Drowsily, Lu Xiaochan smelled a very pleasant smell.
He felt as if he had returned to his original world, in that little boat, being held in Shu Wuwei's arms.
It was misty and rainy, mixing the smell of earth and dew.
At this time, someone gently patted his cheek.
"Get up, the IV is finished."
Lu Xiaochan frowned and opened her eyes, only to realize that she was still in the hospital.
So disappointed...
Lu Xiaochan raised her head and realized that she had been leaning on Shu Wuxi's shoulder, and his suit jacket was covering her body.
Lu Xiaochan thought of her conversation with Shu Wuxi last night, and suddenly felt a little surprised.
"I'm not the leading actor yet, why did you cover me with your own suit?"
Shu Wuxi turned his face sideways and lowered his eyebrows slightly. This was his most gentle gesture.
"Give some sunshine and you will shine."
Shu Wuzai stood up and took his suit from Lu Xiaochan.
Nonsense, given the sunshine, if it is not brilliant, will it still be melancholy
Shu Wuzai walked in front, carrying a plastic bag in his hand, which contained the medicine prescribed by the doctor for Lu Xiaochan's waist.
His legs in trousers were straight and slender, and his steps carried an aura. Lu Xiaochan had to speed up her pace to keep up.
"Shu Wuzai! Shu Wuzai!"
"What's wrong?"
"I have a question for you!"
"go ahead."
"How can you be as kind to me as you were when I was drinking salt water?"
Because it belongs to me, no matter where it is, I will take it back.
"After you complete those three conditions and inherit the Lu family."
"Oh, you mean that as your boss, I can do whatever I want to you?"
Lu Xiaochan suddenly felt that the future was bright again.
Back in the car, Lu Xiaochan sat in the passenger seat and kept tilting her head to look at Shu Wuwei who was driving.
Shu Wugai's fingers gently moved down to turn the turn signal, his shoulders and arms were slightly stretched, and he turned the steering wheel grandly.
"What are you looking at?" he asked after being watched by Lu Xiaochan for ten full minutes.
"Look at you! The way you drive makes me miss the sun!"
Lu Xiaochan knew very well that Shu Wuzai definitely didn't know what "thinking about the sun" meant.
"The sun is over there." He raised his chin.
Lu Xiaochan was happy, hehe, as expected!
After being stared at by Lu Xiaochan for almost ten minutes, the tips of Shu Wuxi's ears turned suspiciously red.
He happened to turn his face sideways, and Lu Xiaochan stretched out his finger and touched it there.
"I am driving."
Very cold voice.
"Your ears are red, what are you thinking about?" Lu Xiaochan smiled slyly.
"No."
Shu Wujie freed up a hand and pushed Lu Xiaochan's head back. Lu Xiaochan keenly felt that the temperature of Shu Wujie's palm was higher than when he touched his forehead before.
Regardless of whether you remember me or not, you still can’t escape from my Wuzhishan!
After returning home, Lu Xiaochan immediately collapsed on the sofa.
Shu Wuzai sat next to him and glanced at him: "Don't you want to know what to eat for dinner?"
"I want to move… "
Lu Xiaochan tried her best to imitate the appearance of her female college classmates on those days of the month.
Shu Wuzai took out his mobile phone, probably using the app to order takeout again.
"...stomach pain..." Lu Xiaochan curled up, "I don't know...if it was the takeaway I ate in the morning...it's not clean..."
He was referring to the porridge Shu Wuzai ordered for him.
Shu Wuxi was still holding the phone, not knowing what he was looking at. He even held his chin with his hand, his eyes were very focused and he didn't know what he was studying.
stock? fund? Or futures
Serious brother Wu Gao is still the most handsome!
After a few minutes, Shu Wuze put the phone in his pocket, stood up and left.
"Where are you going..." Lu Xiaochan said angrily.
"Kitchen, cook."
Lu Xiaochan's eyes lit up - look, you will become soft-hearted when I get sick, why are you pretending not to care about me? Hahaha!
