While eating, she told Su's mother about her brother's situation. After reassuring her, Su Qiao returned to the house.
He turned on the newly bought computer, connected the camera, and began to observe the situation in Chu Yi's home.
Nothing unusual was discovered that night.
Chu Yi is relatively quiet at home, while Chu's mother is as fierce as ever and speaks very loudly.
Chu's father, Chu Yongjun, doesn't talk much and looks honest and simple.
Su Qiao was busy for a long time, and when she received the message from Jiang Yihan, she remembered that she had actually forgotten about him.
I quickly made a phone call.
"You said you were going to paint."
Jiang Yihan was wearing a white home sweatshirt, sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking unhappy.
Su Qiao slapped his forehead and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really have something to do today, I will definitely take you there next week."
After hesitating for a while, Jiang Yihan couldn't help but ask: "Where did you go today?"
He woke up early in the morning and thought she would come to see him.
They would go sketching in the suburbs together and go shopping together.
Unexpectedly, the morning passed, the afternoon passed, and even dinner was over, but there was still no news from her.
He hesitated for a long time before he mustered up the courage to send her a message.
"I went to see my brother early this morning. I had something very important to tell him, so I didn't come to play with you."
"You didn't even tell me."
At least you should call or send a message.
Jiang Yihan didn't feel anything before, but after hearing her voice, he inexplicably felt a little aggrieved.
Su Qiao knew that her little angel was fragile, so she quickly explained in a gentle voice:
"I was wrong. Next time I go where I am going and what I am going to do, I will tell you first so that you won't worry."
"Um."
Although Jiang Yihan still felt a little uncomfortable, he was afraid that he would go too far and make her angry and stay away from him.
"Have you eaten? What are you doing?"
Su Qiao looked at the clock on the wall. It was already past nine o'clock.
Is it time to eat
You shouldn't have been so angry that you didn't even eat, right
"have eaten."
Jiang Yihan actually didn't eat much today. He only took a few symbolic bites at dinner, but he didn't want her to worry about him.
He paused and said softly, "I painted a picture today."
Su Qiao was very understanding and immediately said, "It must be a very good painting. Can you bring it to school tomorrow to show me? I can appreciate it too."
"I... I've already torn it."
Perhaps because of her unhesitating compliment, or perhaps because of thinking of the profile of the woman in the painting, Jiang Yihan's face turned a little red.
"Why did you tear it up?"
"I..." He was used to tearing up the drawings as soon as he was done, destroying all traces.
His mother hated it most when he picked up a paintbrush.
Because his father, about whom he had little impression, was a painter of some fame.
Su Qiao understood the reason instantly and felt distressed: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if it's torn up. Let's go to the suburbs to paint together next Sunday."
"Um."
Thinking about going to the suburbs to sketch together next Sunday, Jiang Yihan's mouth curled up rarely.
"Then go to bed early?" Su Qiao was also a little tired today.
Jiang Yihan paused and asked cautiously: "Don't you want to play games?"
Hearing those words full of hope, Su Qiao regained his spirits:
"Then play a couple of rounds, but not too late, and you are not allowed to hide under the covers and play all night."
This guy, if you don't pay attention, he can really hide in the quilt and play all night long.
Maybe it was because he was restricted too strictly in the past, and in just one week, he became a real internet addict.
"Yeah." Jiang Yihan nodded obediently.