Full grade green tea wears sick and weak white lotus

Shen Changsi looked at the message from Yu Biehen in the dialog box, his eyes were cold.

He just went to the hospital for a follow-up visit today, and now he has sent him this message of congratulations.

The news is really well-informed.

After Shen Changsi read the message, he put the phone aside.This time, it was deliberately placed in a place where two hands could not reach.

Continue to immerse yourself in painting.

It’s just that painting, like composition and poetry, requires a coherent process.If it is interrupted in the middle, it will be like a continuous silk thread, and it will be broken in a flash.

Shen Changsi wrote again, but the composition, lines and colors of the pen were all wrong.

Shen Changsi tore the painting in hand from the drawing book and crumpled it into a ball.Turned to a new page, picked up the pen and dipped the paint, and continued to draw on the drawing paper.

It still doesn't feel right, I always feel like something is missing...

Shen Changsi was at most only interested in painting, as before, he was very interested in painting, but now something was not going well, so he put down his pen and went to play the flute.

The manuscript was due soon, and he couldn't attract Mr. Shen's soul, so he asked Mr. Shen to draw the sketch himself. Shen Changsi had no choice but to sit at the table with a sullen face.

Don't hate me, bastard.

Shen Changsi didn't know why he had written this sentence on the drawing paper, and when he came back to his senses, he saw this line of words written with a pen on the drawing paper, and he was overjoyed.

The paintings on the left and right are unusable. Shen Changsi rested his chin on one hand and drew a big bastard on it.

This bastard took up half of the paper, and Shen Changsi drew another young master on the buffalo, who was dressed in a brocade robe of Yuehua, with a jade hairpin pinned to it.The young master who stood above the bastard seemed to be himself.

Shen Changsi painted more and more vigorously, and even drew a receiver on Wang Ba's neck.As funny as it can be.

Shen Changsi put down the paintbrush in his hand, picked up the drawing book, and looked at this "proud work" again and again.

The doorbell rang, and Shen Changsi subconsciously glanced in the direction of the door.He happily put down the drawing book, raised the corners of his lips, and walked to the door without haste.

He pressed the answer button, and the butler's face appeared in the communication video.

"Young master, it's raining too much, the master asked us to bring you food."

Shen Changsi opened the door.

Several servants took off their raincoats at the entrance and put on disposable slippers. Under the command of the butler, they took out the meals in the insulated food boxes, put them on plates, and placed them neatly on the dining table in the dining area.

Shen Changsi went to wash his hands, and when he came back, the servants had already arranged everything.

The housekeeper bowed to Shen Changsi, "Eldest young master take it easy, if you need to order anything else, feel free to call me."

Shen Changsi glanced at the dining table, it was all his favorite dishes on weekdays.You don't need to guess, it must be Mr. Shen who gave the kitchen special instructions.

Shen Changsi asked, "Has grandpa had dinner?"

The housekeeper replied respectfully: "Don't worry, young master, when we bring you the food, the master will also start eating."

Shen Changsi nodded slightly, "That's good."

The butler opened the dining chair for Shen Changsi, and left with the servants who delivered the food.

It was raining so much outside, and the food that was brought in was packed in insulated food boxes, so it didn't get cold at all.On the contrary, they are all steaming hot, and the room is filled with the aroma of food.

In Jinliang, every winter, the sky is freezing cold. At that time, holding a bowl of hot lamb bone soup in your hand can warm you from head to toe.If you take another sip of the hot soup, which is a little hot on the tongue, it will be boiling hot together with the internal organs.

It's just that the mutton bone soup has a strong smell, and he always doesn't like to drink it.

When he was imprisoned in Yangyi Palace, he didn't even have a bowl of hot soup in winter, so it would be good to have a bite to eat.

It's ridiculous that the situation when he was a prisoner in another country was more chic than in his own home.

After Shen Changsi sat down, the first thing he tasted was the Chestnut Mushroom Chicken Soup in the center.The chicken is as tender and tasty as tofu. The soup has the deliciousness of chicken and the sweetness of chestnut.

Shen Changsi drank the soup slowly.

Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind.

Shen Changsi put down the bowl and spoon in his hand, wiped his mouth with a paper towel on the table, got up and went to the table to fetch the phone.

Shen Changsi took several photos of the food on the table with his mobile phone.

There is joy in the world, and there is joy in the world.

He was framed by the few sketches left by Mr. Shen before.On the sketch, Mr. Shen drew steaming green tea, green leaves, a few attractive red cherries, lotus flowers soaked in fresh dew and sliced ​​lotus root.

So, following Mr. Shen's train of thought, he drew bamboo shoots that broke ground in spring and a few crisp seasonal fruits and vegetables.

There is more than elegance, but the feeling of pleasing and pleasant is always a little less.

Since it is a taste of the world, how can we miss these hot human delicacies?

...

Shen Changsi used to paint, but he always regarded it as a pastime.This time, for some reason, there seemed to be an impulse in his body, urging him to write, to record the picture sketched in his mind with a brush.

After the servant came to clean up the dishes, Shen Changsi went to the studio and sat down at the table.

