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Early on Saturday morning, Ruan Jing packed up all the things he needed to bring, and was about to change his clothes and prepare to go out.

Unexpectedly, Lin Rong stopped the door this time, saying that he had to eat before leaving. Ruan Jing glanced at the spatula in Lin Rong's hand, weighed it, and returned honestly.

He sent Qin Xijue a message to delay going out, raised his head and approached the dining table, Lin Rong had already filled the table with dishes, and as soon as his buttocks landed on the chair, as expected, Lin Rong's chattering started again.

Lin Rong didn't have to worry too much about her son's etiquette, but recently she couldn't understand this kid.

"You've been running to other people's houses too often recently, so let's just go and play, why do you eat all three meals there now, no matter how close your friends are, you can't do this..."

Ruan Jing pawed at the meal, thinking how could he, he sometimes worked as a part-time cook, let alone someone else, that was my boyfriend.

Of course, when I came out on the spot, I just dared to turn around in my heart. After a while, I said indifferently: "Don't worry, with the relationship between me and Xiao Qin, there is no need to pay attention to these things."

Lin Rong didn't expect that this kid didn't want to think about it, so she gave him an annoyed look: "Friends can only last for a long time if they come and go, don't worry about it..."

"Okay, I know." This long-lost meal made Ruan Jing really speechless and almost choked.

Zhao Bin coughed at the right time, and stepped in. Lin Rong's anger that hadn't finished the lecture was still in his eyes. Hearing this, he looked at him, and the momentum he raised was gone, so he had to interrupt the two with a little helplessness. People come and go: "...there is a box of strawberries bought this morning by the door, take it to that...classmate Xiao Qin."

Ruan Jing lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of food absent-mindedly. When he noticed that the atmosphere was quiet for a while, he raised his head suspiciously. Lin Rong was looking at him.

Only then did he realize that Zhao Bin was talking to himself.

"...Oh." Ruan Jing was amused in his heart, and he arranged all his reciprocal gifts together, but he only responded lightly, and after swallowing the food in his mouth, he said without raising his head, "Thank you. "

Both Zhao Bin and Lin Rong were taken aback.

In fact, Lin Rong has also noticed that the relationship between the awkward two at home has eased since New Year's Eve.Although the signs were very faint, he couldn't help but smile with relief, and swept away the worries about his son's bad manners just now.

Ruan Jing didn't care much about the atmosphere at the dinner table, he thought of another question.

Lin Rong's words reminded him that in the long run, it is impossible to keep the matter between him and Qin Xijue a secret from his family.

After all, deciding to be with Qin Xijue was not a sudden impulse, nor was it just for a period of freshness.

At this time, he realized for the first time that his family was close, and he was a little dazed for a while.

After breakfast, Ruan Jing went to Qin Xijue's house to meet him.

After placing the strawberries, Ruan Jing took the toolbox borrowed from Lao Yao's studio, took a taxi, and reported the destination directly.

On the way, Ruan Jingcai and Qin Xijue explained.

A few days ago, Lao Yao's studio took over a wall painting job. After discussing in the group, everyone felt that the technical content was low and the workload was heavy, so they didn't want to take over.

Ruan Jing posted an emoji in the group, and Lao Yao jokingly asked him if he wanted to pick it up. Ruan Jing thought for a moment, and it was quite new, so he readily agreed.

He borrowed a toolbox from Lao Yao, and prepared a few editions of drawings according to the requirements of the employer, intending to let the other party choose more, and make sure that he represents the studio to do his best.

After hearing this, Qin Xijue was a little puzzled: "This matter won't bother you, what are you worried about?"

Ruan Jing patted his thigh, which made the point: "The employer is the director of an orphanage. Before painting the walls, the director asked me to teach the children an art class..."

He is still studying, so he has to give lectures, isn't this embarrassing him...

Ruan Jing was worried: "When I think of those kids who are the same age as my little bastard, my temples start to hurt."

