month by month

Chapter 32: Agreed

The taste of the year is getting stronger and stronger.

The couplets, blessing stalls that can be seen everywhere on the street, as well as the red things in the hands of passers-by, all show that the new year is approaching.

Song Qingxu and Song Qingnuo were in charge of pasting, and the other was in charge of helping. They took a bunch of couplets and New Year pictures and pasted them all over the studio on the third floor, and finally pasted them in the bedroom on the fourth floor.

"It's a little crooked, a little more to the left, yes, that's it."

Holding the remaining few red stickers in his arms, Song Qingnuo was instructing Song Qingxu to paste the word "Fu" on the bedroom doors of Song's father and Song's mother.

"It's time for my room!"

Song Qing and Xu Yiyan helped her paste it, and finally pasted the door of her room and Mother Song's small painting room.

The couplets and blessing characters in the entire villa are completely new, and the bright red color looks quite joyful.

Song's father followed them to clean up the old couplets, and the three of them worked together to replace all the couplets before noon.

The first to third floors of the Song family's house were used as studios, and the fourth floor was designated as a place where the family lived and Song's mother painted.

"mom--"

Pushing open the door of Song Mama's small studio, Song Qingnuo leaned forward stickily: "Are you still painting?"

Song Qingxu also came in, and walked around to Mother Song's painting table: "Mom, why did you remember today and started painting the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea again?"

"The last one was drawn a few years ago, so I wanted to draw it again." Mama Song got up, and the table in front of her seemed to be covered with a picture of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea that had just been drawn.

Song Qingxu felt itchy in his heart when he saw it, and he also wanted to start writing.

The family had a lively lunch, and Song Qingxu followed Mother Song to her small studio.

"What's the matter? I haven't painted enough these days, but the enthusiasm is still there?"

Mother Song saw her son also enter the studio, and immediately understood what was going on in his heart, and made fun of him.

"Well, I will accompany you to draw together today?" Song Qing Xu Chao's mother showed hope.

How could Song's mother disagree? Could it be that she wanted to throw her own son out?

"What are you, don't talk nonsense if you want to paint, just come in and paint."

The small studio is specially reserved for Song's mother to paint. It is placed on the fourth floor where the family lives. The room faces the sun and has good lighting. A large table in the center is covered with a thin white felt.

Since childhood, Song Qingxu has been here to follow Mama Song to paint fine brushwork, so he is very familiar with this place.

He picked up the painting utensils one by one familiarly, and when he left the window, he even touched the two pots of mimosa on it.

"Hey! That's all, let's stop, it's a miracle that these grasses haven't been bald by you brothers and sisters for so many years."

Song Qingxu sat back at the table with a smile, rummaged through the stacked sketches for a long time, and finally picked out a small ordinary composition of flowers and birds, thinking about practicing his brushwork first.

The sun was not strong in the winter afternoon, and neither mother nor son had the habit of taking a nap, so they began to sketch at their desks under the good light, each stroke was not perfunctory.

Sometimes Mama Song will play some light music to accompany her, sometimes not.

Song Qingxu was engrossed in the painting in front of him in the silence, and occasionally raised his head to look out the window, and was stunned for a while.

He thought it was selfish to paint with Song's mother.

Mother Song is a painter by profession. After the studio is on the right track, all matters will be taken care of by Father Song. She only concentrates on her paintings, and is occasionally invited to participate in some activities and see some art exhibitions.

If you want to "infiltrate" Mama Song, you can only do it in the small painting room, because when they are painting, they don't communicate with each other.

After all, they spend more than ten hours in the painting room every day, and they can always chat for half an hour.

But all of this has to be done slowly, and it can't be too early to startle the snake.

The last time Song Qingxu gave Fu Yuan a picture of a glazed macaw, this time his subordinates painted a pair of lovesick birds.

He had just laid the background color for the two lovesick birds before staring at the painting.After careful calculation, they are still in the period of passionate love, and they will be separated for more than a month in the end.

Mother Song raised her head, and seeing her son's gamboge-stained brush was about to hit the bird, she was startled, and reached out to touch it with her pen.

"Why are you distracted?"

Song Qingxu smiled "hehe" a little embarrassedly, and glanced away guiltily.

Mother Song raised her brows, feeling that her son's state was not right, she squinted her eyes: "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing."

This time Song Qingxu answered quickly, trying to get away with it: "Just thinking about it."

Originally, it would have been fine if this sentence hadn’t been added, but adding it would directly make it appear that there is no silver 300 taels here, which is very obvious.

