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Wen Ruixue sat on the steps with half a watermelon in her arms, dug up a large piece of red flesh in the center of the watermelon with a spoon, and called to Wen Ling who was squatting in the nursery: "Brother, come and eat."

Wen Ling held a small shovel in his hand and waved his hand to indicate that he would not eat it. He carefully observed the stems and leaves of the plants to confirm the health of the flower seedlings.

Wen Ruixue stuffed the melon pulp into her mouth, stretched her legs comfortably, and sighed comfortably: "It's so sweet."

Wen Ling turned her head to look at her sister, bending her eyes. The 20-year-old young man has fair skin and a handsome appearance. His eyes are clear and bright. His eyebrows are thin and curved.

Wen Ruixue is handsome, with high cheekbones and bridge of nose, thick black hair and eyebrows, a pair of auspicious phoenix eyes, and a high ponytail. Her height of 1.7 meters 1.8 gives her a tough aura.Although Wen Ling is [-] meters four, a bit taller than Wen Ruixue, his gentle and harmless appearance always makes people ignore his height.

The siblings stood together, Wen Ruixue looked like a knight protecting the young master.

"You've been messing around for a long time, aren't you thirsty?" Wen Ruixue dug out another piece of melon pulp, put it over Wen Ling's shoulder, and put it near his mouth, "Eat a piece quickly, it's very sweet."

Wen Ling had no choice but to tilt her head to taste, put down the shovel and sign [thank you] to her sister.

"What is your kind?" Wen Ruixue asked.

The good-tempered Wen Ling put down the shovel again, and gestured [Starry Sky].

"Oh... wait, that one from before, Chu Zhesong, he likes the stars the most, doesn't he?" Wen Ruixue gritted her teeth at the mention of this name, "You still miss him after he's gone, are you out of your mind? ?”

Wen Ling blinked, his overly well-behaved appearance made it hard for anyone to scold him, he sighed, and now that he was pulling the shovel, Wen Ruixue asked, when would he be able to loosen the soil in a small nursery at the door.He simply stood up with the shovel in hand, and signed to Wen Ruixue [It's not that he likes the sky full of stars, but I like it].He walked into the shop with a brown wooden door carrying a small bucket, and Wen Ruixue followed him like a little tail: "Then what does he like?"

【tulip. 】Wen Ling put the shovel into the bucket, put the bucket behind the door, washed her hands under the tap, picked up the tablet and typed 【I want to eat ice cream, green mood. 】

"All right, all right, I'll go buy it right away." Wen Ruixue agreed, and before leaving, she said worriedly, "Send me a text message if you have anything to do, don't think about Chu Zhesong, he's an idiot."

Wen Ling nodded and made an OK gesture.

There was a regular customer sitting in the coffee shop opposite the door. The waiter served him a cup of hazelnut mocha. The man said, "Thank you."However, he came here every day and sat for an entire afternoon. The waiter was no longer surprised, but he still sighed silently in his heart. The same voice, why some people speak like sawing wood, and some people speak like a cello.

Ke Yici took out a photo and figured it out, this is his fourth summer here.The boy in the photo has red lips and white teeth, and a shy smile. He is clearly Wen Ling when he was a teenager.He put the photo in the middle of the wallet and looked at the shop across the street. If he was himself three years ago, he would never have imagined that he would be able to make such a perverted voyeuristic act.

He picked up his coffee cup and took a sip. He spent all eight days of annual leave here every year, like a dormant cobra, waiting for the right moment to drag home the delicious food sitting in the grocery store across the street.

Wen Ruixue walked into the small shop with a bag of ice cream, and kicked a brown spinning top far away. She said with disgust, "Dad likes to collect these miscellaneous things. Does anyone really buy them?"

[No one bought it. 】Wen Ling gestured, he took the ice cream, unpacked it, and left curved teeth marks on the top of the ice cream.

"I saw a store over there that posted advertising posters that help children with their homework." Wen Ruixue said, "Brother, why don't you post one as well to earn some extra money."

Wen Ling is a third-year student in the Department of Painting of Central American Academy of Arts. On weekdays, he also earns extra money by submitting manuscripts online.Because he suffers from psychogenic aphasia, the doctor advised him to get in touch with strangers more and have healthy social interactions, which may improve his disordered pronunciation function.

Wen Ruixue encouraged: "Your paintings have been exhibited in CAFA Art Exhibition, and you have a small booth of your own. Your works have been shown on TV. I think it is completely qualified to teach others." She put the ice cream into the freezer of the refrigerator, "Think about it, The student is not Chu Zhesong, so he will not force you to go to bars or other places. Children, it is very easy to coax, you will be fooled by smiling more."

