I live next door and my surname is Jiang

The first night in the villa was not comfortable. Jiang Mianchi has always had a light sleep, and he is not a person who loses consciousness after falling asleep, but this night he slept extraordinarily deeply, as if pressed by a black cloth He, the whole person fell into the darkness.

Last night he followed Tao Yin's words and locked the door, then leaned against the bed and read a book, feeling tired after a while...

Jiang Mianchi sat up abruptly, her eyes fell on the books on the floor.

Last night when he was reading a book, he felt tired without even reading a few pages. The book slipped from his hand to the floor without even caring about it. His consciousness only supported him to pull the quilt for himself, and then fell into a deep sleep.

After washing, he walked to the door, and instead of rushing to open the door, he studied the bolt. There was no sign of damage to the bolt, and it was firmly fastened. Jiang Mianchi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When he went downstairs, Tao Yin was already making breakfast in the kitchen. The aroma of toast made Jiang Mian enter the kitchen quietly, and saw Tao Yin was frying eggs with a spatula in his hand. His body was as warm as bread, exuding heat.

This scene would have been a beautiful scene, if the rolled up sleeves hadn't exposed the bandages on his arms.

There was still blood on the bandage, and it was tied in a mess, like the result of hasty processing, which did not match Tao Yin's steady personality at all.

Jiang Mianchi squinted his eyes and observed, then exited the kitchen and yawned greatly.

Hearing the voice, Tao Yin hurriedly pulled down his sleeves to cover the injured area. When he turned around, he saw a young boy in pajamas with fluffy hair. He put down his hand covering his mouth. The sleep marks that came out melted Tao Yin's heart.

Jiang Mianchi looked blank, as if he still didn't know where he was, and when he saw Tao Yin looking at him, he waved, "Tao Yinyin, good morning."

Tao Yin smiled and softened his voice, "Good morning, Teacher Jiang, sit at the table for a while, breakfast will be ready soon."

Jiang Mianchi didn't have the slightest sense of being a guest, nodded and floated to the table like a wandering spirit, Tao Yin prepared bread, fried eggs and milk for him.

The fried eggs are golden and crisp, and the bread is soft and sweet. I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but he always feels that Tao Yin's fried eggs are different from other people's fried eggs.

Just as he was about to pick up the milk, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on the glass of milk.

Tao Yin, who was looking at Jiang Mianchi with loving eyes, saw him hesitate and couldn't help asking, "What's the matter? Don't you like milk?"

Jiang Mianchi calmly took a sip of the milk, then said to Tao Yin obediently, "Fortunately, I'm just not used to drinking milk before going to bed, so you don't have to bring me milk at night."

Tao Yin was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Okay... I see."

After eating and drinking, Jiang Mianchi asked, "Has Yu Jin woke up?"

Tao Yin put away the plate in front of him, and pointed at it, "The young master went to the garden, and he also brought a drawing board and paints. He should be painting in the yard."

Jiang Mianchi signaled that she understood, then got up and walked towards the garden.

Yu Jin was still sitting at the place where Jiang Mianchi saw him for the first time, but this time it was daytime, and the beauty impact was even greater, a petal swayed back and forth and landed on Yu Jin's hair, Yu Jin was completely helpless. Sensing, looking down at the drawing board in front of him, like a little prince who knows nothing about the world.

Next to him was a painting bucket, which contained brushes and paints. The brushes were placed in one layer, and the paints were placed in another layer. The brushes were neatly arranged one by one, like rows of soldiers.

Jiang Mianchi took another look at his painting bucket, walked around the fountain and walked behind him, and his eyes fell on his painting.

It may be because he has just arrived and this painting is still half-finished, but Jiang Mianchi can already see from the prototype that he painted this garden, which is no different from the last time. If there is any difference, it is probably... the color is more colorful Is it dark?

Jiang Mianchi raised her head and glanced at the bright sun, feeling a little aggrieved for the sun.

He raised his hand and poked Yu Jin, and poked Yu Jin again, but Yu Jin still didn't respond, after thinking about it, he turned and went back to the villa.

After a while, Jiang Mianchi also brought over a drawing board, laid out drawing paper, took out a palette, and began to draw on his own, without any intention of responding to Yu Jin.