Mother Song thought for a while, then simply put down her pen and stared at her son with piercing eyes.

She lives in a small studio all year round and paints. She usually dresses plainly and has a good temper, but now that Mother Song is staring at her like this, there is a hint of calmness and prestige.

"What can it be?" Song Qingxu's heart tightened.

Most of the affairs of the two children in the family are taken care of by Song's father, and he doesn't want to tire Song's mother at all.

But the real big event was finalized by Song's mother, because Song's father almost agreed unconditionally.

"You were born to me. Is there anything in my heart that I can't figure out?"

"What happened?"

Song Qingxu secretly complained, why did he overturn the car at the beginning: "I haven't committed any crimes since I was a child."

This is the truth, he and Song Qingnuo have always been considerate of their parents, at least in terms of study and life, they almost never let the two elders worry about it.

Mother Song looked at her son suspiciously: "There must be something hiding from me."

Song Qingxu's heart was chilling. The foundation has not been laid yet, so he must not give up the foundation early, so he could only change the subject vaguely: "Let's talk about it after a year, it's not a particularly urgent matter."

Then shut up and never speak again.

Mother Song's curiosity was aroused, and she observed her son over and over again, trying to see any clues.

Song Qingxu was horrified by her staring all afternoon.

Seeing Song Qingnuo at night, Song Qingxu murmured with her with a sky-falling expression, which made Song Qingnuo heartbroken at his brother's loss of defense.

Mother Song had a panoramic view of the brothers and sisters.

After dinner, Song Qingxu dawdled behind Song Mama and entered the small studio, she refused in her heart, for fear that she would fall into a trap if she was not careful, and would tell Fu Yuan out.

Song Qingnuo, who was hiding in the corner, desperately gestured to her brother with his eyes.

"Go in! Be bold! Don't be timid!"

Song Qingxu walked into the small painting room with [-] points of vigilance, and then slowly closed the door under the firm gaze of his sister, "You can!"

Before he could calm down, Song Qingxu almost didn't bring up Song Qingxu's words.

She stood still in front of Song Qingxu's half-painted painting, as if she was turning around to ask him, but she used an unquestionable tone.

"You're coloring a lovesick bird, but the draft seems to be a yellow-bellied chickadee."

Song Qingxu's face turned pale.

"Do you still need me to say it? You are an adult, what can't you say?"

Under Song's mother's gaze, Song Qingxu slowly moved the corners of his lips, trying to force a natural smile.

"Mom...I'm in a relationship. But he...he's a little special."

Fu's mother looked at the hesitant Fu Yuan with a little strangeness, and asked curiously, "How special is it?"

Fu Yuan gritted his teeth, not daring to continue.

"Why? Can there be anything special about it?"

Seeing his son's life and death, Fu's mother refused to say any more, guessing: "Is it special in appearance? Or is it family? Or is it personality? Could it be age?"

"It's fine if you like it. In the future, you will live together, not me. It depends on your own choice."

Fu Yuan clenched his fists, and countless complicated emotions swept over him, making his eyes slightly red.

Fu's mother was a little at a loss when she saw him like this, "How special is it? It can't be much younger than you, right? This, can't it?"

Seeing Fu's mother's flustered look, Fu Yuan felt guilty and funny, guilty that he might not be able to let her mother live a stable and good year, and it was funny that her mother had a big brain.

"No, he's only a few months younger than me."

Fu's mother felt relieved: "That's good, that's good, then what's wrong? Why are your eyes still red?"

Tuantuan kept rubbing against Fu Yuan's feet, humming "woo woo", Yuanyuan directly jumped onto the sofa, got into Fu's mother's arms, and lay on her back comfortably, revealing her fluffy, flesh-colored belly.

"It's just the feeling...feeling sorry for you."

"Oh, why did you even use the honorific title?" Fu's mother pulled Fu Yuan and sat down beside her: "What can I do for you?"

Fu Yuan lowered his head, and spoke in a low voice but seriously: "Many people will not understand...but I really like him, the kind of love I want to spend my whole life with him."

"Mom, do you think it's too vain for me to talk about life now? But I really think about having him in the future. "

"I hope I will always have him in my future."

Fu's mother patted him on the back lightly: "This is your business. You can only decide for yourself in your life. Only you know what is suitable for you. What others say doesn't count."

"But you are my son after all, and your choice is yours, but I have to know who that person is before I can rest assured."

