Love perfect score

Chapter 22

Xu Qingqiao didn't stay at Yan Xiaomu's house that night, and he didn't stay too late. He ate two apples that Yan Xiaomu stuffed into his mouth, and left at nine o'clock.

The drafts for the magazine were handed in years ago. Xu Qingqiao spent most of the winter vacation in the studio helping Dafu with his students. Besides him, an art teacher who graduated from the same school as Dafu usually came to work part-time. The scale of the "roof" has never been large. In the words of Dafu, quality is more important than quantity, so although there are not many students, a considerable proportion of students are admitted to famous art schools every year.

The winter vacation training for art students ended three days before the Chinese New Year. On the first day Xu Qingqiao didn't go to the studio, Yan Xiaomu came to look for him.

She called in advance to say she would come over, but no one would pick her up, so Xu Qingqiao waited for him at the bus stop closest to her home.

Yan Xiaomu, who got off the bus, was wearing a blue pullover sweater, a fluffy beige woolen scarf around his neck, and his cheeks were flushed by the wind.

Seeing that this man was carrying a schoolbag, Xu Qingqiao thought he brought homework here specially. After all, he was busy in the studio during the winter vacation and hadn't tutored Yan Xiaomu's homework yet.

After entering the house, when Yan Xiaomu opened his schoolbag to put the scarf, Xu Qingqiao glanced at it unintentionally, and saw other things besides books and papers, a very familiar blue dress, and he immediately recognized that it was Yan Xiaomu's jingle Cat pajamas, and a tooth cup with a toothbrush squeezed in the corner of the schoolbag.

Yan Xiaomu hadn't come to Xu Qingqiao's house for a long time, except for moving here once before, he was too busy at the end of the term and didn't come, as if it was the first time he came here, he groped here and there curiously.

He ran to the living room and sat on the sofa, saying that it was softer than the previous sofa, then ran to the kitchen to open the refrigerator, saying that there were a lot of dishes in the refrigerator, and he hadn't eaten Xu Qingqiao's cooking yet.

Finally, when Xu Qingqiao caught someone in the bathroom shower, he found that the person was squatting on the ground playing with a nozzle that could adjust the water flow mode.

"You want to live with me?" Xu Qingqiao asked him.

Yan Xiaomu hugged the nozzle and evasively said, "I, I, no."

"Do you usually carry a toothcup toothbrush with you?"

"Book... can't you put a toothcup and toothbrush in your school bag!" Yan Xiaomu defended himself clumsily.

Xu Qingqiao: "Did you tell mom?"

Yan Xiaomu: "Say...Say it."

Seeing that Xu Qingqiao didn't speak, Yan Xiaomu hurriedly explained: "I...I, I'm just a little bit big, I don't take up space, I just sleep at your house, even on the sofa... You, if you feel troublesome, I, I will go home later. "

Obviously he wanted to speak well, but he said that he was wronged, Douda's tears were about to fall, but they just wobbled and hung tenaciously in the corner of his eyes.

Xu Qingqiao saw that this man was holding back his grievances and didn't dare to blink his eyes, but his heart softened, and he pinched the back of his neck and said, "Who said you won't be allowed to live? There is no milk and fruit at home, so I have to come and live in advance next time." Tell me, I'll prepare it for you."

Seeing that Xu Qingqiao remembered that he drank milk every night before going to bed, Yan Xiaomu immediately squinted his eyes and laughed tears away, rubbed his eyes twice with the back of his hand, and pulled the hem of his clothes embarrassingly, "I, it doesn't matter if I don't drink milk all night. Yes, I brought some fruit, and my mother washed strawberries for me..."

Then, as if thinking of something, she yelled "Oh my strawberry" and hurried into Xu Qingqiao's room.

Xu Qingqiao followed, and soon saw Yan Xiaomu coming out with a sad face, holding a plastic bag in both hands, through which the fragmentary red lumps could be vaguely seen.

Yan Xiaomu had too many things in his schoolbag, and the strawberry was crushed by homework.

Originally, Xu Qingqiao had a meeting tonight. He had a drink with Dafu and a few friends from other schools. Because he had to take care of Yan Xiaomu, he called Dafu. Dafu heard that Yan Xiaomu was at home, and his tone on the phone It's different, "I said it's been a long time since I saw my good brother, so you hid him at home, how about this, after the next year you bring my brother Xiaomu over, and I'll set up a milk tea party for him."

After being allowed to live here, Yan Xiaomu gained confidence in his speech, twisted his fingers and began to talk to himself: "Do you know how difficult it is for me to come to your house once? Originally, my mother said that I should not cause trouble to others and would not let me come over. , I washed the dishes for my mother for a long time before she agreed."

The fact is that Lin Xiangyu agreed to prevent Yan Xiaomu from washing the dishes and getting water all over his body.

Xu Qingqiao followed him and said, "It's been so hard."

"That's right!" Yan Xiaomu crossed his arms and recalled how many dishes he had washed, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be pulled away by Lin Xiangyu before washing two dishes.

