why are they still in love

However, Xiao Zhaoshan was not softened even though his lips were intertwined with each other and his breathing was wrong. The stiffness at that moment quickly turned into hostility, causing him to turn his face away and look back at the traffic light. Crazy."

The warmth in the palm of his hand was gone, Xiao Chining was not in a hurry, he put down his hand comfortably, but his body was still facing the driver's seat: "Dad, don't you know that I have been crazy for a long time, and I will continue to be crazy in the future."

When the signal light turned green, Xiao Zhaoshan tapped the accelerator to keep up with the car in front, frowning without knowing what he was thinking.

Xiao Chining unbuckled his seat belt, propped his left hand on the edge of the seat and tilted his body, put his right hand around his mouth, bit his ear and asked, "Look, I love you so much, do you like me a little?"

The car was accelerating, Xiao Zhao tilted his head, avoiding the moist air from his lips and teeth, and warned: "Be careful, I will throw you out of the car."

"Isn't this still thrown away?" Xiao Chining smiled, "Dad, admit it, you already like me a little bit."

So, in the next second, the Cayenne flexibly crossed two lanes in the traffic flow, parked illegally in the non-motorized lane, and Xiao Chining, who was wearing a school uniform, rolled off the passenger seat.

is real roll.

Xiao Zhaoshan unbuckled his seat belt, opened the co-pilot's door with a "wow", shoved him out with both hands without a gentleman's demeanor, then closed the door in a smooth manner, straightened up and stepped on the accelerator to escape.

Luckily, Xiao Chining avoided the road ridge without falling, got up from the ground, and patted the ashes on his body nonchalantly under the watchful eyes of the pedestrians around him.

It turned out that Xiao Zhaoshan was very fond of aggressive tactics, so he wrote it down.

The community is close at hand, and Xiao Chining arrived home within a short walk.As soon as he took out the key and turned the door, he saw that the schoolbag and skateboard that should have been in the car were lying on the carpet at the entrance.

Ever since she made up her mind to make Xiao Zhaoshan love him, life suddenly became more boring.He bent down to put the skateboard in place, put the schoolbag back in the room, and happily went upstairs to find Xiao Zhaoshan.

Xiao Zhaoshan had just finished unwrapping the kraft paper wrapped around the [-]-meter-long and [-]-centimeter-wide oil painting, and he was sitting on his nanmu chair, smoking a cigarette and looking at the mounted "Woman Sitting by the Window".

The studio was unlocked, Xiao Chining knocked twice and walked in without answering.Xiao Zhaoshan didn't even lift his eyelids, he still looked at his painting standing by the wall with his legs crossed.

Xiao Chining closed the door, followed his gaze, and finally the focus of his gaze fell on the face of the woman in the painting.

He was instantly overjoyed.

One is that Xiao Zhaoshan changed his mind after listening to his opinion and did not draw the facial features of a woman, and the other is that Xiao Zhaoshan wanted to bring this heavy-looking painting home with his schoolbag and skateboard at one time. You can enter the elevator by holding a painting, carrying a bag, and stepping on a skateboard.

He could laugh for a year just by imagining this scene.

Xiao Zhaoshan is wearing a white shirt today, with a gray windbreaker over his coat. If he matches it with his double buckle casual leather schoolbag and a new skateboard with fluorescent color trim, he will look like a nondescript college student.

"Thank you, Dad, for helping me take the things home, thank you for your hard work." He said with a smile.

Xiao Zhaoshan didn't answer, just looked at the painting gloomyly all the time, and after a while he asked incoherently, "Why did you think it would be better not to draw facial features?"

Xiao Chining took this question, and naturally approached him a little closer, and sat cross-legged beside him: "Because of this," he pointed to the woman, "she can cover all the loneliness in the world."

"Lonely." Xiao Zhaoshan chewed the word, "You said loneliness..."

This scene seemed familiar, and Xiao Chining was stunned for a moment.

"Unfortunately, what I want to express is not loneliness." Xiao Zhaoshan dragged the stool and turned around, put his arms on the work table, "Go out, I have to work."

Xiao Chining quietly swallowed the ups and downs in his heart: "Then why did you change it as I said? And framed it?"

"Tell yourself that this is a failed work."