For the first time, he felt that his parents had chosen the wrong major for him. If he had entered some film or drama school, he might have rushed out of the country and headed for an Oscar by now!
Listening to the sound of Shu Wuwei chopping vegetables, I was a little hesitant at first, but then it got faster and faster. As expected, Brother Wuwei was very quick at everything he did!
Then there was the sound of oil popping up. Lu Xiaochan was a little nervous. Shu Wuxi's beautiful face must not be hurt by the oil splashing.
Not long after, two plates of food were served on the table, and Lu Xiaochan could smell the aroma of the soup.
His stomach growled, he was really hungry.
Shu Wuzai walked to the sofa and said to Lu Xiaochan, who was curled up there pretending to be dead, "Let's eat."
The most important thing in acting is to be consistent. Lu Xiaochan tried to get up, then fell back, and said hesitantly: "I can't get up..."
Sure enough, Shu Wuzai lowered his body, put one hand around Lu Xiaochan's neck, and supported him up.
Lu Xiaochan suddenly thought, when he went to the hospital in the morning, was it brother Wu Gao who carried him into the car
Hey Hey! Behold, you are neither holding me up nor carrying me, but you are holding me!
Lu Xiaochan felt happy again.
Shu Wuzai was very close to him, and the fresh smell made Lu Xiaochan couldn't help but kiss him on the neck.
"what are you doing?"
Shu Wuxi suddenly let go of Lu Xiaochan, covering his neck with one hand and looking at him.
By the way, the side of the neck is the place that makes Shu Wuxiao emotional. In the past, when Lu Xiaochan was tortured by him, she would bite his neck hard to get revenge, but if that happened, Shu Wuqi would definitely be even more cruel.
"...um...what's wrong..."
Lu Xiaochan looked like she had no idea what she had done. She opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at Shu Wuqi innocently.
"Nothing. Eat."
This time, Shu Wuqi was not very gentle and almost pulled Lu Xiaochan up.
There are only two dishes on the table, an introduction to classic cooking: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and stir-fried shredded pork with pickled mustard, which go well with rice!
"You can also cook..."
Excessive! I've been with you for hundreds of years, and you haven't cooked a meal for me!
"I was on Baidu on my phone just now."
Lu Xiaochan was surprised: "Can you still use Du Niang?"
Shu Wuzai raised his head and looked at him: "Why can't I?"
Do you have the nerve to ask? You used to be an old hat in the world who has never seen the world!
Lu Xiaochan sandwiched a piece of tomato and egg, which was moderately sweet and salty. Even the egg was fluffy and soft, making you want to pour the whole plate into your mouth.
Let me try the fried shredded pork with pickled mustard again. Brother Wu Gao must not know that the pickled mustard needs to be blanched, and it might be extremely salty!
Hey, the pickled mustard is refreshing, the meat is silky and tender, it’s delicious!
Lu Xiaochan raised her head: "Have you really...never cooked before?"
"No."
Brother Wu Gao's learning ability is too strong, right
Envy, but if you treat me better, I can give up jealousy and hatred.
Lu Xiaochan ate a whole bowl of rice and felt very satisfied.
Before he recovered, he stopped taking a bath at night and instead boiled water and soaked his feet.
Shu Wuwei cut some ginger slices and put them in the hot water where he soaked his feet.
Lu Xiaochan felt warm in her heart. Didn't you give me a blowjob before? Let me try again to see if you really don't care about me.
So Lu Xiaochan pretended to fall asleep with her head tilted while soaking her feet.
Ten minutes later, the water cooled down, but Lu Xiaochan looked like he couldn't feel anything and snored slightly. He especially imitated the sound of a little lion when a certain anti-virus software was killing viruses.
There had been no movement from Shu Wuxi, which made Lu Xiaochan pretend to be a little anxious.
"Stop pretending, I know you're not asleep."
Lu Xiaochan calmed down and opened one eye first, but suddenly realized that Shu Wuxi was sitting on the coffee table in front of the sofa, folding his arms and looking at him.
