"You can't?"
"Then I'll teach you."
Su Qiao took the phone, skillfully downloaded the game, and helped him register and recharge.
Then I explained it to him in detail and demonstrated it to him in practice.
In the silent basement, the only sound was her voice with a slightly sandy texture.
It was like a beautiful piece of music, flowing in the boy's heart.
The eyes that were as indifferent as an icy lake gradually became brighter.
Su Qiao was talking until her mouth was dry, but luckily she had bought some juice before.
"How's it going? Do you understand?"
The boy hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly under her expectant gaze.
Su Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.
She put the phone back into his hand and reminded him, "You better be smart and don't hold me back."
After trying to call for a while, the boy put the phone in front of Su Qiao with some embarrassment: "Is... is that so?"
"Yes, yes, that's right. You are so smart."
Su Qiao is not exaggerating, the IQ of her man is absolutely top-notch.
She had to praise someone who was playing the game for the first time but could play it as well as a seasoned veteran.
Besides, isn’t it said that children should be praised more
It’s never wrong to praise more.
It was happily decided.
Su Qiao didn't realize at all that she had put herself in the role of "parent".
When Jiang Yihan heard this, his face turned slightly red, and he whispered, "I'm not smart."
Pause.
"Not as smart as you."
She usually either sleeps or plays games in class, and she says she will get the first place if she can.
She is the really smart one.
Su Qiao followed the principle of "children must be praised more", and said seriously:
"No, you are very smart, the smartest person I have ever met, and your paintings are also very good, the best I have ever seen."
By chance, one time, his sketchbook was knocked to the ground by a classmate, and many people laughed at him.
Xiao Si showed Su Qiao some of his past paintings.
Maybe everyone has different perspectives and levels of appreciation, but Su Qiao thinks it's pretty good.
His paintings are just... dark.
They are all dark.
Maybe it has something to do with his life experiences since childhood.
A gleam of light flashed in Jiang Yihan's eyes: "Do you like painting too?"
Su Qiao nodded: "Yes, when I am in a good mood or depressed, I like to draw and express some of my thoughts through painting."
"I first liked ink painting, and later I liked oil painting. How about we go to the suburbs to paint the scenery together one day?"
The light in Jiang Yihan's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his mind even emerged with the scene of the two of them painting on the beautiful lawn.
He wanted to nod involuntarily, but at the last moment, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed and he shook his head slightly.
"Why not?"
Although the light was not very bright, Su Qiao still saw the glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"You hate me?"
Su Qiao frowned and thought about it.
"Are you like those people who think my brother is a rapist and I am a gangster, so they look down on me and don't want to play with me?"
Jiang Yihan didn't expect her to misunderstand, and shook his head anxiously: "No, I... I..."
"No? Then why?"
During holidays, going hiking or something like that was a very common thing for Su Qiao, so she forgot about Jiang Yihan's situation for a moment.
"I... I don't have time." Jiang Yihan lowered his head dejectedly.
Apart from school, he had to stay at home and was not allowed to go anywhere, not even on Sundays.
How come you don’t have time