A breeze blows, and the petals are flying, which is quite a sense of tranquility in the years.

In fact, Jiang Mianchi wasn't thinking about painting, after all, he received a lot of money, and it didn't look good if he kept paddling, but Yu Jin didn't want to talk to him, so he had to secretly look at Yu Jin while scribbling.

Yu Jin didn't look at him, it was a bit far from what he thought, relying on being pure and pretentious to attract Yu Jin's attention, so Jiang Mianchi decided to take the initiative.

He took his painting off the drawing board, walked to Yu Jin's side, roughly tore off Yu Jin's painting, clipped his own painting on Yu Jin's drawing board, and hooked the corners of his mouth provocatively, "Such rubbish If you don’t paint, how about painting mine?”

Yu Jin's eyes fell on Jiang Mianchi's painting.

Jiang Mianchi's painting is the same picture as his, but the painting is completely different from his. The sky is blue and the white clouds are leisurely. It makes people feel happy just by looking at it, and it seems that they can also feel the warm sunshine and breeze.

The most important thing is that this is also a semi-finished picture, there are places that are not filled with color, and there are also blank places, waiting for another person to fill it.

Without hesitation, Jiang Mianchi tore Yu Jin's painting in half and threw it into the wastebasket, "In order not to waste your brother's money, I will be responsible for tearing the painting for you in the future, how about it?"

Yu Jin, "..."

He coldly stuffed the brush in Jiang Mianchi's hand, "You think beautifully."

This was the first time Jiang Mianchi heard him speak, his voice was crisp and pleasant, and he couldn't help but squinted his eyes, "It's okay, it's okay, it's not dumb, and it can still communicate."

Yu Jin didn't want to communicate with him, so she stepped aside and raised her chin towards the drawing board.

Jiang Mianchi took Yu Jin's palette casually, dipped some red paint and mixed with the colors on the whole paint palette, it looked much brighter, and began to paint carefully.

After a while, the painting was completed, perfectly like a work of art, without any flaws.

Yu Jin watched his movements quietly, watching how his brushes painted just the right lines and colors on the paper, every stroke aroused extreme comfort.

Without giving Yu Jin more time to appreciate it, Jiang Mianchi picked up the biggest paintbrush without hesitation, waved his hand, and directly pasted the paint on the paper, a perfect painting was covered with a big red spot .

A good painting was devastated all of a sudden. Although the objects in the painting can still be seen clearly, the red spot is dazzling no matter how you look at it.

Jiang Mianchi pretended to appreciate it, nodded in satisfaction, put away the painting tools, and Yu Jin, who was watching his smooth operation, regretted handing him the brush.

The more he looked at the red spot, the more unpleasant it became. He wanted to take it off and tear it off, but Jiang Mianchi blocked it.

Jiang Mianchi blinked innocently, "Master, this is my painting, you have no right to tear it off."

Yu Jin withdrew his hand, stared at Jiang Mian fixedly for a few seconds, picked up his painting bucket and turned back to the room, not seeing it for nothing.

During the meal, just halfway through eating, Jiang Mianchi took out his destroyed painting from the chair next to him and showed it to Tao Yin, "Tao Yinyin, this is what I drew today, does it look good? "

The proud look is like a child showing off toys, with watery peach eyes, looking at him eagerly, waiting for his praise.

Tao Yin glanced at the painting, hesitated for a moment, and praised against his will, "It's beautiful, thanks to Teacher Jiang."

Yu Jin, "..."

With a "pop", Yu Jin dropped the chopsticks on the table, got up and left.

Tao Yin looked at Jiang Mianchi blankly, "I...did I say something wrong?"

Jiang Mianchi put down the painting, picked up the chopsticks, and stuffed a mouthful of fish, "No, I didn't expect the young master to look so dull, but he was very angry."

"By the way, Tao Yinyin, you can help me buy a picture frame tomorrow. I want the most expensive one. I want to frame this picture."

The author has something to say: President: To buy a picture frame, you want the most expensive one???

Yu Jin: You are killing an obsessive-compulsive disorder

Tao Yin is a little angel duck, does anyone like Tao Yinyin?

Thank you little angels for your thunder and nutrient solution~