Shen Changsi's memory has always been quite good, when he writes, he does not need to refer to it at all, and writes it at his fingertips.With just a few strokes, the dishes on the table today are vividly displayed on the paper.Only when dealing with details, when he is not sure, will he click on the mobile phone photo album, take a look at it, and then improve the details.

Because it is an ink painting, it is not as realistic as an oil painting, so it has a special charm.

When Shen Changsi put the phone back, he adjusted the phone slightly in his palm.Then Shen Changsi heard a "ding" notification sound.

Shen Changsi put down his brush, clicked on the message and took a look.

Yu Biehen: "Busy?"

Shen Changsi snorted coldly in his heart, but didn't reply.

In order not to affect the painting, Shen Chang thoughtfully turned his phone to silent.

Focus on painting.

...

When Shen Changsi was painting, he bent over his desk and did not feel tired.

When the painting in my hand was more than half completed and I put down the pen, I realized that my shoulders were quite sore.

Shen Changsi rubbed his sore shoulder.He leaned back in the chair, with his head thrown back on the neck pillow.

Reviewing mountains of memorials has never been so tiring.

Suddenly, Shen Changsi suddenly thought of something.

He straightened up, and slowly took the mobile phone that was placed on the table.

At the top is Yu Biehen's profile picture.

Shen Changsi clicked on it.

Yu Biehen: "Good night."

Shen Changsi's face suddenly darkened.

After the message asking if he was busy, followed by this good night message, nothing else!

There were two fires in Shen Changsi's eyes.

Outrageous!

She left without saying goodbye that day, and there was no news after that. Looking at this situation, don't say I apologize to him, it is clear that there is no meaning to explain or explain to him.

"Why did you leave without saying goodbye that day? Why didn't you hear from me after that? Is this how Dr. Yu gets along with friends? Come when you are happy, and leave when you are not happy?"

Shen Changsi held the mobile phone in both hands, and originally planned to ask the teacher for a crime, but deleted them one by one.

When such a text was sent, it seemed that he cared about it very much!

Shen Changsi was about to exit the dialog box, but accidentally touched it with his finger and dialed the video.

Shen Changsi heard the sound of the ringing bell, and if he wanted to cancel it, he might be deceiving his ears, so he just let the bell ring.

Shen Changsi noticed that the good night message Yu Biehen sent was nearly half an hour ago.

He might be asleep by now.

Shen Changsi waited for the ringtone to stop automatically, but unexpectedly, the video was connected.

When the video was first connected, it was pitch black on the other side of the phone, and it took a few seconds for the light to come from the phone.

Yu Biehen's face also appeared on the screen.

Yu Biehen was only wearing a vest, holding his phone in one hand, his hair was slightly messed up, and he could tell he had just woken up from the bed.

Actually fell asleep!

It was as if someone was holding a big fan and fanning him again on his anger, and he was very angry in deep thought.

The angrier Shen Changsi was, the more indifferent he appeared on his face.

"You haven't slept yet?"

Because of waking up from sleep just now, Yu Biehen's voice was deeper than usual.

Shen Changsi responded coldly and silently.

Yu Biehen stared at Shen Changsi, "Still angry?"

As if being grabbed by the end of her hair from the back, Shen Changsi's expression changed instantly.But after a while, his expression returned to normal.

Shen Changsi raised his lips, "What does Doctor Yu mean?"

Yu Biehen: "If you're not angry, why didn't you reply to my message on purpose?"

Also, even his name was changed back.

Shen Changsi's eyes darkened, "You didn't sleep just now?"

"Sleeping. I just suddenly realized that the alarm clock for waking up tomorrow hasn't been set yet, so I set the alarm clock with my phone."

Shen Changsi was always thinking about Shen Changsi who didn't reply to the message all night, so after setting the alarm clock, he clicked on WeChat and checked.

I happened to see the words "the other party is typing".

Waited and waited, but did not wait for the message to be sent.

When the ringing sounded, Yu Biehen guessed that Shen Changsi must have touched it by mistake.

With the pride of Emperor Mingyou, since he was stingy with replying to messages, it was naturally impossible to send a video invitation.

He still took it.

I haven't seen you for half a month...

"Chang Si, your hair has grown."

Under the dim light, Yu Biehen's eyes were gentle.

Shen Changsi's smile was not a smile, a pair of black eyes smiled at Yu Biehen, but the smile never reached his eyes, "But is it hindering Doctor Yu's eyes?"

Yu Biehen shook his head, "No, it's very pretty."

Shen Changsi opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes were filled with doubts, as if he was thinking about the meaning of Yu Biehen's words.

"Doctor Yu is here, taking the initiative to show affection to me?"

Shen Changsi stared at Yu Biehen suspiciously, he was still guessing why Yu Biehen praised him for his good looks just now.In short, it is definitely not a simple literal meaning.

Yu Biehen sighed from the bottom of his heart. According to historical records, in the old palaces, there would often be a special person in charge of teaching the emperor about sex in bed very early on.Between men and women, or between men and men.Why...Changsi is so clueless in this regard?

"Well. I'm showing you my friendship. Is Changsi willing to reconcile with me?"

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Yu Biehen didn't say the word "he" very clearly.

It sounded like she was asking Shen Changsi if he would like to get along with him.

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感谢在2022-02-0723:58:59~2022-02-0823:57:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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