Full grade green tea wears sick and weak white lotus

What Mr. Shen said was a bit long.Shen Changsi didn't understand all the sentences clearly, but it didn't prevent him from understanding a general idea.

Shen Changsi fell silent.

He could tell Mr. Shen at this time that everything was his old man's misunderstanding.He and A Yuan are just friends, nothing else.But he can also fully predict how disappointed and sad the old man will be once he tells the truth to the old man.

The old man is a shrewd person, he can't be silent for too long, if it is too long, the old man may notice something strange, and he will inevitably be worried.

Shen Changsi drooped his eyelids slightly, and said softly: "Let me discuss it with you first."

Shen Changsi was embarrassed, but in Shen Ruyun's eyes, he thought he was shy.He patted the back of his hand and said with a smile: "It should be. It should be."

The housekeeper came over with boiled water and medicine, and reminded the old man to take medicine.

Shen Changsi was very careful about the old man's medication, and noticed that there were several medicines in the medicine bottle that the butler brought over this time that he had never seen before. He had an impression of one of the medicines that Mr. Shen had also taken before, and it was used to relieve pain. painful.

Reminiscent of what the old man had said before urging him and A Yuan to settle down as soon as possible, Shen Changsi's eyes sank.Is the old man's condition getting worse?

He asked calmly, "Has the doctor changed your medicine recently?"

Shen Ruyun took the medicine from the butler, poured it out and put it in the palm of his hand, took the water glass from the butler's hand, and swallowed it with warm water, then said to Shen Changsi: "Yes, it's been cloudy or raining these days. , Grandpa's leg was injured before, and it hurts a little every time it's wet and cold, so the doctor prescribed painkillers, did you find out?"

It turned out that it was related to the old illness, Shen Changsi was relieved.

On a cloudy day, it was getting late and early, so the servant turned on the light in the living room.

The wind blew outside the window, and the rolled leaves fell on the window.Shen Ruyun glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window, and said to Shen Changsi: "Look at the weather, it might rain again in a while. Before it rains, go back first. If it rains heavily during dinner time, you You don't need to come here, I'll ask the servant to deliver the dinner to your room, so as not to catch a cold."

It's actually not far from the main building back to Shen Changsi's room, it only takes a few minutes, if you walk fast, you'll be there in one or two minutes.It just needs to go through the garden. Once it rains, even if you hold an umbrella, it is easy to get wet.

Shen Changsi is the person who dislikes rainy weather the most. He said to Mr. Shen: "Then you should also pay attention to your health and don't watch TV for too long. If you are sleepy, go back to your room to rest. Do you understand?"

Shen Ruyun responded with a smile, "Okay, okay. Grandpa knows."

Shen Changsi went back to the house.

Back in the room, Shen Changsi was lying on the sofa, the sky was overcast, there were only dark clouds outside the window, not a ray of sunshine.

Shen Changsi was inexplicably depressed.

He stretched his arms, picked up the phone from the coffee table, barely touched the screen with his fingertips, then put the phone down again.

"In a few days, it will be the Chinese New Year. After the Chinese New Year, everyone will have time. At the hospital, Xiao Yu should also have a few days of vacation. Take some time to discuss with Xiao Yu. If it is convenient, make an appointment with him Mom and Dad came to the house..."

Shen Changsi pursed his lips, picked up the phone on the coffee table again, and clicked on Yu Biehen's profile picture.

In the data age, all information is direct and straightforward.People no longer have to struggle to remember the last time they were in touch, or when they last met.

Shen Changsi's dark eyes stared at the date displayed on the dialog box. The last contact he had with A Yuan was half a month ago.

After leaving without saying goodbye that day, there was no news.

Are you going to break off diplomatic relations with him?

Really, what a guts!

The more Shen Changsi thought about it, the more depressed he became. His heart constricted, his breathing became short of breath, and his eyes darkened.

Shen Changsi quickly realized that this body couldn't bear too much emotional fluctuation.

With a "ding", the phone in his hand rang, which was the notification tone of the message.

Shen Changsi's heart skipped a beat.

In Mr. Shen's WeChat, there are almost no friends except his family members.Except for the period when he announced the dissolution of his engagement with Pei Muzhi, the mobile phone was busy for a few days.Since he didn't reply to any of them, gradually fewer people sent messages. Later, except for the occasional contact with A Yuan, the phone seldom rang again.

After five or six minutes had elapsed since the notification sounded, Shen Changsi opened WeChat in a leisurely manner.

When Shen Changsi saw a red number 1 appearing on a profile picture he was extremely unfamiliar with, his face darkened slightly.

Shen Changsi opened without much interest——

"Blessings to Baozi for the early years! Baozi, how are you preparing for the series of illustrations of Qinghuan in the World? Have you finished the sketching stage? Can you show me your progress?"

Shen Changsi's eyes showed doubts.

The Joy of the World series?Is it Shen Gongzi's unfinished work?

Shen Changsi flipped through the previous chat records and fell into silence.

