"Look at how your hands are squeezed, and your mouth is hard?" Fu Xiaoyu reached out and grabbed her hand, rubbing her finger knuckles that were white because of too much force.
When Fu Xiaoyu said so, Nie Changhuan went to take a look at Fu Xingye somehow.
Fu Xingye's gaze fell on the hands that Fu Xiaoyu and her pinched together, and the half-dangling eyes didn't know whether it was loss or sarcasm.
Nie Changhuan pursed his lips and immediately withdrew his hand.
But after withdrawing her hand, she was immediately annoyed: it seemed how guilty she was.
Fu Xiaoyu smiled in the wheelchair, Nie Changhuan glared at him, then opened the door and left.
She walked to the box that Sha Rong had booked before stopping.
She stood at the door, did not push the door immediately, but closed her eyes, rubbed her eyebrows, adjusted her expression, and walked in.
Sha Rong and the thundercloud period had arrived long ago.
"It's finally here. I choose my seat. I'll call the waiter to serve." Sha Rong got up and left the box.
Nie Changhuan and Lei Yunqi looked at each other. Lei Yunqi did not get up and shrugged at her from the seat: "Master's trick is too old-fashioned. If he wants to give us space to talk alone, it would be better to just say it. "
Nie Changhuan looked at the thundercloud stage, which was obviously mature and stable but was no longer so energetic, and smiled as well, and sat down on the left side of Sha Rong.
Lei Yunqi sat on the right side of Sha Rong.
Nie Changhuan pretended not to see the loss of Lei Yunqi's eyes, and asked him: "After studying with Professor Yan for a year, how do you feel now?"
Lei Yunqi didn't answer. He looked at her with a smile that Nie Changhuan didn't want to face. After a while, he said, "Junior sister, my style of painting now looks 70% to 80% similar to yours. If you can't paint in the future. Come, if you meet a buyer who is not so picky, let me paint."
"Let you learn painting from Professor Yan, this is what you learned?" Nie Changhuan looked at Lei Yunqi, frowning and tightening.
What's imitating her
After all, Nie Changhuan knew very well that a level like Yan Xiaofeng was the best at making up for one's strengths and would not teach all students into a model.
Lei Yunqi said that he looked 70% to 80% like her, so he could only imitate her deliberately.
Lei Yunqi took a glass of water and took a sip, taking the opportunity to withdraw his gaze: "Hey, don't you know, Professor Yan is most proud of having such a talented student like you to the ceiling, and he will often take your time as a student. Show the paintings for everyone to observe. You know mine, I don’t have any talent, so I just rely on hard training, plus thinking that after learning, I still want to do business with the master, so I just follow your paintings. I won’t be questioned by anyone saying that my style of painting has suddenly changed."
"Thundercloud period." Nie Changhuan became so angry that he continued to endure, "When I was a student, there were only two or three paintings that could be taken out by Professor Yan. You rely on me for two or three paintings. Just imitated my style of painting to 70% to 80%?"
And those are the first few paintings of her, and there is still a difference with her later style of painting.
Lei Yunqi must have secretly imitated and practiced with her later paintings.
"Lei Yunqi, one year, you used this opportunity to do this?" Nie Changhuan wanted to take a glass of water in front of him and pour it on Lei Yunqi's face, but she held it back, but the tone was really good. Unable to hold back anymore, she scolded him viciously, "Thunder Yunqi, are you sick?!"
She couldn't hold back her scolding, the tea cup was overturned by her, and the tea immediately ran down the table and soaked her skirt.
Lei Yunqi immediately got up, drew a tissue and wanted to kneel beside her to wipe her, but Nie Changhuan avoided it by turning sideways.
Nie Changhuan stood up and walked directly out. When she reached the door, she looked back and knelt down in the original thundercloud stage, saying every word: "Thundercloud stage, you are really disappointing."
"Huanhuan, I..."
Nie Changhuan slammed the door and did not listen to what was behind him.
She went to the toilet to deal with her wet skirt. She wanted to go straight away, but the bag was still in the private room. She calmed down and went back.