Fu Yuan's lower lip had already been bitten white by him, and he could faintly smell a bloody smell.

"He..." In order to say this sentence, Fu Yuan seemed to use up all his strength: "He is just like me... a boy."

Fu's mother froze.

Fu Yuan sat by the side and didn't even dare to vent his breath, wishing to be invisible, he didn't even dare to see what kind of expression his mother had now, he stammered for a long while and said: "He, he is really good, he is also very good to me , Mom, we're serious."

There was still a panic-stricken silence.

Fu Yuan panicked, and Yuanyuan, who was lying on Fu's mother's lap, turned over and whimpered contentedly.

Fu's mother seemed to be awakened in a dream, and her eyes that didn't know where she was were instantly gathered.

"...show me the picture of that kid."

As if Fu Yuan was granted an amnesty, he hurriedly took out his phone, and didn't dare to take a photo of the two of them to provoke Fu's mother. He found Zhang Song Qingxu's photo in their chat history, and handed over the phone.

Fu's mother saw her son's slightly trembling hands, and without saying a word, her eyes fell on the boy's bright smile on the screen.He is handsome and energetic, but he happens to be a boy.

"Tell mom about him." Fu's mother returned the phone to him in a flat and authentic tone.

Fu Yuan didn't know where to start, all he remembered was his good.

"He, he treats me very well. He is always serious, responsible, and sunny. By the way, he, he also has a younger sister, he..."

After listening to him with difficulty for a while, Fu's mother interrupted her son helplessly: "Why are you stuttering?"

Fu Yuan blushed.

"Then let me ask, you just answer me honestly."

Fu Yuan nodded silently.

"You said he was only a few months younger than you, so is he older than S?"

Fu Yuan shook his head: "His sister is from S, and he is from N."

"What's the general situation of his family?"

"He has a twin sister who goes to the same school as me. He has a studio at home, and his mother specializes in painting." Fu Yuan said as concisely as possible.

"Hmm." Fu's mother thought for a while, and then continued to ask: "What does this boy like?"

Fu Yuan felt as if he was going on a blind date with Song Qingxu's identity, so he had to think carefully about his words and answer: "Reading, painting, English, music... and so on, it's quite Buddhist."

In fact, he thought that "stay with Fu Yuan together" should be added, but he didn't dare to say it.

"English? Does that have a common language with you?" Fu's mother narrowed her eyes.

Fu Yuan was apprehensive, but bit the bullet and nodded.

Fu's mother was silent for a while, logically she should ask the boy what kind of job he is, what his salary is, and whether he has a house or a car, but it's unrealistic to ask this now, and it seems like she is marrying a daughter.

"Does he have any ideas for the future?"

Fu Yuan nodded anxiously, "Yes, yes, he wants to open his own studio after graduation."

"Studio? That means you don't have too many requirements for the place? By the way, where is he from?"

Fu Yuan didn't understand what the studio had requirements for, so he could only answer the second question: "Province N."

"how did you guys meet?"

Fu Yuan was stunned, screaming in his heart that something was wrong.Although the game was forgotten by them after they fell in love, and even Fu Yuan had transferred the gang leader to someone else, but the fact that they met through the game is certain and cannot be denied.

How does this make him say?Say "We met by playing games"?Wouldn't that make it look like they're... playful?

Fu Yuan can swear that whether it was playing games at the beginning or falling in love later, he never lost his studies, and he ranked second in his class in the final grade point.

But facing my mother, I feel that it is not good to say so.

"... My freshman roommate named Gao Shubao met his sister, and then... various chances and coincidences, we met, and then..." Together up.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with saying that, if Song Qingnuo and Gao Shubao hadn't known each other, they might not have gotten so close in the first place.

Fu's mother saw his hesitation, but she didn't get to the bottom of it, she just replied with a "hmm".

In the sudden silence, Fu Yuan was so nervous that he wanted to touch his fingers, suddenly there was nothing around him, and Fu's mother stood up.

Holding Yuanyuan in her arms, she tilted her head slightly, "Let me think about it again, you should go to bed early today instead of staying up late."

Tuantuan followed Fu's mother into the bedroom, and with the "click" of the door, the figure completely disappeared behind the door.

Fu Yuan sat on the sofa anxiously for a while, then shuffled back to the bedroom, closing the door with a heavy heart.

He turned on the phone, and as soon as he exited the page for viewing photos, several messages from Song Qingxu appeared on the screen.

[Boyfriend]: My mother knows

[Boyfriend]: Is it convenient to call now?