Thousands of people suspect that they have become a spiritual queen

Su Jiao felt himself split.

Su Banana stood up.

Yan Lian: "Where are you going?"

Su Jiao looked back at him, holding a math problem, "Go to the teacher's office and ask about homework."

Yan Lian: "I can do it, I can teach you."

Su Jiao: "But I don't want to listen to you."

Su Jiao turned her head to leave, but Yan Lian suddenly said, "Are you going to find Gu Xichu?"

The surrounding air became inexplicably colder, and some students shivered, "It's so cold."

Su Jiao's footsteps stopped, and he turned to look at Yan Lian.

The boy's pupils were very clear amber, and when he looked over, Yan Lian's heart skipped a beat and he forgot everything.

He waits for Su-joo to say something.

But Su Jiao didn't say anything, quickly looked away, and left the classroom with his math homework.

The school arranged a separate office for Gu Xichu, so it is not difficult to find.

That's right, Su Jiao came to look for Gu Xichu.

Su Banana knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Gu Xichu's voice was very clear.

Su Ban opened the door.

The room illuminated by the sun is clear and bright. A man is playing with a pot of spider plants in front of the window. His slender fingers are touching the slender leaves, and the emerald color is faintly reflected in his white fingers.

After Su Jiao entered, he didn't look over, his eyes still focused on the spider plant.

Su Jiao was not in a hurry, and quietly waited for him to get the flowers.

Until the class bell rang.

Gu Xichu got up and glanced at Su Jiao.

The boy was wearing a mask, holding a math book, with fluffy and soft hair, and a pair of bright amber eyes, just staring at him without speaking.

He wasn't too surprised that Su Jiao came to him, but what surprised him was that when the bell rang for class, Su Jiao didn't show any anxious expression.

He withdrew his gaze and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He washed his hands slowly and carefully until he was completely clean.

At this time, he turned to look at Su Jiao, and smiled, "Is it okay if you don't go to class?"

Su Jiao blinked: "It's okay, I have a question I want to ask the teacher."

Gu Xichu wiped his hands with a towel, and paused when he heard the words, "Question? Do you want to study art?"

"No." Su Jiao said, "I want to ask how long the teacher will teach art here."

Gu Xichu's eyes fell on him, as if he was a little surprised: "I...what do you care about this?"

Gu Xichu didn't wait for Su Jiao to answer, he said: "It's just a name, it's not very good to give culture classes these days, I plan to give some references to students who are planning to choose art majors."

His tone was faintly cheerful, and he seemed to feel very good about Su Jiao's initiative to ask about it.

Su Banan looked at the gleaming reference: "."

"However, if there are some life or other problems."

Gu Xichu looked like a very caring teacher: "I don't mind using some of my experience to give some advice to students who need it."

"Can you also talk about the troubles in life?"

Seeing Gu Xichu nodding, Su Jiao said, "If it's possible, then I do have a lot of worries to talk about."

"I don't even go to class, it seems like I'm going to have a long talk."

Gu Xichu smiled, pointed to the sofa, "Sit down."

The sofa was unexpectedly soft and comfortable. This kind of aristocratic high school for rich people seems to treat teachers very well.

"Is such that."

Su Jiao said slowly: "Before, I always received some strange paintings..."

Gu Xichu: "Strange?"

So Gu Xichu saw the boy's ears gradually turning red.

The boy's tone was slightly vague: "In short...it's not a very good painting."

Gu Xichu frowned slightly: "Isn't it pretty?"

Su Jiao interrupted him: "Don't worry about whether it looks good or not, it's just a strange painting!"

Gu Xichu was kind and generous: "Okay, um... are you troubled by these strange paintings now?"

Su Jiao pushed the boat smoothly: "Yeah, I also moved because of this."

In fact, the move was not all because of this, but Su Jiao didn't mind making a fuss about it.

Gu Xichu narrowed his eyes slightly.

But his tone is still gentle: "So what is painted on it that bothers you so much? I'm curious."

Su Jiao pouted in his heart, what was painted on it, don't you know the best?Feel free to ask.