When she entered the door, Sha Rong was also teaching the Thunder Cloud Phase. As soon as she saw her coming in, Sha Rong got up and said, "Okay, let's not get angry with our golden lump. You are not only angry about this, but I am a teacher. I can't wait to kick this kid!"
Sha Rong patted Nie Changhuan on the shoulder. After pressing her on the chair and sitting down, the conversation turned: "But the three of us haven't been sitting together for a meal in a long time. Let's just talk about our relationship tonight, regardless of the fault. ,Ok?"
After speaking, Sha Rong raised his teacup and worked his way to respect.
Nie Changhuan sighed in his heart, and took a sip from his teacup.
Lei Yunqi, who was still worried, immediately breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the tea cup to dry. Finally, he showed the cup to Sha Rong and Nie Changhuan, looking like a little brother who had done something wrong.
Nie Changhuan couldn't help laughing.
This meal, with such a beginning, actually took more than two hours.
Sha Rong was drunk again. Lei Yunqi originally said that he would send Nie Changhuan home, but Sha Rong was so drunk that he had to send Sha Rong back.
Nie Changhuan forced him to take Sha Rong away first, then went back to the private room and asked the waiter to come over to checkout.
The three masters and apprentices didn't pay much attention to spending money. They didn't seem to have a gentleman concept. Half of the time, Nie Changhuan paid the bills. Nie Changhuan didn't feel anything wrong, and even preferred this method.
After the checkout, it's actually not too late, just after nine o'clock in the evening.
After Nie Changhuan called the family in the private room to confirm the situation, because he was used to rinse his mouth after eating, this small private room did not have a separate bathroom, so he walked to the bathroom while wearing a coat, and then bumped into Fu Xingye’s arms. .
Obviously he didn't see his face, but at the moment when he ran into it, Nie Changhuan knew that the other party was Fu Xingye, so he didn't panic, and only slightly stunned and stepped back.
She looked up at him.
Fu Xingye stood straight, but there was a bruise on the corners of his mouth.
Nie Changhuan couldn't remember whether the few people punched Fu Xingye in the face when he was in the private room before, or did they later find a reason to punch Fu Xingye, which caused the corners of his mouth to become like this.
When she was thinking about this endlessly in her heart, Fu Xingye's throat rolled and her voice was hoarse, and said, "I thought that they took you over to embarrass you."
I don't know if it was because of an illusion. Nie Changhuan felt that when he said this, there was a kind of grievance in his words, but it was like temptation.
"You misunderstood, I went in voluntarily." Nie Changhuan turned sideways, taking the opportunity to look away from him again.
Hearing what she said, Fu Xingye nodded softly and said, "That's good."
Nie Changhuan couldn't answer the word, and was hesitating how to propose to leave, and then heard Fu Xingye ask her: "You have a relationship with Fu Xiaoyu and Chen Yanchuan?"
Nie Changhuan curled his fingertips, and replied indifferently, "Yes."
Hearing this answer, Fu Xingye stared at Nie Changhuan's profile for a few seconds, but in the end he smiled and nodded again.
But after nodding, he lowered his eyes, and a pair of peach eyes were completely buried under the messed up forehead hair.
Nie Changhuan felt upset, and things didn't go well tonight. She didn't want to be in a stalemate with Fu Xingye, so she said, "I have something to do. I have to go first."
After that, she didn't even go to the bathroom, so she really moved away.
Fu Xingye immediately raised his eyes to look at her, looking at her back, but did not speak.
He just stood there, on his thin and more contoured face, only those eyes were full of emotions.
On the contrary, Nie Changhuan stopped after walking a few steps.
After hesitating for a few seconds with her lips pursed, she turned around and glanced at Fu Xingye's waist: "The injury you suffered to save Zheng'er back then hasn't been completely completed yet?"
If it's so complete, it won't be punched, and it's painful like that.
Back then, Fu Xingye only said that he was hit by a stone or something, and he got out of bed within two days. Nie Changhuan didn't think much about it back then, thinking it was not a serious injury.
If it were Fu Xingye a year ago, he would definitely come to Lai Nie Changhuan by pretending to say something plausible.
But now Fu Xingye just said, "It's okay."
