Delay first love

"Mom, Dad hasn't been home for two nights. When I called him, he said he was on a long-distance run, but I heard the sounds around him were very noisy, so he shouldn't be in the car." Zhong Ye worriedly asked Yao Yan for help. .

Yao Yan said angrily: "Don't worry about him, just fool around with him wherever he wants, you can just study with peace of mind."

"But--"

"What is he worried about? Don't you remember when I took you to the mahjong parlor to catch him when you were young?"

"remember."

"Your dad is just a dog who can't change eating shit. Don't think about it. When he gambles all the money in his pocket, he will go home honestly, and you can study at ease. You will stay in the school cafeteria at noon and night. I will go there on weekends. You cook."

"No, Mom, I can do it myself."

Yao Yan wanted to say something else, but she and the child hadn't talked warmly for a long time, and now she didn't know how to comfort her, so she had to be silent.

After Zhong Ye hung up the phone, Yao Yan turned around and called Zhong Jiaming, scolding: "Zhong Jiaming, are you still human? If you don't gamble, you will die, right? You still don't care about your son?"

"I'm busy, I'll call you later." Zhong Jiaming hung up the phone directly.

Yao Yan could only swallow her anger, and she didn't expect Zhong Jiaming to take it easy, but Zhong Ye had a year to go before the college entrance examination, and there was a high probability that he wouldn't be able to get into any good university, and the tuition and living expenses for the next four years would be another expense , Yao Yan also wanted to find an ordinary job to stay by Zhong Ye's side, but with her level of education, being a nanny in a wealthy family was the best choice.

Sister Wang called her to clean the garden, Yao Yan stuffed her phone back into her pocket and hurriedly followed.

Tonight Yan Xu accompanied his father Yan Wentao to attend the banquet. When passing by the garden, he asked Yan Wentao, "Dad, Auntie Xiaoyue's daily chemical company doesn't seem to be doing well recently. Why don't you help her?"

Yan Wentao said with a smile: "Xiaoyue is high-minded, she will not be happy if I help her."

"She doesn't care much about your affairs." Yan Xu said pretending to be indifferent.

"When she got married, she made an agreement with me to take care of each other in life, keep a clear line in finances, and not interfere with each other in career. I also like her temperament, Xiaoxu, you have to learn from your Auntie Xiaoyue. Let me learn, as the rich second generation, how can I make good use of my parents' resources to start my own business."

"Yes," Yan Xu said respectfully, and then mentioned: "Jincheng seems to have no interest in these things about the company."

"Let him go." Yan Wentao said indifferently.

Yan Xu felt complacent, and just about to bend the corners of his mouth, he heard Yan Wentao say: "I have talked with your Auntie Xiaoyue, and I admit that this child is only a temporary mental disorder. In fact, he can still socialize normally at school. His Teachers and classmates also like him very much, if he wants to inherit the family business in the future, it is not a problem, it mainly depends on himself."

Yan Xu's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't understand what Yan Wentao meant, why should Lu Jin inherit the family business?What about him?Just now you said "start your own business", do you not want to hand over Shengnan to him?

Although he knew that Yan Wentao might just say it casually, Yan Xu, who looked at Lu Jincheng like a thorn in his flesh, felt very uncomfortable. The resentment in his heart was completely ignited, and he couldn't believe it. Yan Wentao actually still has feelings for this stepson and expects him to overcome his psychological barrier.

Why is that lunatic getting so much attention?Even Yan Wentao, who is always stern, called him "this kid" affectionately, and even Xiaoxi asked at the dinner table yesterday, "Is the second brother not coming back?"

Yan Xu really hoped that he would never come back.

He even hoped that Yan Wentao and Lu Yue would divorce, so that Shengnan Group could be handed over to him intact.

After school, Zhong Ye went straight to Changming's apartment. Before Lu Jincheng came home, Zhong Ye squatted by the door and waited. Although Lu Jincheng gave him the key, he thought it better not to go in without authorization.

Zhong Jiaming hadn't been home for three days, Zhong Ye was a little worried, but every time he called, Zhong Jiaming would answer him vigorously and tell him he was fine.

Zhong Ye looked at the tip of his shoe, full of depression.

Lu Jincheng was recently forced by the teacher of the main subject to ask him to answer questions after school, so he was later than usual. Zhong Ye waited for half an hour but couldn't wait for anyone. He was hesitating whether to go home when the elevator door suddenly opened. A man with shoulder-length curly hair stepped out of it.

Half of his face was covered by a black mask, his eyes were very downcast, and the irregularly cut three-quarter-sleeve shirt he was wearing was also pure black, and he exuded a lazy and gloomy artist atmosphere. He didn't notice Zhong Ye at first, looking for the key When he opened the door, he put down the things in his hands, and saw a boy squatting on the opposite side with his head poking his head out of the corner of his eye, so he turned around and glanced at Zhong Ye.

Zhong Ye immediately lowered his head, but couldn't help it, because the square painting at the man's feet revealed the tip of the iceberg, and the fabric slowly slipped down. It turned out to be an abstract oil painting with blue as the main tone.

Seeing Zhong Ye's cute appearance and not taking his eyes off it, the man took the initiative to ask, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Ye quickly waved his hand, "Sorry, I didn't mean to see it."

"Draw it?" The man straightened the frame, turned to Zhong Ye, and said openly, "Look at it if you want."

Zhong Ye was amazed by the bold design and smooth lines of this painting, "Is this your work?"

"No, I saw it in an Italian gallery and thought it was pretty good, so I bought it back."

