a little painter

Chapter 28

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She didn't speak, and continued to step forward after stopping her steps. It must have been a wordless confrontation. She had known for a long time that she would get the result she wanted, and she won the opponent smoothly, but it was inexplicable. Heavy, how can I not be happy.

Why am I so sure that this person will compromise, why do I feel uneasy, and why my heart is full of guilt.

When Chu Hui returned to the room, his clenched fists had not been loosened. The question that he avoided when he left in the morning came up again. Do you like it?

At that moment, Chu Hui probably knew what Liu Ziqing wanted, and also vaguely knew that he would definitely compromise for her, which he didn't like, but he didn't know why, he just wanted to make that woman happy, even though The feeling of doing something you don't like...

Chu Hui groped around the bed for a while, her arms stopped stiffly, she had already pawned her cell phone, but at this moment, she really wanted to post a post, asking for help from almighty netizens, how to love someone Woolen cloth?

In the flower building deep in Liu Lane, Luo Zhen looked at Li Feng, who was like a villain, and he made a look of joy and congratulations, and talked with him enthusiastically. He politely invited Tao Yuran out, and gave him a look of disdain before leaving.

Immediately, he lost interest and couldn't care less about dealing with Li Feng. For the first time, Luo Zhen was a little depressed and wanted to drink away his sorrows. He raised his hand and called a few girls to come in to accompany him, and finally he felt better. .

As the morning sun was rising, Chu Hui avoided Liu Ziqing and went out early. Why was she the one who felt uncomfortable? With a few taels of silver in her arms, she remembered her attitude towards Mr. Wu yesterday.

When he walked out of the antique shop, his hands were still empty, let alone a vase, and he couldn't even afford a teacup.

In the painting and calligraphy shop, what lonely copy?It cost 500 taels, and a painting with no visible flowers would cost 100 taels, so she flicked her sleeves and left gracefully.

Finally, Chu Hui happily walked out of a small alley with a jar of wine in his arms. Such a big jar only costs two taels of silver. The most important thing is that he can still drink a few sips when the time comes. A lot of money.

Stepping into the Wu Mansion again, Mr. Chu, who came uninvited, was very humble. Wu An respectfully took him to the study room. He could see that the master liked this young man very much, but the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and young people still need it. Have a good time.

Taifu Wu was very unhappy, very, especially unhappy. He had been furious since yesterday, and was talked about by his wife all night because of this reason.

So he was even more unhappy. He locked himself in the study early in the morning, walked around the desk for countless times, and then sent someone to report that Mr. Chu came to visit yesterday, and he also brought a gift.

Ignorant child, I know I regretted it, so after just a few breaths, Taifu Wu was in a good mood, swept his sleeves away, and ordered him to be led to the study, and then he went to the back garden contentedly.

Mrs. Zhou, the Taifu's wife, waved back, afraid that her husband, who was still like a child at this age, would lose his manners: "Master, what kind of happy things happened to you? Why is there still cloudy clouds in the morning? What will happen to you?" It's sunny now"

Taifu Wu sat down aggressively: "Ma'am, don't make fun of me. It's so cold, why don't you stay in the room, what if you catch a cold?"

Zhou pretended to be still angry, and she glared at her master: "Isn't it because some old man is pulling his face all day long, so I just came out to get some air?"

Wu Taifu coaxed him nicely, as if he forgot that there was another guest waiting for him.

In Wu's study, Chu Hui stood there bored. After a while, her hands felt a little sore. She put the wine jar on the desk, and then stretched her wrist.

After a while, her legs seemed to be a little sore. She glanced in the study and sat down on the chair in front of the desk. She can't just stand around stupidly.

I didn't have a good rest last night, and I felt a familiar feeling when I sat at the desk. I really missed the days when I would sleep on the desk in middle school. My heart moved freely, and I put my arms back on the desk, skillfully looking for it. Lie down in a comfortable position.

About half an hour later, Taifu Wu, who felt that he had suffered a lot from that ignorant boy, saw such a scene when he returned to his study.

The young man in white was sleeping soundly on his desk, the ancient book in his collection was pressed under the cheap wine jar, his beard shook uncontrollably, and even his body seemed to shake a few times.

The old lady turned around a few times in anger, wishing to go up and kick a few times. In the end, he tried his best to maintain his image, and stood behind Chu Hui, holding back his anger: "cough cough...cough cough"

Chu Hui suddenly woke up from his sleep when he heard the voice, sat upright subconsciously, and it took him a long time to realize that this was not in class, and there was no teacher, so what was she afraid of.

At this time, a gloomy voice came from behind: "Are you full of sleep? Stand up for me when you are full of sleep."

Chu Hui turned her head belatedly. The grumpy old man had a bearded expression on her face. She turned her head as if in slow motion, then stood up quickly, and bowed her hands in salute.

"Chu Hui met the Taifu"

It's a bit neither humble nor overbearing, but it's a pity that Taifu Wu is no longer in the mood to appreciate it. He sat in front of the desk, and his eyes fell on the big jar of unknown wine: "Who told you to put this vulgar thing up, take it down."

Chu Hui hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the wine jar into his arms again, then stood aside in a polite manner, nodding his head.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, half an hour passed, and she was still standing there obediently.

A piece of elm lump, Taifu Wu had appraised Chu Hui from the bottom of his heart. He even wanted to try how long this piece of elm would stand there if he didn't speak, but he wasn't that boring.

"Have you figured it out?" Taifu Wu knocked on the desk, calming himself down.

"I figured it out!" Chu Hui answered seriously with a correct attitude.

"Figured out what?" It's really a piece of elm.

"I want to devote myself to learning?" Chu Hui tentatively replied.

"The old man is asking you." Taifu Wu's voice became a little more serious, hating that iron can't be made into steel.

"I decided to devote myself to learning." Chu Hui nodded firmly, yes, that's it.

"Don't want to earn money? I don't have any money as a student of the old man." Taifu Wu still hasn't forgotten what this kid said yesterday.

Think about it, of course Chu Hui will not say this: "Students are dull, from now on I will focus on learning"

Taifu Wu turned his head, yes, he looks like a talented scholar, although it is a piece of elm, fortunately he found it early, and it can be made into a tool if it is carved, otherwise it will become a rotten wood.