He said it was okay, but now he looks like he can't stand up straight.
Moreover, Nie Changhuan suddenly remembered that Peng Jiangzhou had said before that there was not even a driver beside Fu Xingye now.
Nie Changhuan was unwilling to owe favors, especially Liu Zheng, so she took two steps to Fu Xingye: "I drove the car and can take you to the hospital by the way."
Fu Xingye's eyes lit up, but still refused: "It's really okay, you go first."
"..." Nie Changhuan saw him look very different from a year ago, and the more he felt something was wrong with him, so he walked directly to him, took his arm and said, "Go, go to the hospital."
When she spoke, Fu Xingye snorted and almost knelt on the ground with one leg bent.
"Are you okay?!" Nie Changhuan hurriedly tried his best to support him, bending over to look at his face.
There was already sweat on his forehead.
Nie Changhuan was startled and wondered whether Fu Jindong had put multiple hands on him.
Or think, before today, she felt that Peng Jiangzhou's cheating and cruel brother's seizure of power was just an exaggeration, but what she saw today is far more cruel than the description.
Nie Changhuan couldn't understand what kind of heart he had to treat his own brother like this.
Thinking like this in his heart, Nie Changhuan couldn't help but ask him: "You let him beat you like this?"
There was another sentence "Will you fight back?"
Fu Xingye, who had just barely stood up straight after hearing the words, glanced at her with his head tilted.
Nie Changhuan was afraid of his misunderstanding, and quickly said: "I hate Fu Jindong, not because of you, but because of Chi Meng."
Fu Xingye withdrew his sight again.
Nie Changhuan turned his head to look at him too taciturn, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
She held him, her voice softened unconsciously: "My car is parked on the parking apron downstairs. I will help you get out of the car. Can you barely walk?"
Fu Xingye seemed to hesitate, then nodded and followed her forward.
But when he really walked, he seemed to have no injuries on his body, and strode upright, without letting Nie Changhuan help.
But Nie Changhuan noticed that when he was walking, one of his legs was obviously stiff, and when he got into the car, he moved very slowly.
Fu Xingye sat in the back seat. Nie Changhuan drove and was speechless all the way, but Nie Changhuan knew that Fu Xingye had been looking at her from behind, so she thought she didn't know.
It was already late at night, and there were not a few people in the hospital corridor. Nie Changhuan dropped the emergency room and helped Fu Xingye go in.
As soon as the doctor checked, he frowned and asked Fu Xingye: "It's 36?"
Fu Xingye hummed.
The doctor said he was very disgusted: "Why are you so impulsive when you are 36? You will not be able to raise your wounds for ten and a half months without raising them. Especially your legs, I guess the bones are cracked."
Nie Changhuan looked at Fu Xingye's legs abruptly, but Fu Xingye was looking at her. When she looked at him, he turned his eyes to see the doctor again.
Finally, the doctor prescribed the medicine and was hospitalized, so that Fu Xingye was treated in the hospital first.
After Nie Changhuan sent Fu Xingye into the ward, he wanted to leave, but he inevitably remembered Peng Jiangzhou's words, so he asked Fu Xingye: "You can't be hospitalized alone. Why don't you call someone you trust?"
Fu Xingye nodded, but after a while, he tilted his head and glanced out the window: "You wait until dawn before leaving."
"..." Nie Changhuan was poked in the center and was silent for two seconds. When he thought that his current state is really not suitable for driving, he nodded and asked Fu Xingye after putting the bag on the sofa, "Do you want to eat? There should be takeaways that can be delivered."
Fu Xingye really shook his head.
Nie Changhuan stopped asking, and sat down on the sofa.
Just sitting down, the ward immediately calmed down, and the originally large ward suddenly seemed very cramped. Now she is sitting on the sofa and Fu Xingye is sitting in her arms. The two of them are clearly far apart. , But Nie Changhuan just felt that his breathing had become uncomfortable because of his existence.
She regretted it again: At that time, Fu Xingye said she was all right, why did she insist on taking others to the hospital
But compared to regret, she was really tired now, and soon fell asleep leaning on the sofa.