"It's beautiful," Zhong Ye sincerely praised, but he was afraid of offending the other party, so he said cautiously: "I guess you should also be doing art-related work."

The man smiled, "Is it obvious?"

Zhong Ye nodded.

"It's not art, it's just drawing cartoons."

Zhong Ye was very excited, stood up awkwardly, with his hands behind his back, his voice trembling a little, as if admiring, "Really? I... like drawing very much, I taught myself."

The man narrowed his eyes, raised his finger and asked, "Did you draw the one on your school card?"

Zhong Ye picked up his school card, and there was indeed a piece of Zhong Ye's favorite cartoon character in "Spiritual Breakthrough" on the back. He drew fan pictures on the square card the size of the school card, and he wore it every day. Look, he hurriedly took it out and sent it over. The man raised his eyebrows after examining it carefully, and praised: "That's right, a self-taught person can draw like this, he is talented."

"Really?" Zhong Ye opened his eyes wide.

The man took off his mask, revealing his entire face. He looked less than 30 years old, but he was very handsome. Zhong Ye was taken aback, feeling a little familiar. Seeing the pure and clear eyes of this child, the man became interested in teasing him. He smiled and asked, "Can I keep this picture as a souvenir? In exchange, I can give you one too."

He opened the door and went home. Half a minute later, he took out an A4-sized drawing and handed it to Zhong Ye. He leaned against the door frame and asked, "Can we exchange it?"

Zhong Ye looked down, only to find that it was an uncolored drawing, and most importantly, it was the same cartoon character as the one on Zhong Ye's school card.

"You can't be Teacher Song, can you?"

The man is noncommittal.

Zhong Ye almost screamed, but Song Ranqiu just smiled at him and returned Zhong Ye's photo card, "It can be seen that you like comics very much, keep going."

Zhong Ye was so excited that he lost his mind, and while pressing the drawing in his arms, he put the small card back into the man's hand, and said confusedly: "Thank you, thank you, it can be exchanged, it can be exchanged."

Song Ranqiu was amused by him, and accepted it with a smile on his face. As soon as he raised his head, he collided with the eyes of the person behind Zhong Ye. He had never seen a child with such a sense of intimidation at a young age. He was slightly dazed, and Zhong Ye raised his Hand assured him: "Don't worry, I'll pretend I haven't seen you today, and I won't mention your address to anyone in the future, thank you very much!"

Song Ranqiu patted Zhong Ye on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement, then he carried the oil painting outside the door to his home and closed the door.

Zhong Ye stood there blankly for a long time as if in a dream. He picked up the drawing and looked at every detail carefully. This is Song Ranqiu's manuscript. Although it looks like a waste manuscript, the lines and light and shade are still You can see the foundation.

Zhong Ye stood at the door of Song Ranqiu's house and watched for a full 5 minutes, and then he came back to his senses, hugging the drawing dearly, and almost screamed as soon as he turned around.

Lu Jincheng's face was as dark as Yan Luo's, and he stood in front of the elevator fiercely. Zhong Ye hurried up to meet him, and told him about the adventure just now: "Lu Jincheng, do you know that the chief writer of the most popular manga is right next door to you? My God! I just I was so excited that my legs almost went weak."

Lu Jincheng remained silent.

Zhong Ye grabbed Lu Jincheng's coat, and chirped: "The series of comics you bought me last time were also drawn by him. They were his works three years ago. In just three years, his level has improved again. leap."

Lu Jincheng still didn't speak, Zhong Ye didn't notice, put his palms together, pressed the sketch into his palms, made a gesture of worshiping Buddha, and prayed: "I really want to be a cartoonist like him."

The excitement gradually calmed down, and only then did Zhong Ye realize that Lu Jincheng's face was full of displeasure. He walked up to Lu Jincheng's side, poked Lu Jincheng's cheek, "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Jincheng frowned and asked, "Why did he pat you on the shoulder?"

Zhong Ye was stunned, and it took him a while to realize where Lu Jincheng's unhappiness came from. He said angrily, "What are you talking about? It's just a pat on the shoulder for encouragement."

"No." Lu Jincheng blurted out.

Zhong Ye didn't want to spoil Lu Jincheng, so he put his hips on his arms and asked, "Why not?"

"It's just not possible."

"Explain the reason, just say the conclusion and don't score."

Lu Jincheng looked straight into Zhong Ye's eyes, "You understand the reason in your heart."

Zhong Ye immediately looked away, a little at a loss, lowered his head and said, "I don't understand, move out of the way, I want to go into the studio to get something."

Lu Jincheng happened to be standing at the door of the studio. Seeing this, he reached out and grabbed the doorknob of the studio. Zhong Ye blushed even more. He went to break Lu Jincheng's hand, but Lu Jincheng was trapped in front of the door frame. Zhong Ye put his hands on Lu Jincheng's chest , "No, Lu Jincheng, no."

Lu Jincheng got closer and closer, "Why not?"

"Let's wait until the exam is over."

"Is my exam over, or yours over?"

Zhong Ye was so hot that he was almost smoking, and he didn't want to speak, but Lu Jincheng forced him: "If you don't answer, the contents inside will be confiscated."

Zhong Ye compromised for the painting tools, "Anyway, let's talk about it after the exam is over."

After a moment of silence, Lu Jincheng leaned over and hugged him, Zhong Ye subconsciously hugged Lu Jincheng's waist, the sketch in his hand was pinched and wrinkled, and he didn't care about it.