When Yan Xiaomu was in elementary school, he also went to stay at a classmate's house several times. Although every time he went to Lin Xiangyu, he said he was causing trouble to others, but in fact, Yan Xiaomu's obedience was recognized by all parents and teachers. No one would ever find him troublesome, so Lin Xiangyu And always agree in the end.

Yan Xiaomu stood in front of the desk. He was going to bring out his homework, but in the end he just stared blankly at the schoolbag on the desk, trying to remember how many dishes he washed.

Xu Qingqiao sat on the swivel chair next to the desk, turned around twice, then stopped, and said to Yan Xiaomu, "Come here."

Yan Xiaomu came over and stood in front of him in a daze.

"What do you think?" Xu Qingqiao asked him.

"I remembered, I didn't seem to wash a few dishes," Yan Xiaomu blushed, "It seems that my mother agreed to me not because I helped her wash the dishes..."

"Yes, it's not because you helped her wash the dishes..." Xu Qingqiao took one of his hands, rubbing his palm with her fingertips, remembering that when she was a child, she would show her affection to Shen Rong when she wanted to play with Dafu, but In fact, those pleasing actions are superfluous in the eyes of mothers, "because she is a mother, and she loves and respects you."

Not so many reasons, just because she is a mother.

Yan Xiaomu murmured, "Yes, she is the best mother."

Xu Qingqiao looked up and saw Yan Xiaomu turned around and pulled something out of his schoolbag and stuffed it into his hand, "By the way, Mom said this is for you!"

It is a pocket-sized red lucky bag, made of satin material, with "Entry and Exit Safe" embroidered on it.

"My sister and I both have one, and that one belongs to you." Yan Xiaomu dug out another one from his schoolbag, hooked his finger on the lucky bag lanyard, dangled it in front of his eyes as if admiring some treasure, and smiled with eyebrows bent, " this is mine!"

Holding the lucky bag, Xu Qingqiao felt that her palms were warmer than usual, so she paused before saying, "I have it too?"

"Of course you have!" Yan Xiaomu said, "Mom's hands are so skillful, the embroidery is so beautiful!"

Soon Yan Xiaomu came over again and said, "I'll tell you a secret secretly. My mother said that safety and health are the most important thing, but because the word health is too difficult to embroider, my mother embroidered safe."

In the middle of speaking, she covered her mouth and smiled. Xu Qingqiao hugged him on her lap, lowered her head and said against his face, "Why is Xiaomu smiling so happily?"

It's not to tease him, but with a teasing tone, the silly Yan Xiaomu will feel embarrassed, open his round eyes and say, "I'm not smiling..."

Xu Qingqiao likes to tease him like this, touching his face with her hand, and deliberately said: "Smile so much that your face is full of creases, and you still say you're not smiling."

"I'm really not smiling." Yan Xiaomu covered his cheeks and pulled down his raised smiling muscles.

Seeing his unnatural expression, Xu Qingqiao couldn't hold back her lips: "Stupid or not, just smile."

Yan Xiaomu continued to giggle for no reason.

Before dinner time, Xu Qingqiao tutored Yan Xiaomu to make a math paper. After not tutoring for a while, Xu Qingqiao found that he memorized the formulas much more proficiently than before.

"I also drew the mathematical formulas on the mind map." Yan Xiaomu took out a sheet of homework paper that had been folded several times from his bag, and carefully unfolded it on the table. Xu Qingqiao saw that the mathematical formulas were broken down into Q's by him. The characters of the version are drawn on blank homework paper with colored pencils of different colors.

There is a familiar pattern in the corner of the homework paper.

Xu Qingqiao moved the paper over, wanting to take another look, Yan Xiaomu had already covered the pattern with one hand, "I, I drew it casually, no, it doesn't look good!"

"Okay, then don't watch it." Xu Qingqiao didn't force him.

Who would have thought that the man took his hand away after hearing this, and stammered: "You, you can watch, there is nothing I can't let you see..."

The words were ambiguous, but Xu Qingqiao didn't correct him, just went to look at the picture.

Take a second look and you'll see why.

This is a painting he submitted to Magazine A two months ago, and it was published last month. When Yan Xiaomu asked him for the magazine, he thought Yan Xiaomu wanted to read it, but he took it back and copied it.

What I copied was a cartoon picture - two girls holding hands, without too many lines, the drawing is actually not complicated.

From a professional point of view, many faults can be picked out, but it is a good work for beginners, especially Yan Xiaomu changed all his straight lines into slightly curved curves, and the originally slender girl was processed into Xu Qingqiao was a little surprised by this.

"The painting is very good." Xu Qingqiao rubbed his head.

"Really?" Yan Xiaomu straightened up suddenly, even the dull hair on his head became refreshed.

Xu Qingqiao just looked at him without saying a word, Yan Xiaomu leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

The soft moistness on her face was warm, as if it could be warmer than the lucky bag in her hand, Xu Qingqiao looked straight at Yan Xiaomu, and saw herself in his eyes.

So she leaned forward and kissed Yan Xiaomu's eyes when his eyes were closed.