Fu Xingye was equally nervous, but when he thought of her unusual relationship with Fu Xiaoyu and Chen Yanchuan, he endured not turning his head to look at her again.
Until he heard even and shallow breathing.
Nie Changhuan leaned her head on the sofa, the long hair on the side of her face covered half of her face, and the tip of her nose showed a little bit, and her long eyelashes were like motionless butterfly wings.
Fu Xingye retracted his gaze, then got out of bed lightly and walked slowly to Nie Changhuan's side. He wanted to reach out and touch her face, but finally retracted.
He originally thought that he had no eldest brother, no brothers, no parents, and even his only relative and grandmother are now hospitalized abroad. At least, in this Whale City, he still has a Nie Changhuan and a daughter.
But after seeing Nie Changhuan's interaction with Chen Yanchuan and Fu Xiaoyu in Fu Jindong's game tonight, he suddenly felt that he had nothing.
Nie Changhuan stood aside with Fu Jindong, Chen Yanchuan, and even Fu Xiaoyu.
Fu Xingye didn't know when Nie Changhuan became so familiar with them and seemed to have a close relationship with them.
Fu Xiaoyu also squeezed her hand...
Fu Xingye closed his eyes abruptly, and after a while he took a deep breath, then slowly opened his eyes to look at Nie Changhuan.
It's already winter. If you sleep on the sofa, you must catch a cold.
Fu Xingye got up, slowly and gently lifted Nie Changhuan horizontally.
At the moment when he picked up Nie Changhuan, Fu Xingye looked down at her in his arms, his arms inevitably tightened again: He didn't expect that she seemed to be halted, but she was actually so light.
Suddenly, he twitched his lips: Yes, she must be thin and tired to raise a family by herself.
So as long as she can live a little better, it doesn't matter if she and Chen Yanchuan and Fu Xiaoyu are close or even very close. He doesn't care.
Fu Xingye lowered his eyes and stepped forward, hugged Nie Changhuan and walked to the side of the bed, then gently placed her on the bed, carefully covering her with the quilt.
After doing all this, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand again, trying to touch her face, but his fingertips were about to touch her cheek, and he shrank back again.
He turned and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the gray high-rise buildings and the endless streets outside, slowly curling his lips: it seems that all the people in this world who should be close to him are moving away from him and disgusting him.
Since when did he become disliked or even disgusted
It seems that it started with his mother Tan Mingya.
Fu Xingye couldn't help but chuckled again, trying to reach out and touch the cigarette in his pocket, but he didn't touch anything. He suddenly felt that the hand that released his strength and touched the cigarette suddenly fell, and his body seemed to have lost the strength to support it.
He thought, yes, even his mother hates him, let alone others.
The sick Nie Changhuan slowly opened his eyes, looked at the tall and slender figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and let out a sigh of relief.
In fact, as soon as Fu Xingye's hand touched her body, she was already awake. This is a habit that has been cultivated with children all the year round. Sleeping is very shallow and it is easy to wake up.
But at the time, I didn't know if it was too tired to open her eyes, or because after opening her eyes, she would inevitably face Fu Xingye's eyes again. Zongzhi, she continued to close her eyes and pretended not to wake up.
But now that Fu Xingye was lying in her arms, she regretted not opening her eyes just now: she could never occupy a patient's bed and let the patient go to sleep on the sofa.
She was with Fu Xingye to see a doctor just now, so she knew how many injuries Fu Xingye had suffered, and she knew that he needed to lie down even more.
Nie Changhuan sighed silently, thinking for a long time in her mind, but didn't think of a natural way to "wake up", instead, thinking about it, she fell asleep again uncontrollably.
When she woke up again, it was already bright. Nie Changhuan looked at the time and found that it was already past nine o'clock the next morning.
She glanced around in the room again, making sure that she hadn't seen Fu Xingye, then she bounced up and sat down, rubbing her hair in annoyance.
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, looked around in the ward, but did not find Fu Xingye.
While hesitating, I heard the sound of conversation outside, and vaguely heard Fu Xingye's name.
Nie Changhuan put on his coat and went out, and was slightly stunned when he saw a few people standing there.