But Su Jiao looked distressed and embarrassed: "It involves some personal privacy, forgive me for not being able to tell you..."

"And I got sick a few days ago." Su Jiao said to herself, "My brother also confiscated my mobile phone."

Su Jiao: "I don't know if that person has sent me paintings these days. It would be terrible if he did."

Su Jiao showed a worried expression: "My brother is very strict with me and has a bad temper. If he knows about this, he will be very angry."

Su Jiao said, observing Gu Xichu's reaction from the corner of her eye.

"So that's the case." Gu Xichu showed a slightly troubled look, "This is a trouble that experience can't solve, and I have never encountered such a thing."

"But I'm very curious." Gu Xichu said, "Why didn't you tell the head teacher about these things, but tell me——my new teacher?"

Of course it's because you are the culprit.

Su Jiao: "Because the teacher is not a very good painter."

Su Jiao: "I said this, of course not because I doubt the teacher's character, but because... they are all painters, maybe the teacher will understand the other party's psychology better?"

"Besides, if the class teacher knows about this kind of thing, it will be very troublesome. Teacher Gu himself said that he will not stay here for too long. He will just leave after a few classes under the guise of a name... It is not the most appropriate thing for me to ask the teacher to tell me. Is it?"

"If the teacher feels offended by saying this, I will first say sorry."

Gu Xichu listened, and smiled from the bottom of his heart, thinking, if you find it, you will find it, you really can play tricks.

Su Jiao stared at Gu Xichu: "So, the teacher thinks, after I move, will that person still send me strange paintings?"

In fact, although Su Jiao asked this question, she didn't care how he would answer it.

Su Jiao came here just to remind the other party vaguely, don't send him those messy paintings anymore, he can't receive them, and it's useless to send them - and when he was sick before... It's best if you don't send them. Well, that doesn't make much sense either.

But he still pretended to be well-behaved, pretending to wait for the other party to answer.

After all, their superficial relationship now is nothing more than someone who once met in the hospital and received help from each other—student and teacher?

Su Jiao guessed what the other party would say, probably to comfort her?Say that the other party won't, or maybe that person hasn't sent paintings since he was sick, so he can relax?

If he answered the latter, Su Jiao thought, he should be relieved...

--"certainly."

Su Jiao was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at Gu Xichu.

The man touched the slender leaves of the orchid, "If you didn't receive it, it should be a pity for him...Of course he will continue to send it."

A shallow smile appeared on the corner of Gu Xichu's lips, and the warm yellow sunlight fell on him, making him look very harmless.But what he said was obviously not the case, "He will definitely not give up on this matter."

Su Jiao didn't expect him to reply like this, subconsciously: "Why?"

"Have you ever heard of a legend?" Gu Xichu smiled, her peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, she looked at Su Jiao like this - when he looked at people like this, his eyelids were slightly raised and his pupils were shining, which always made people Faintly moved: "It's about the painter."

Su Jiao: "What?"

"In the legend, there is a very famous painter. Every painting he draws is crazy. People say that his painting style is strange and changeable, and full of strange charm. Every painting of his is unique. He was fired for sky-high prices, but in the end the painter didn’t sell a single painting—even though he was destitute and starving.”

Gu Xichu asked: "Do you know why this happened?"

Su Jiao looked at Gu Xichu, but said nothing.

Gu Xichu didn't care, and continued, "Because the artist dedicated his soul to his paintings."

"Every painting he drew during his lifetime hides a piece of his soul."

"If the painting is given or sold to many people, his soul will be torn apart and will no longer be complete, and he will not be able to go to heaven or hell after death."

"He can only hold all the paintings with souls in his own hands, or give them to those who will spend his life with them."

Su Jiao's eyes widened unconsciously.

He hesitated, "So..."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Of course it does."

Gu Xichu continued to say unhurriedly: "That painter, maybe he thought that he would dedicate all his soul to you..."

Facing Gu Xichu's unintentionally looking eyes, Su Jiao's scalp went numb for a moment.

The meaning there is too deep and complicated, even the sentimentality of peach blossom eyes is no longer pure.

Su Jiao's tone was a little stiff: "I don't understand what you are talking about... Teacher."

