Yan Chuyang glanced at the empty living room and asked, "Will Wei Qing come back for dinner today?"
Aunt Wang shook her head: "Shouldn't be coming back, Mr. Wei is very busy, and he seldom went home for lunch before."
Yan Chuyang let out a cry, and said with the drawing board on his shoulders, "Auntie, call me when dinner is over, I'll go upstairs first."
Aunt Wang nodded: "OK."
Half an hour later, Aunt Wang put all the food on the table and started calling for people.
"Mr. Yan, it's time to eat."
There was no movement upstairs.
"Mr. Yan?" Aunt Wang bit the bullet and called again, "You can come down for dinner."
After a while of silence, a voice came from upstairs: "I see, you put the food there first, and I will go down in a while."
Aunt Wang froze for a moment, shook her head, took out a tray from the cabinet, covered the steaming dishes one by one, and then yelled upstairs, "Mr. Yan, come down as soon as possible, the food might get cold soon."
"I see." The boy's tone was a little anxious, "You get off work first, I'll have dinner later."
The woman glanced at the food on the table, shook her head and muttered, "Young people nowadays don't take food seriously."
While muttering, the door suddenly opened.
Aunt Wang turned her head and saw that it was Wei Qing. She straightened her expression and said in surprise, "Mr. Wei, did you get off work so early today?"
In the past, Wei Qing never came back at noon.
The man hummed, took off his tie and threw it on the sofa, looked at the plate-covered food on the dining table and frowned, "Didn't Yan Chuyang come down to eat?"
The nanny nodded in embarrassment and said, "I yelled several times, but Mr. Yan never came downstairs."
The man's face changed and he said: "Has this happened a few days ago?"
"Eh..." the woman pursed her lips, and said honestly, "There was also a few days ago when Mr. Yan came home, he would sit on the sofa and draw with a drawing board, and he would not start eating until the food was cold."
Wei Qing's expression sank, and he said in a displeased voice: "In the future, if he can't control himself without eating, just call me."
Aunt Wang nodded repeatedly, "Okay."
The man lowered his head and straightened his cuffs and said, "You have worked hard all morning, you can get off work now."
"Hey, good." Aunt Wang took off her apron, turned and went out.
Wei Qing went upstairs.
"Bang bang bang." There was a knock on the door.
Yan Chuyang shouted helplessly: "Aunt Wang, didn't I tell you? If I want to eat, I will go downstairs."
"Open the door." A calm male voice sounded.
The boy was startled by the familiar voice, and he quickly stood up from the bench and opened the door.
Wei Qing stood at the door with a displeased face.
Yan Chuyang stared at the humanity in front of him in confusion, "Aren't you coming back at noon?"
Wei Qing frowned, pushed the boy's shoulders away and walked in, and just looked down at the ground, then froze.
The ground was full of large and small paper balls, the trash can next to the drawing board had overflowed, and the paper scraps and dyes were thrown all over the place.
"Eh..." Yan Chuyang regained his senses, bent down to pick up the garbage on the ground and said, "I'm sorry, I accidentally did it, I'll get a broom and clean it up in a while."
Wei Qing sighed, pulled the boy up by his collar, looked at the colorful paint on his white hands and asked in a deep voice, "How long have you been painting?"
"It didn't take long." Yan Chuyang lowered his head and rubbed the stains on his hands and whispered, "I started painting at eleven o'clock, and it only took two hours."
"Don't rub it." Wei Qing frowned and pulled his hands away, took out a wet wipe from his pocket, gently wiped the paint between the boy's fingers, and said, "Even if the game is about to be played, you can't put it on." I'm so tight, I can't stop drawing for two hours, and my eyes can't bear it."
Yan Chuyang let out a sigh: "I can't do it without working hard. As soon as I stop, I feel guilty."
"What's wrong?"
"I always felt like I couldn't make it through the finals, and I couldn't go to Japan, and I couldn't visit the Ghibli comic studio."
"Nonsense!" Wei Qing raised his eyes, glanced at the boy with displeasure, and said, "Have you forgotten who you are now? You are my younger brother, Hu... Brother Hu has no brother, I am so capable, How could you not win?"
Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes unhappily, drooped his head and muttered in his heart: "Whoever will be your brother, I have nothing to do with you."
"Okay." Wei Qing let go of the boy's hand and said softly, "Now go downstairs, wash your hands and eat."
"No need." Yan Chuyang sighed, walked to the drawing board and sat down again, "I'm going to draw for a while, finish this one, and then go downstairs for dinner."
"Yan Chuyang?" The man approached him with a gloomy expression, "Why can't you understand what I'm talking to you now?"
"Stop talking!" Yan Chuyang stomped his feet, "I'm really nervous now, there are still two months left for the competition in June, and I'm very tight on time."
Wei Qing clicked his tongue unhappily: "Two months, such a long period of time, why are you nervous?"
Yan Chuyang's face turned pale, and he held the paintbrush tightly and sighed, "I think I can't do it."
Seeing the boy's dejected side face, Wei Qing slammed his heart hard, actually feeling very uncomfortable.
"Why can't it work?"
Yan Chuyang lowered his head, rubbed his feet on the carpet unconsciously and said, "I have participated in this kind of competition before, but I lost."
"Ha." Wei Qing sneered, "Isn't it normal to lose once? Doesn't it mean that you won't be able to do it in the future?"
Yan Chuyang shook his head: "I really can't do it, I seem to let others down every time."
"nonsense!"
"Really." Yan Chuyang raised his head and looked at the person in front of him seriously
"On my tenth birthday, my mother was going to remarry. I cried and told her, don't abandon me. I said that when I grow up, I will make money. I will participate in the painting competition of the junior class. I will win Give her all the money, my mother said yes, she said you work hard to paint, if you win, my mother will not leave, but... I lost. "
Yan Chuyang lowered his head and smiled wryly, "Now that I think about it, I shouldn't blame her for leaving me behind. After all, it was my incompetence that disappointed her."