The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

Regarding this question from Lu Qingbandit, the system was silent for a while, and then replied that he didn't know, probably just a coincidence. What a coincidence!

Lu Qingbandi listened to the liar's nonsense with a cold face and said nothing, the system said for a while and then sneaked a glance at him when there was no response.Then, he was frightened by the cold eyes of his host, and the internal execution code was messed up. He was secretly glad that he didn't have a physical body, otherwise there would be a circuit failure.

It panicked and ran away.

Lu Qing bandit squinted his eyes, thinking that no matter what Fu Yige's original identity was, what was his relationship with him in his original world, anyway, his current task is to get enough sickness value from him .I don't want to take care of those superfluous things, and I can't take care of them.

Fu Yige would come here once or twice a week. This soft-spoken handsome young man is indeed a very competent teacher, and his personality makes people feel more comfortable to get along with.For the past few weeks, Lu Qinggui has been playing the role of a qualified and diligent student. His behavior is naturally respectful and does not exceed the rules, but sometimes he will make some restless actions intentionally or unintentionally.

Fu Yige has a gentle and indifferent personality, and his paintings are like people. He is especially good at freehand brushwork of landscapes.Outlined with a thick brush, lightly brushed with light ink, rendered layer by layer, between yin and yang, the three souls and six souls of the painting are unknowingly gathered in it, and the meaning is invisible.When I first looked at his paintings, I only felt that the clouds were light, the wind was light, the mountains were surrounded by water, and after a closer look, I realized that the subtleties were not in the mountains, waters, clouds and stones, but in the majestic artistic conception.

At this time, he was writing to guide Lu Qingbandi to copy a piece of Chunlan painting. With a few rough strokes, the slender leaves of the plain orchid appeared vividly on the paper, lifelike, with both form and spirit.Fu Yige stared at the painting intently before he wrote the pen, but after he wrote it, he did it without hesitation, and it was done with one stroke.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing a short section of his white wrist, which hung slightly, against the somewhat thin white rice paper, and his slender fingers were holding the dark pen holder, almost shining .Lu Qing bandit stood behind him, claiming to learn to imitate, but he didn't pay attention to the lifelike orchid, and only stared at his hand.

As the trend of the orchid leaves changed, the brush in Fu Yige's hand shook slightly, and his slender fingers turned slightly, and the heart on Lu Qinggui's chest also shook slightly.

Bandit Lu Qing thought, this pure black ink matches the man's hand very well.If it was stained with a little thick ink, it might show the whiteness of that hand even more.But he changed his mind and thought again, after all, the ink is an unclean thing made by grinding, and it can't get on the hand. If it is really stained, it will only stain the hand.

He secretly expected that Fu Yige would accidentally get the ink on his hands, so that he could lick the man's slender and white fingers with the tip of his bright red tongue, and suck the jet-black ink along his fingers. She held his fingers in her own mouth, swallowed the perfect handicraft warmly with her tender throat, peeped at him docilely with her eyes from bottom to top, and watched the always gentle mask break under her teasing, clear as Hu Shui's eyes will also be stained with desire, and a look of unbearable embarrassment will appear on his face.

He wants the person who seems to be indifferent to the world to fall because of love, and the pure white painting paper is stained with black ink. students only.

Thinking of this, Lu Qingban couldn't help licking his lips.

That must be an extremely interesting thing, and Fu Yige is also an extremely interesting, that is, a challenging goal.I just don't know if I can take some things with me after this world ends.For example, cutting off Fu Yige's hands and taking them away will be his perfect collection.

"Do you understand, that's it, come and try to clean up the bandits?" Fu Yige's gentle voice rang in his ears.

Lu Qinggui immediately came back to his senses, bowed his head in response, stepped forward to take the paintbrush in his hand, and scratched Fu Yige's palm unintentionally when their hands overlapped.Fu Yige's hand, which was as stable as Mount Tai when he was painting, couldn't help but shake at this moment, and the ink-stained brush fell on the orchid picture, leaving a large black mark.

The orchid picture he had just drawn was completely destroyed by this sudden stroke.

Lu Qing bandit looked down at the painting, a little helpless in his cold voice.

"The painting... was destroyed."

"It's okay." Fu Yige looked at the little hair twirling on the top of the young man's head and the guilty look that was slightly drooping and didn't dare to look up at him, and suddenly wanted to touch his hair.See if that hair is as soft as it looks.

Otherwise, how could its owner be so cute.

Fu Yige casually added a few brushstrokes to the painting, and the very discordant ink marks just now were painted by him like a ghostly axe and ax and ax and ax and ax and ax and made a stubborn stone with a peculiar shape. The orchid grass grew out of the cracks in the stone, The branches and leaves are stretched and swaying, forming an interesting contrast.

Looking at Lu Qing bandit's bright black eyes that were wide open in astonishment, he suddenly felt a little more complacent in his heart.Even when his paintings won numerous praises and awards, he never had this kind of feeling. Now, the look in the eyes of the young man in front of him made him a little distracted.

Even, want to show more in front of him.

"It's nothing." In the end, he just smiled as usual, and then continued to explain to Lu Qing bandit.

The clock pointed to five o'clock, which was the time when Fu Yige was going to leave in the past, but the sky outside today was gloomy, and the sudden heavy rain fell on the glass in big drops, and the outside was misty and green The trees stood silently in the strong wind, and the leaves fell to the ground.The damp mist slowly seeped in through the gaps in the windows, and the room seemed to be a bit damp and cold.

The servants in the house were checking whether the windows were closed room by room, and the doors were rattling by the wind, making it very noisy.

"Teacher, it's raining so hard today, even driving is inconvenient. It's better to stay for one night, and it's not too late to leave tomorrow morning." Lu Qingbandit said.

Fu Yige hesitated for a moment, but seeing the heavy rain outside the window and the young man's sincere eyes, he agreed.

During dinner, the dining table at home was empty. Because of the heavy rain, Chu's father and Lu Qinggang's second sister, Chu Nan, did not come back, so there were only Chu's mother, Chu Haiting, Lu Qinggang and Fu Yige on the table.

Chu Haiting and Lu Qing bandit chatted a few topics in school.Then the atmosphere became a little dull, only the sound of rain outside could be heard.Chu's mother said a few words to Fu Yige, about Lu Qing bandit's study progress, don't make him too tired, and said a few words to let him live here with peace of mind.

As for the accommodation, the Chu family did not lack rooms. The Chu house was very large. Excluding the rooms for the servants and several members of the family, the remaining rooms were enough to house ten or eight Fu Yige.Mother Chu originally wanted Fu Yige to live in the guest room on the first floor, which would be more convenient.

Bandit Lu Qing, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly opened his mouth to let Fu Yige live in the empty room next to him.

"Anyway, there's no one there, it's the same wherever you live." Lu Qingbandit lowered his head, took a sip of porridge as a cover, and peeked at Fu Yige's handsome face like a moon in the mountains from under his long eyelashes. "What's more, I want to be closer to the teacher."

The author has something to say: I thought about it for a while, and I think the words with ink ideas written by Lu Qing bandit in the last chapter should look like this: