands, then stared at Su Tang with accusing eyes.

"Go back quickly, don't run around alone, it will make your family worry."

Su Tang smiled and stood up, Tutu's originally happy face suddenly became bitter, he was reluctant to part with his pretty brother, he wanted pretty brother to go to his house, he even thought that pretty brother could sleep with him at night, that way Come on, he will definitely not have scary nightmares at night.

"Brother, can't you really go to my house? Or don't go to my house, go to my uncle's house, his house is very big."

His uncle has many friends, although the child is a little afraid of his uncle.

The child looked at Su Tang pitifully.

Su Tang felt his whole heart melted by the child, and he couldn't figure out why he liked this child so much that he just met.

Su Tang squatted down again, and asked the child warmly, "Do you have a phone?"

The child's eyes lit up suddenly, and his sadness turned into joy: "Yes, yes, my mother bought me a mobile phone."

"Then I'll give you my phone number, and you can call me later." Su Tang took the phone from the child and entered his number.

The child held the mobile phone as if he was holding a favorite treasure. The child turned around and ran for two steps, then suddenly remembered something, turned around and ran back.

Su Tang was still squatting and was about to get up when he saw the child running towards him, so he waited for a while.

Then two soft little hands stretched out to hold Su Tang's face, before Su Tang was unprepared, Su Tang heard a loud voice.

"Brother, we will see you another day."

The child secretly kissed Su Tang, but his fleshy little round face flushed for a moment, he said quickly, and then ran fast with his short legs.

Su Tang finally stood up, and raised his hand to touch the area on his face where he had just been kissed. After a while, the child's body was covered by the surrounding bushes.

The shouting from the side was getting closer and closer, as if it was close at hand. The voice was calm and powerful, and it seemed that one could hear a kind of warmth.

What was even more strange was that the strange voice gave Su Tang an indescribable sense of strangeness. He even wanted to follow the child to see who the owner of the voice was.

Before he could do anything, Qiao Anran's voice came one after another.

"Senior?" Qiao Anran saw Su Tang standing alone by the road, his thin back made Qiao Anran almost unable to hold back, and rushed forward to hug him tightly.

Qiao Anran probably knew the situation of Su Tang's family, the Rong family was much richer and more powerful than theirs.

But it was very inexplicable, she always had a strange feeling that even if Su Tang was smiling sometimes, he might not be happy in his heart.

She wanted to get to know Su Tang and every aspect of his life.

"Is everything all right?" Su Tang turned around and asked.

Qiao Anran froze for a moment, nodded and said, "Well, I've chosen everything."

"That's good."

Qiao Anran invited Su Tang to have dinner at the hotel at noon. Su Tang said that he had a bad stomach and couldn't eat many things outside, so he could only decline Qiao Anran's kindness.

Qiao Anran stood by the side of the road, holding tightly on the fingers hanging by her side, just watching Su Tang drive the car, slowly disappearing from her field of vision until she completely disappeared.

Not long after Su Tang's car left, another car slid past Qiao Anran.

The person sitting in the back seat was the little boy who bumped into Su Tang in the garden just now.

Bian Tu hugged his mother's arm, and his uncle Bian Zhan was driving in the driver's seat. Bian Tu was a little afraid of Bian Zhan. Although the other party never yelled at him, he just didn't dare to approach Bian Zhan proactively.

Bian Tu told his mother that he just saw a beautiful elder brother in the garden. The eldest elder brother is very good-looking and soft-spoken.

Mom asked him, is he prettier than her?

Without even thinking about it, Bian Tu loudly said that he was prettier than his mother.

Mom pretended to be angry and twisted her soft cheeks.

Bian Tu felt aggrieved, and pouted his mouth: "I'm telling the truth. Mom, didn't you always tell me not to tell lies? Mom is a bad person, hum! I don't want to talk to you anymore."

After complaining, Xiao Biantu turned around and pointed the back of his head at his mother, feeling sulking on the side.

Bian Tu's mother felt a line of sight from the front, and looked up.

Bian Zhan then shook his head: "When I found Tutu, there was no one else around him."

Bian Zhan didn't doubt the authenticity of what Tutu said, and then he suddenly wondered, could there really be someone prettier than Biantu's mother?

For now, Bian Zhan hasn't seen many people who can surpass Bian Tu's mother in appearance.

It's not that Bian Zhan is exaggerating, even if Bian Tu's mother stands with many stars in the entertainment industry, she is not inferior at all.

After all, the opponent was a beauty pageant champion back then.

Bian Zhan smiled, but didn't pay much attention to this question.

Little Bianchu secretly fumbled for the cell phone in his pocket. It's fine if the adults don't believe him. Anyway, he has the phone number of his pretty brother, and the pretty brother belongs to him alone. He doesn't want to share it with his mother and them.