The gaze was very oppressive, with a hint of seriousness in the coldness, as if he had seen through Lu Xiaochan.
Lu Xiaochan became nervous and stepped on the edge of the basin. He almost tipped the basin over. Seeing that his feet were about to step on the cold tile floor, Shu Wuwei suddenly leaned down, clasped his calf and pushed up. Lift, his feet did not fall to the ground.
With her little heart beating wildly, Lu Xiaochan lost her balance and leaned back, dumbfounded as she stared at the ceiling.
Shu Wuwei let go of his hand, and his feet landed on the slippers, and Shu Wuwei's strength and warmth were still on his calves.
"Pour out the water and go to sleep."
Lu Xiaochan sat up straight and watched Shu Wuxi get up and leave the coffee table.
Hey...there's something going on!
Lu Xiaochan poured the water and got under the quilt. On the other side, Shu Wuxi was still leaning on the bedside reading a book, but he took off his glasses.
The light from the bedside lamp was very soft, and the lines on his forehead, the tip of his nose, and his chin actually extended with a sense of pathos, and even the slightly raised eyelashes were very disturbing.
Lu Xiaochan's throat felt a little hot, so he stretched his feet out of his own quilt and into the other person's quilt.
"What are you doing?" Shu Wuxi was still reading without turning his head.
"My feet are cold." Lu Xiaochan touched Shu Wuxi's body with her toes, but she didn't dare to be too arrogant.
Shu Wuzai put down the book, turned off the light, wrapped himself in a quilt, and turned his back to Lu Xiaochan.
Tch... Why are you pretending to be loyal
Lu Xiaochan put her feet back into her quilt and turned her back to the other party, secretly thinking about how to fulfill the three conditions.
The next day was Monday, and Lu Xiaochan had to go back to school.
It was Shu Wuzai who drove him there personally. When they arrived at the school parking lot, Shu Wuxi and Lu Xiaochan walked out one by one. It was like a movie scene, and the students all stopped and looked at them.
Of course, what everyone is looking at is Shu Wuxiao, who is so handsome that he has an elite aura.
Lu Xiaochan was still thinking, could Shu Wuxi still accompany her to class
At this time, a man as thin as a matchstick ran over to Lu Xiaochan, waving to him. He was Lu Xiaochan's classmate, and Lu Xiaochan named him "Little Match".
"Xiaochan! You're back! Are you in a good mood? I heard that you suffered from depression because of the... series of blows in your life... "
"ha?"
What blow? oh! My parents were gone, my house was lost, and I was forced into debt. It was a series of blows.
But I, Lu Xiaochan, am facing the sea and the spring flowers are blooming, and my heart is very strong. How can I be depressed
Little Match looked at Shu Wuxi with an expression of great admiration: "You must be the legendary guardian who looks after our little cicada 24 hours a day!"
"Yes." Shu Wuzai nodded slightly.
Lu Xiaochan still didn't fully understand.
Until Shu Wuzai followed Lu Xiaochan into the classroom and sat down next to Lu Xiaochan, Lu Xiaochan couldn't help but ask: "Don't you have to go to work?"
"It's what you said. It's one hour, one minute, one second. It's not 24 hours."
Lu Xiaochan was overjoyed. She was so happy to be able to be with Shu Wuxiao after class!
Wait... Did Shu Wuzai tell the school that he was suffering from depression, so he could come in to study with him
Ah, if that's really the case, shouldn't he be pretending to be depressed
So, during the whole day of class, Lu Xiaochan looked at the professor in front of him, and all he could think about was Shu Wuqi next to him. The whole class looked at Shu Wuzai from time to time. All in all, Shu Wuzai was the real "focus" in the classroom.
The day's classes were over, and Lu Xiaochan went to the professor's office.
On the professor's desk was a painting that Lu Xiaochan drew last semester. He frowned and looked embarrassed.
"Oh, Xiaochan is here, you sit down, you sit down too." The professor looked at Shu Wuqi next to him.