"Far-fetched."

"As you wish."

Xiao Chining knew that he could not get any results from the questioning, so he was quiet for a while and said, "I have to do my homework too."

"Then go and write." Xiao Zhaoshan didn't look back, and his hand sharpening the pencil didn't stop.

"I mean, I want to write from you, Dad." Xiao Chining stood up.

"There's only one table here."

"I'll sit next to you."

"I never share an office area with anyone."

"But I don't have a desk in my room."

Xiao Zhaoshan finally couldn't bear it anymore, threw the pencil sharpener away, and stared at him: "Xiao Chining, what are you planning all this time?"

Xiao Chining pinched the hem of the school uniform, and said blankly: "I don't have any plans, I just want to stay with you, Dad."

Here we go again, he was like this when he was a kid.Xiao Zhaoshan had a headache.

"You go to the dining table downstairs and write. Your mother won't come back today, and no one will bother you." He turned back and picked up another pencil of a different size and began to sharpen it, without saying a word.

After a while, Xiao Chining opened the door, stepped on the slippers and walked downstairs heavily.

Xiao Zhaoshan was inexplicably relieved.

As a result, within a minute, he heard the sound of crackling going upstairs again.

Xiao Chining aggressively threw the schoolbag on his shoulders to the ground, pushed the folding chair from the storage room to the table, dug out the stationery and exercise books, and sat down next to him without hesitation.

Xiao Zhaoshan felt like a nightmare repeating itself.

"You think you're still a baby, I won't beat you up, do you?"

Xiao Chining didn't understand, but still said: "You never had a chance to beat me up when I was a baby."

"I took you before you were one year old."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Zhaoshan realized that he had been assimilated by him unknowingly, and became childish and ridiculous, even arguing with him about this.

"Really?" Xiao Chining opened the geography exercise book, "Oh, I remembered, Lu Mei told me about it."

"But now I don't cry or make noise." He has quickly read the first multiple-choice question, "Because you came to the parent-teacher meeting today, Dad, so I decided to study hard."

Xiao Zhaoshan was almost amused by him: "You didn't study for me."

"No, I'm just for you." Xiao Chining raised his head and looked at him seriously, "If you want me to learn, I will learn, maybe I can learn well."

As if convinced by these firm eyes, Xiao Zhaoshan couldn't smile, looked at him in silence for a while, then buried himself in sharpening a new pencil, and didn't let him go.

At first, he was not used to it. He was not used to having outsiders around while painting, which to a certain extent prevented him from concentrating.

But Xiao Chining is not an outsider no matter in terms of blood or law. He can only persuade himself to keep calm, so he saves his energy and doesn't talk to him.

Fortunately, Xiao Chining was really quiet. After half an hour, Xiao Zhaoshan finally got into the mood and began to sketch some materials and practice his pen.

For the first time in the studio, there was a picture of two people sitting side by side. The sound of the two nibs rubbing the paper together was like a curtain of gentle spring rain gently falling on the vast land. This harmless background noise unexpectedly made Xiao Zhaoshan feel better. Faintly sank into the forest under the pen.

It was already dark, Xiao Chining raised his hand to turn on the desk lamp, looked down at him, and was attracted by him and the tranquility in his writing.

It can be seen that Xiao Zhaoshan really likes trees. He drew many trees of different types and shapes on the sketch paper: thin and tall, gnarled and hideous, lush, withered and old, thriving and dying.

So Xiao Chining suddenly understood why Xiao Zhaoshan stood out and became famous at a young age, because even a black and white tree in his brush can tell a good story.

He recalled how he felt when he saw "Moon Night in the Forest" for the first time. It was not so much amazing, but rather familiar. The familiarity made his heart tremble, as if he was about to fall to the ground without wind.

Whether it was influenced by blood or out of sympathy for art, he still can't tell. He looked at Xiao Zhaoshan's face bathed in warm light, and asked involuntarily, "Dad, will the world tree wither?"

Xiao Zhaoshan calmly replied: "Yes."

Xiao Chining lowered his voice: "Like the Twilight of the Gods in the myth?"

Xiao Zhaoshan paused at the tip of his pen and said, "It was created and destroyed by Nid Hogg like us."

"Like fate."