It turns out that Shen Changsi has long been able to paint some landscape and figure paintings, and has also cooperated with some publishers for a long time.

This time it was the painting editor of the publishing house who contacted Shen Changsi.Shen Changsi had previously agreed to the design of the magazine, and wanted to complete a series of illustrations with the theme of happiness in the world.

March next year is the deadline for submission.

Shen Changsi: "..."

Very well, he had no memory of it at all.

Shen Changsi tried to recall something about the illustration series of the Qinghuan series... Mr. Shen seemed to have drawn some.

Shen Changsi stood up and went to the studio.He searched for the memory in his mind, and in the drawer of the drawing table, he managed to find the drawing book with the sketch of Qinghuan in the world.

The corner of Shen Changsi's lips curled up, he turned a few pages, and when he turned to a blank page, it froze on his lips.

Are there only so few?

Shen Changsi almost rummaged through all the drawers, and let go of all the picture books, and finally had to face a very serious fact before him... that is, about the series of "Pleasure in the World" , indeed, only the first few pages he turned to.

Although Shen Changsi is quite interested in painting, it is far from being an enthusiasm, let alone sitting at the table for a long time to draw and catch up with the draft.

If he finds a reason to reject the painting editor of the publishing house, as for the liquidated damages, he just pays.

Shen Changsi clicked on the dialog box, and while he was still editing, a new message was sent in.

"Mr. Shancha, the series of fireworks in the world you painted last time is really gentle! I really like the scenery and characters you draw. Every time I read it, I have different emotions and harvests. I am really looking forward to it. , Your Love on Earth series this time!! I know that the delivery deadline is a bit rushed this time, but in order to cooperate with the publication of the book, I hope it will not cause too much pressure on you."

In Daheng, only great Confucians or people with knowledge would be honored as teachers. In this dynasty, anyone who had a skill seemed to be called a teacher.

Shen Changsi was no stranger to the title teacher, and his eyes fell on the other party's title for him.

Teacher Shancha?Are you referring to Mr. Shen?

"Painting again. Changsi, how can you do this all day long at the easel? You are my son, Shen Yue, don't tell me that you really plan to make a living by painting in the future!"

"Don't think that you have sold a few paintings, so you really think that you are a painter and can gain a firm foothold in the circle with this industry. Do you know how the first painting was sold? It was you Grandpa, your grandpa sent someone to buy your first painting! Without the Shen family, without your grandpa, those paintings of yours are worthless at all!"

"No, it's not. The person who bought my first painting was a very young racing driver. He said he liked my painting and it reminded him of his childhood when he lived in the country with his parents."

"Changsi, your father didn't lie to you. The so-called racing driver is the grandson of one of your grandfather's customers. He is not a real racing driver, he just likes racing. The stories he told are also made up to deceive you. .”

"Do you think that if those people didn't want to please Grandpa and the Shen family, do you think those paintings of yours could really be sold?"

In Shen Changsi's ears, the voices of Shen Yue, Xie Yunwei and Shen Changle rang out interlacedly.

His breathing was short, and he held the mobile phone in his hand vigorously with one hand, and propped his other hand on the table to stabilize his body.Veins appeared on the back of the hand.

He finally remembered why the editor of the publishing house called him Teacher Shancha.

Camellia, every spring and summer, the camellias in Shen's mansion are in full bloom, and the garden is full of pure white camellias.

Therefore, Shen Changsi submitted a manuscript to the publishing house with camellia.

That was the first time Mr. Shen did not use the words "Shen Changsi" in his paintings.At first, it was indeed rejected.

This publishing house is the first publishing house to accept contributions from Mr. Shen.

Even if he doesn't rely on the Shen family, and doesn't rely on the surname Shen, he can still have his own place in the painting world with his own paintings.

This is what Mr. Shen wants to tell his parents, and he wants to prove himself in this way.

Mr. Shen is too stupid.What Shen Yue wants is an excellent heir, one who can bring him benefits, create his career territory, and expand his territory for him.No matter how amazing his talent and achievements in painting are, Shen Yue will not give him any affirmation.

"I will deliver the manuscript on time."

Shen Changsi endured the discomfort in his body, typed this line on his mobile phone, and sent it.

After that, Shen Changsi turned the phone to silent.

Shen Changsi put his hands on the back of the chair and slowly sat down at the table.After he felt more comfortable, Shen Changsi carefully read through the original drawings again.

Shen Changsi found that this series of Qinghuan in the world can be expressed in ink painting.

And what he is good at is ink painting.

Shen Changsi picked up the pen and dipped it in paint.

Outside the window, rain fell.

"Ding——" a message was sent.

Shen Changsi, who was painting at his desk, raised his head and glanced at the lit screen.

After that, the three words Yu Biehen lit up.

Yu Biehen: "I heard from Dr. Kang that your condition has stabilized. If you don't get sick again, you don't need to come to the hospital for follow-up visits. Congratulations."

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感谢在2022-02-0623:50:40~2022-02-0723:58:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Tingsi 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Mo and Zheng hamster's 1 bottle of Happy heart set patients;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!