Lu Xiaochan sat down nervously, fearing that the professor would say something unpleasant and make Shu Wuzai have a bad impression of him. You should know that because she didn't have much love for painting, she often skipped classes before.
"Xiaochan, you have to study hard for the rest of the year. You have to be cheerful and hopeful, so that the paintings you draw will have aura."
What does it mean
I have always been cheerful and hopeful. Haven't you seen the aura in my paintings
"This... immaturity in skills can be made up for by feelings."
Professor, I used to be very bright, but now I am very depressed.
"As long as you don't waste the remaining year, you will have no problem entering a US career and becoming a teacher."
Fortunately, Professor, you are not talking about children's painting class...
The professor was very concerned about Lu Xiaochan's melancholy and felt that it was really pitiful that the child pretended to be fine even though he was in a bad mood.
Lu Xiaochan has been silent since she left the professor's office.
Before he met Shu Wujie, the professor's words wouldn't have affected him at all. But what should he do now? He has to achieve something in his own field, hold an art exhibition, and still have others call him "teacher"
Ouch! forget it!
Youth interest class holds art exhibition? Then the students have to call him teacher!
As he was walking, his back collar was caught. When Lu Xiaochan turned around, she realized it was Shu Wuqi.
"The car is over there."
After getting in the car, Lu Xiaochan held her chin up and looked out the window instead of looking at Shu Wuqi.
Maybe it was like this, which made Shu Wuzai feel that the person who looked at him like a fool suddenly stopped looking at him, which was a little abnormal.
"what's on your mind?"
"I'm thinking about life."
Lu Xiaochan is sure that she is more like a person suffering from depression now.
Even when eating in the evening, Lu Xiaochan was absent-minded. As a result, she got stuck on a fish bone and cried in pain.
"Drink vinegar! I want to drink vinegar!"
"There's no use drinking vinegar."
Shu Wuzai pulled Lu Xiaochan in front of him, asked him to sit down, and then raised his chin.
He put the spoon against the base of Lu Xiaochan's tongue, focused his eyes, and used the chopsticks to pick out the fish bone very quickly and accurately!
Lu Xiaochan looked at him in surprise, wiped the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and said, "I thought you were going to kiss me!"
Shu Wuzai turned around and went to the kitchen.
Lu Xiaochan tilted her head and looked over, and found that Shu Wuxi's hands were resting on the sink. His back was still straight, but he just raised his head, as if he was sighing.
-Maybe he really wanted to kiss him just now
That night, Lu Xiaochan was wrapped in a quilt. Although her back was leaning against Shu Wuxiao, she kept squeezing towards him.
"You squeezed me."
"I squeezed you, and if you retreated, I knew where your territory was. Otherwise, I would have thought it was all my territory."
Shu Wuxi stopped moving.
Lu Xiaochan just relied on him and made a very important decision in his heart, that is, he did not plan to become a painter, but to become a comic! painting! Home!
Combining the temperament of ink painting with comics, draw out the story of myself and Shu Wuxiao!
He doesn't believe that in the field of comics, he can still hold a personal comic exhibition, and others can't call him a teacher
The future suddenly became brighter. Lu Xiaochan didn't worry about anything and went to sleep.
So every night at home, Lu Xiaochan stopped watching variety shows and started drawing comics.
Shu Wuzai was looking at some of his documents.
Sometimes when Lu Xiaochan tilted her head to compose a picture, she could see Shu Wuxi looking at her from the reflection of the TV screen.
How about it? How about it? Are serious men the most handsome
A month later, Lu Xiaochan submitted her first manuscript to "Cartoonist" magazine, but within a month, nothing happened.
This made Lu Xiaochan return to a state of melancholy. Doesn't he have a future in the field of comics
"You've been eating less recently than before." Shu Wuzai put down his chopsticks and looked at Lu Xiaochan who was counting grains of rice across from him.
"I don't want to eat it... I'm probably pregnant..." Lu Xiaochan joked casually.
There was a "click" and the chopsticks on the opposite side were broken.
"With whom?"