As if reminding him of something, the boy added "teacher" with a stiff tail.

He also seemed to feel that this was too pale, and said, "The teacher is really exaggerating. After all, the legend is just a legend... It is very hard to draw a picture, maybe he will get tired of it soon."

"No," Gu Xichu gently cut off a piece of emerald green orchid leaf, staring at the emerald-like broken leaf in his palm, his tone was gentle but undeniable—

"Since he started."

"It won't end."

Seeing that the young man's face seemed a little unsightly, Gu Xichu didn't realize it, and turned into a kind and friendly teacher again, and naturally changed the subject, "However, since classmate Su came to me to ask questions, why did he bring a math book?"

Su Jiao was silent for a while, then stood up: "I took it wrong, teacher, I'll go back to class first."

The boy left the office, and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away.

Gu Xichu held the broken leaf in his palm, slowly tightened his slender and fair hands, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and the light in his peach blossom eyes was astonishing.

When Su Jiao went back, Su Chimian personally drove to pick him up.

Su Chimian would pick him up from school every day, but if the company was busy, the driver would pick him up—this was rarely the case.

When he came to pick up Su Jiao, although Su Chimian didn't talk much, Su Jiao could feel that he was in a good mood.

just today...

Su Jiao looked at Su Chimian not far away, who was standing straight in front of the car, looking at his watch frequently, and frowning.

Su Jiao felt that his brother was in a bad mood—no, it should be said, very bad.

Su Jiao vaguely guessed something.

At this moment, Su Chimian saw him, frowned, opened the car door for him, and signaled him to get in the car.

Su Jiao stopped in front of the car door.

Su Chimian looked at him: "Get in the car."

"I remembered something." Su Jiao stared at the anti-spy film on the car window, without looking at Su Chimian: "I bought some things online before, and they should have arrived...you won't give me my phone if……"

Su Chimian interrupted him: "The courier with the correct address will be taken by the housekeeper for you."

I don't know if it was Su Jiao's illusion, but he always felt that what Su Chimian said was cold.

"Oh……"

Su Jiao stared at Su Chimian, but didn't get in the car.

Su Chimian: "?"

Su Jiao: "You interrupt me."

Su Chimian: "..."

Su Jiao concluded: "You are impatient with me."

Su Chimian: "No."

Su Jiao: "But you interrupted me."

Su Jiao said again: "You are impatient with me and still care about me. Why are you like this? You don't care about my mood at all. You treat me well because you want to satisfy your desire to control and relieve your guilt—"

angry?He can be more angry than him.

Su Chimian apologized resolutely: "I'm sorry."

Before Su Jiao finished speaking, he was picked up horizontally and placed on the back seat of the car, "We'll talk about it when we go home."

Su Jiao: "I don't—" Get in the car.

But the person was already in the car, the door was still locked, the car started, Su Jiao was depressed for a while, and decided to let himself go: "Then I will go to the warehouse to have a look."

Su Chimian didn't answer him, but the speed of the car suddenly increased a lot, and the surrounding scenery quickly retreated. According to this posture, the one-hour drive from the school to the villa could be turned into half an hour by Su Chimian.

Su Jiao thought that the paintings that Gu Xichu sent him must have been seen by Su Chimian.

No... Maybe it's not that bad, Su Chimian's company is so busy, so there's no time to care about his delivery, right?

Su Jiao deliberately said: "Why are you driving so fast, I'm going to get carsick..."

So the speed slowed down again.

Su Chimian finally spoke: "Dizzy or not?"

"I'm not dizzy anymore."

With Su Chimian's attitude, Su Jiao couldn't figure it out again.

Didn't it actually happen?Are you angry about something else?

But these lucky thoughts came to an abrupt end when he saw the burnt black warehouse of his house.

Su Jiao looked at the mess in the room and couldn't believe it. He tremblingly asked the housekeeper, "You said... Su Chimian did this?"

"Yes, young master." The butler said tactfully, "Mr. Su missed it for a while..."

Su Jiao felt himself split.

Su Chimian burned down his house, he deserves death! !

Neither does the warehouse! !