Qin Xijue leaned back in his chair leisurely. He had never met Ruan Jing's younger brother, but when he thought of the little military adviser who was almost trafficked while exploring, he understood the reason for Ruan Jing's headache.

He bent his lips and smiled, but there was some anticipation in his eyes.

The orphanage is located in a quiet suburb. When the two got out of the car, they saw the dean who was waiting at the door under the shade of a tree.

The dean is a middle-aged woman who is not a few years older than Lin Rong. She is kind and gentle, and she is very kind when she smiles. She looks like the aunt of the neighbor's house next door.

She handed them drinks and led them into the courtyard.

The yard is not big, but the flowers, grasses and trees are taken care of lushly, and the plants in every corner are growing vigorously. A few pots of sick flowers have been carefully pruned and tied up for support, trembling and struggling to grow in the sun It looks like a quiet and comfortable little garden.

Ruan Jing looked around for a week and saw the wall where the ivy had been cleaned up. It seemed that this was his canvas today.

He rummaged through the drawing manuscripts, and Qin Xijue took the backpack and toolbox for him, freeing him with both hands.

The dean flipped through the drafts and praised repeatedly: "The paintings are very cute... This one is very lively, the children will like it, and this one is also beautiful..." The dean couldn't put it down for each one, and the dean couldn't decide for a while, so he raised his head and laughed, "No wonder Boss Yao praises you for being so good. Every painting is done with care."

Ruan Jing touched his head in embarrassment, Lao Yao still praised him?I used to work part-time in the studio, and I was making progress if I didn't get picked on by Lao Yao once a day.

But...he glanced at Qin Xijue who was smiling faintly, and the dean praised himself in front of Qin Xijue, feeling quite happy.

He humbly said "no, no", hoping in his heart-please say more.

As Ruan Jing wished, the dean praised him all the way until he brought them to the classroom on the first floor.The children in the classroom had already sat down obediently, and some of them were even a little too lively, and they looked over curiously with their small heads.

The flustered Ruan Jing immediately panicked: "Wait, wait, Dean, can this work... I'm not that professional, I don't know how to teach..."

The dean patted his arm reassuringly: "Relax, you just take them to play together." The crow's feet in the corners of her eyes are gentle and kind, as if in her eyes, the two of them are also children.

Ruan Jing glanced at Qin Xijue, seeing some encouragement in his eyes, and his heart calmed down a lot.

At worst, Qin Xijue still has the bottom line.

With that in mind, he walked into the classroom.

This room where children study is not as serious as a regular classroom. Outside the bright and clean glass windows are lush plants and flowers. The classroom floor is covered with soft colored puzzles. Some cute teaching tools can be seen everywhere, and there is an accordion in the corner. ——Instead, it looks like an activity room.

No longer confident, Ruan Jing still held up a relaxed smile and greeted the children.

The children were also very polite, and they all stood up neatly and said "Hello, teacher" in a childlike voice.

Ruan Jing couldn't help but look at Qin Xijue, who was leaning against the back window and watching him, and expressed emotion with his eyes, "Look, it's so cute!" Qin Xijue received the signal from afar, and smiled slightly.

To Ruan Jing's surprise, the children in the orphanage are very quiet, not as noisy as the kindergarten. Every child is quiet and well-behaved, and they answer questions politely and well-behaved.

It made Ruan Jing even more at a loss.

In a group of children, he is considered an adult.

Faced with so many stares seeking knowledge and curiosity, he was afraid that he might mislead them by saying a wrong sentence.

Children learn to draw, even if they think the basic knowledge is too esoteric for them, it seems too boring to simply lead them to draw.

Ruan Jing didn't know where to start.

Qin Xijue in the back row seemed to realize his embarrassment and walked up.

He found the storybook on the podium, flipped through it, and suddenly asked the children: "Do you want to read the drawn story?"

The children's happy and curious responses rang out one after another.

