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Qin Yichen glanced at Qi Rui out of the corner of his eyes. He knew why Qi Rui was unhappy, but he didn't explain, and just hung around until he reached the door of Qi's house.

Qi Rui stood still at the door of the house, did not rush to open the door to go in, but turned to Qin Yichen and said, "Don't go in, wait for me at the door."

I usually say "brother" one sentence at a time, but this time it's good, the honorifics are gone, and the tone is not good.

"I saw that you have a lot of materials and tools in your studio, can you bring them all by yourself?"

"If you can't take it, don't take it."

"If you don't take it, you want to buy a new one?"

“I found it more comfortable to live in my own home.”

Qin Yichen: "..."

Both of them didn't control the volume of their voices, just when Qin Yichen was silent and Qi Rui was irritated and wanted to go crazy, the door opened.

What surprised Qi Rui and Qin Yichen at the same time was that the one who opened the door was not the aunt who took care of the family's meals, but Qi Zhengye.

Qi Rui's heart skipped a beat, he only wanted to ask if Wang Qingtong was home, but he ignored his father.

Qin Yichen's surprise lasted only for a moment, and he greeted Qi Zhengye as usual: "Mr. Qi!"

Qi Zhengye revealed surprise: "Yichen! Aren't you on vacation? Didn't you go out to play?"

Qin Yichen's eyes flicked across Qi Rui's body, and explained: "It's sunny after the rain, Xiao Rui wants to go out to sketch, and he told me that he has too many things to bring, so I'll come over and help."

Qi Zhengye looked at Qi Rui reproachfully: "Xiao Rui, you're wrong, you fought for the vacation for Yichen, I dare say you didn't let him take advantage of the vacation to relax and rest, but came to do coolies for you."

Although he was wronged by Qi Zhengye's accusation in his heart, Qi Rui didn't show it, but said kindly: "I also feel sorry, so why don't I go to sketch, Brother Yichen, let's go back today."

Qin Yichen looked at Qi Rui who was smiling at him, his teeth were itchy.

Qi Zhengye became more and more disapproving of Qi Rui's approach: "Yichen is here, so let people come in and sit down, how can you treat guests like you?" Then he came over and pulled Qin Yichen, "Yichen, come in quickly, it's just me There are some things I want to discuss with you."

Qi Rui, who was left outside the door by his father and Qin Yichen, looked at Qin Yichen's back supporting Qi Zhengye, similar body shape, similar aura, and even the same walking posture, for a moment Qi Rui felt that Qi Zhengye and Qin Yichen were more like father and son , itself is redundant.

Qi Rui raised his head to the void and sighed bitterly, then shook his head, complaining that he was thinking about something in a mess, and followed obediently into the house.

When Qi Rui entered, Qi Zhengye had already let Qin Yichen sit on the sofa in the living room, and was bringing fruit and drinks to Qin Yichen. Qi Rui was so jealous that he couldn't see clearly, so he went straight across the living room The two of them went to their studio.

Scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks in the studio, he recalled the inspiration not long ago, and finally caught the tentacles of inspiration again. Qi Rui adjusted the paint, and finally picked up the brush and put the first stroke on the canvas.

When one focuses on one thing, the mood tends to calm down, and the time is like flowing water. Qi Rui regained his senses, and the painting is half completed, and almost an hour has passed.

Holding the paintbrush, Qi Rui stretched his arms and stretched upwards. Halfway through the stretch, the door of the studio opened suddenly, and the slight sound of the door opening made Qi Rui's body stiff. He kept his arms half-stretched, and turned to look at To Qin Yichen who walked in from the door.