Wen Ling didn't understand the connection between his smiling and deceiving children, but he was indeed moved by what his sister said. He cleared his throat and made a single sound: "Okay." Tune, sounds a little funny.

Wen Ruixue turned her head in surprise, rushed to Wen Ling, and slapped her brother's arm vigorously: "Well said, say a few more words."

Wen Ling shook his head, and he gestured 【It doesn't sound good. 】

"It sounds good! Why doesn't it sound good? Listen, Chu Zhesong is an idiot. Don't believe what he said. What he said is nothing but rubbish." Wen Ruixue said, "I say it sounds good, I am your sister , you listen to me."

Wen Ling smiled, and he tried to say again: "Okay."

Wen Ruixue found a piece of A4 paper, stuffed Wen Ling with a marker pen, and said, "You write, the enrollment of traditional Chinese painting, [-] hours, and the Central Academy of Fine Arts will teach directly."

Wen Ling wrote stroke by stroke. His handwriting was the same as his own, round and well-behaved. He didn't write genius.

"100 yuan is too cheap." Wen Ruixue said, "Your face is worth two hundred."

Wen Ling selectively listened to his sister's opinion, and he gestured [No one is coming. 】

"Impossible." Wen Ruixue walked to the corner of the store, found an electric speaker from the back of the cabinet, pressed the recording button, and read according to the words on the paper: "Central American Painting is recruiting students, 100 yuan an hour, The handsome guy is teaching, you will learn it, don't miss it when you pass by!"

Wen Ling was amused by his sister, and he waved his hands repeatedly, expressing that he couldn't afford to lose this man.Wen Ruixue didn't feel ashamed, she pressed the repeat button, pasted the electric speaker and A4 paper on the shop door, and sat at the door with a ponytail to greet passers-by.

Cicada in midsummer was tirelessly yelling and making noise. Wen Ling was afraid of her sister's heat stroke, so she asked a neighbor to borrow a big umbrella to stand on the ground. Wen Ruixue hid under the shade of the big umbrella, enjoying ice cream and watermelon.The electric horn was played all afternoon, but no students signed up, but a bold girl came forward to add Wen Ruixue's WeChat.

Wen Ling was a little frustrated, Wen Ruixue patted his brother on the shoulder and said, "Continue tomorrow, there will definitely be people signing up."

The next day, Wen Ruixue's electric horn was confiscated by the police for disturbing the people.

Wen Ling and Wen Ruixue look at me and I look at you. Wen Ling was about to dissuade her sister from giving up this idea, but Wen Ruixue became more courageous as she fought.She carried out a table, took out a piece of rice paper and an inkstone, and said, "You are drawing on the street, and I will help you. There must be someone willing to learn."

Wen Ling couldn't bear to extinguish her younger sister's enthusiasm, so she went into the shop and took out the painting materials, and stood beside the trash can to sharpen pencils.At first it was just Wen Ruixue's epiphany, but after the police confiscated the horn, this idea became Wen Ruixue's career.

Ke Yici, who was sitting in the coffee shop and observed across the street, suppressed his eagerness to move. A hunter must have 100% patience and perseverance.Holding the 100 yuan, he told himself to wait a little longer, don't rush up to strike up a conversation with Wen Ling so impatiently, at least wait until Wen Ling accepted the first student.

However, from morning to afternoon, the sunset elongated the shadow of the telephone pole, the moon loomed in the eastern sky, and Wen Ling drew a lifelike colorful tiger on the drawing board, but still no student signed up.

Wen Ruixue curled up in the chair and yawned. She said, "Tomorrow, someone will definitely sign up."

Wen Lingquan was playing with his younger sister. He lowered his head to outline the tiger's thick hair, only to hear a male voice as clear as a stream crashing against pebbles: "Hello, I want to learn Chinese painting."

"Ah, that's great!" Wen Ruixue jumped up, pointing at Wen Ling, "This is a Chinese painting teacher, surnamed Wen."

"Hello, Mr. Wen." The man said.

Wen Ling's face changed instantly when he heard the voice. He rarely lost his composure like this. He turned his head to look at the man, frowned, put down his pen and walked towards the shop.Ke Yici followed closely, but before he could speak, the door panel thrown by Wen Ling slapped his words back in his throat.

"What's the matter, this is..." Wen Ruixue asked Ke Yici in bewilderment, "Do you know each other?"

"...It's acquaintance." Ke Yi said dully.