As soon as Ruan Jing heard it, he understood that Qin Xijue wanted him to draw the plot of the story, and couldn't help admiring in his heart that Teacher Qin is Teacher Qin.

Qin Xijue found a story that the children had never heard before, and sat under the window on one side of the podium, giving Ruan Jing the position of the blackboard on the podium.

He took the book and began to read the story in a slow and soft voice.

Ruan Jing also took chalks of different colors in his hands, and began to draw on the blackboard following his story.

Ruan Jinghua's simple strokes are not difficult at all, and he has the experience of drawing comics. After a short time, he drew a blackboard of witty cartoons following Qin Xijue's story.

While listening to the story, the children looked at the lifelike scene of the story on the blackboard, sometimes clapping their hands happily, and sometimes amused by the vivid expressions of small animals drawn by Ruan Jing.

Ruan Jing listened to Qin Xijue's voice, the gentle arc of the corners of his lips never disappeared, his writing was sharp, but his thoughts drifted away.

Xu is that the characters in this situation and the scene make people think about it, and his imagination has also turned to a strange direction-if Qin Xijue was reading a bedtime story by his pillow as a father, just thinking about that scene would make people's hearts move.

But since this person is with him, he probably won't have this chance.

Ruan Jing's mind jumped, wouldn't it be more exciting to ask him to read a bedtime story to himself and it would be over.

Ruan Jing fell into the illusion of self-satisfaction, Qin Xijue's story is over, and his painting is also over.

The two gave up their positions on the blackboard and stood in the back row, allowing the children to chat and discuss in aftertaste.

Ruan Jing approached the people around him amidst the noise, and said in a low voice, "Read it to me next time."

He relied on being in front of a group of children, and the other party didn't dare to do anything to him, so he couldn't help being emboldened, making up flirtatious words at will, taking pleasure in running the train with his mouth full.

How could Qin Xijue not know his intentions, raised his eyebrows slightly, and replied in a low voice: "Beside the bed, coaxing you to sleep?"

"..." Ruan Jing listened to the words in his ear, and couldn't stop imagining the scene immediately, which made the tips of his ears a little red for no reason.

He thought to himself that the warm breeze from the window must have been too disturbing, wrinkling the lake in his heart.

But he had to admit that he really couldn't compete on the same stage as Mr. Qin.

After 10 minutes, Qin Xijue came to the podium again. This time, he read a new story, allowing the children to imagine and draw pictures in their minds.

After the enthusiastic discussion just now, the children wanted to pick up the crayons to smear for a long time. At this time, the enthusiasm of the response was also very high, and the restrained and quiet appearance before was changed.

Ruan Jing saw the dean coming to the back door with a drawing, and hurried over.The dean chose the painting he liked the most, and discussed with Ruan Jing about the wall painting.

After finalizing, she glanced at the happy children before leaving with a smile.

Ruan Jing didn't come forward either, leaning against the window, quietly looking at the person on the podium who was reading the story seriously.

Qin Xijue's voice is nice, and he doesn't talk much on weekdays, but every time I listen to him speak, I will enjoy the calm and deep voice, especially after being together, when the two get along, the other's voice will be soft and smiling, Every sentence is like slowly touching the tip of my heart.

Standing in the summer scene, this person is just like a picture scroll with the color of a fairy tale, which makes people feel no gloomy, bright and beautiful.

Thinking of going on with this person for a long time, they will have more time together, Ruan Jing felt a little fuzzy outline of the future, and felt a sense of peace and joy in his heart.

As for the question he was thinking about this morning, the answer became clear.

Qin Xijue planned him in his own future, so he naturally wanted to go on with the other party forever.

Parents' problems may be just one of many problems they will face.

Although he is worried, he will not be afraid because he has the other party.

At this moment, Ruan Jing had a firm idea in his heart to work harder for the future of the two of them.

There are many difficulties ahead, and I have to work harder to walk through the ups and downs side by side with each other and move forward hand in hand.