Shu Wugai's voice sounded, and there was a strong low pressure in the coldness. Lu Xiaochan even felt that the other party was about to bite his tooth sockets open.
"Huh? Men...men can't get pregnant! I'm talking nonsense...just kidding you..."
Lu Xiaochan was dumbfounded, because the moment she and Shu Wuxiao looked at each other, Lu Xiaochan suspected that the other party was going to overturn the dining table, and then immediately perform a hundred-year spiritual practice.
Shu Wujie leaned forward slightly, looked into Lu Xiaochan's eyes and said, "Listen carefully, even if you want to meet the third condition - to spread the branches of the Lu family before the age of 25, it does not mean that the Lu family approves you. Just mess around with anyone."
"Yes...really?" Lu Xiaochan was so shocked that she could hardly think.
"Have a meal."
At this moment, Lu Xiaochan's cell phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number.
It was either a debt collection call or a small advertisement. Lu Xiaochan clicked it without thinking.
As a result, the number was called four or five times in a row, unremittingly and tirelessly, as if Lu Xiaochan would not give up until she answered.
Lu Xiaochan got angry and yelled after answering: "I have no money - I won't pay back the money! I won't get a loan! I won't buy a house!"
The other person was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Hello, I am the editor-in-chief of "Cartoonist" magazine. I read the manuscript you submitted. It is really great! The combination of ink and comics is smart and elegant, and the storyboard is smooth! And the story is also very exciting. ! Are you free now... Ah, no, tomorrow! Do you have time to come to our magazine to chat! "
Lu Xiaochan was dumbfounded and said without thinking: "I have class tomorrow..."
"The day after tomorrow!"
"I also have to go to class the day after tomorrow..." Lu Xiaochan almost wanted to bite off her tongue.
"It's okay, Friday afternoon! There are usually no classes in universities on Friday afternoon! You... are not a middle school student, right?"
"I'm a university student."
"Then it's a deal, Friday at three o'clock in the afternoon!"
"Okay, it's settled..."
Lu Xiaochan was in a state of confusion, and then suddenly reacted, threw away her phone and rushed towards Shu Wuxi, hugging his neck.
"Brother Wu Gai—I want to become a cartoonist!"
"Cartoonist" magazine made an appointment with Lu Xiaochan for half a year's serialization. However, Lu Xiaochan's first serialization "Unconscious Heaven: Prequel (Part 1)" ranked third among all serialized stories. After the publication of the novel , it jumped to second place, and it has reached first place by the end of the next chapter.
The magazine made an appointment with Lu Xiaochan for another year of serialization, which left Lu Xiaochan with no time to play games or watch variety shows at night except for attending classes during the day, so she just drew comics there.
In order to keep up with the progress, Lu Xiaochan had to recruit Xiao Match as his assistant to draw comics together.
Soon, this small one-bedroom apartment was filled with various comic tools and electronic drawing boards.
Shu Wuzai was sitting on the sofa, watching the two men lying on the table and working hard without even raising their heads.
Because he stayed up late to draw, Lu Xiaochan already had dark circles under his eyes.
Who knew that the night before the submission of the manuscript, Little Match was hit by a bicycle? fold! Got it!
Lu Xiaochan was so anxious that she ran around the table: "What should I do? Where can I find someone to help me? There are still more than fifty pages of scenes to deal with! What should I do!"
Shu Wuwei, who had been sitting on the sofa and flipping through the "Cartoonist" magazine, said lightly: "I'll do it."
"You...are you here?" Lu Xiaochan felt that she had heard wrongly, "Can you use the electronic drawing board? Do you know how to use PS? Do you know how to use pt?"
"I have never eaten pork, and I have watched pigs run away for so many days."
Shu Wuwei unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and folded them up under his elbows. With Lu Xiaochan's jaw-dropping proficiency, he began to process the fifty-plus pages of scenes.
Could it be possible that... this is Qiankun Bag's built-in system operation, allowing Shu Wuxiao to know everything
Yehua Yuanzun! You are biased!
But such a seamless brother still makes Lu Xiaochan "miss the sun" very much!