What Song Xiangran said next made Fang Qingming's jaw drop.

"Then I'll go up and take a look at Qingran first, familiar with it. Song Xiangran said with a smile, and then went upstairs.

"Courage is commendable. Fang Qingming looked at Song Xiangran's back and sighed.

Even Chen Meiyun was taken aback, after all, she had invited several tutors for Fang Qingran before, and almost all of them were left by Fang Qingran angrily as soon as they met. Or rather, scared away.

Because Fang Qingran had suffered from very severe anorexia before, his temper became very irritable over time, and he talked less and less. Now, even though his anorexia has improved, his personality has changed greatly compared to when he was a child.

In fact, when Fang Qingran and Song Xiangran shook hands just now, Chen Meiyun was also taken aback. After all, Fang Qingran rarely had physical contact with his family, and if other people touched Fang Qingran's things, he would lose his temper. In severe cases, a hunger strike may be initiated.

"Xiang Ran is different from others, you can see it, Qing Ming?" Chen Meiyun said a word to Fang Qingming, but without waiting for him to answer, she went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Hmm. Fang Qingming looked at the stairs again and answered Chen Meiyun's question on his own.

When he walked to the second floor, Song Xiangran was a little lost.

Because there were several rooms, but she didn't know which room Fang Qingran was in. So Song Xiangran was in the corridor, looking around, and the doors of many rooms were closed, and it was inconvenient for her to open them.

All in all, Song Xiangran regretted that he had come upstairs to get acquainted with Fang Qingran like this.

But hard work will pay off, because at the end of the corridor, there is a room with the door open, and Song Xiangran feels that maybe Fang Qingran is inside.

Before she approached the room, Song Xiangran heard classical music playing on the gramophone in the room, and her footsteps paused, feeling that a child of Fang Qingran's age was not likely to listen to this type of music.

But they all came over, and out of curiosity, Song Xiangran walked forward.

This room is not very large, there is a large floor-to-ceiling window facing the doorway, and the white silk curtains are raised in the wind, so you can stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and take in the scenery outside.

In addition to the gramophone, there are also some painting tools in the room, and colorful paint is scattered all over the floor, and the white walls have been graffitied. But those paintings were so abstract that Song Xiangran couldn't recognize them for a while, so he took a closer look.

Just as Song Xiangran was about to reach out and touch the wall, a clear and clean male voice came from behind him. The voice belonged to a boy whose vocal cords had not yet developed, and it was very soft.

But because it came out of Fang Qingran's mouth, it was a little more indifferent.

"What are you doing?" Fang Qingran was holding a cleaned palette in his hand, and he seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Song Xiangran's actions, and his delicate brows furrowed slightly.

Hearing that the person who came was Fang Qingran who he was looking for, Song Xiangran hurriedly turned around and smiled at Fang Qingran: "I'll come to see you." “

Fang Qingran, who has never liked others to walk into his studio, originally planned to lose his temper with Song Xiangran, but it can be seen that Song Xiangran's sincere smile and gentle tone can't get up in an instant.

"Oh. Fang Qingran walked to the drawing board, lowered his head and began to continue coloring, as if he had forgotten that there was a Song Xiangran next to him.

Two people shared a room in silence.

After observing Fang Qingran's painting for a while, Song Xiangran pointed to a place on the painting and asked softly, "How about adding some blue here?"

Fang Qingran, who originally wanted to refute Song Xiangran's suggestion and ask her not to disturb her, seriously went through Song Xiangran's suggestion in her mind, glanced at Song Xiangran with some surprise, and then picked up a paintbrush and filled in a touch of blue there.

"Well, that's even more beautiful. Song Xiangran looked at the painting with his hands behind his back with satisfaction, and couldn't help nodding in praise, "Qingran, you are really talented." “

Fang Qingran's throat tightened, and after a while, he said bluntly: "Thank you." “

After looking at it for a while, the servant came up and called them to eat.

When the maid saw Song Xiangran standing behind Fang Qingran, a trace of surprise slipped through his eyes.

At dinner, Fang Weihua had already returned, and several people were sitting together, and the atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious.

What stunned them the most was that Song Xiangran sat directly on the empty seat next to Fang Qingran.

Usually, Fang Qingran always likes to sit in the corner of the dining table, next to him and another seat from others.

"Xiangran, many of these dishes are your mother's favorite food, I don't know if you like it or not, taste more. Chen Meiyun smiled and served Song Xiangran the food.

"Thank you, Auntie. After shopping all afternoon, Song Xiangran was a little hungry, and he didn't pay attention and ate two bowls of rice.

After eating and drinking, Song Xiangran strongly asked to wash the dishes, and finally had to go into the kitchen with Fang Qingming to contract this work.

The front of the kitchen sink is not large, and it is even more cramped with two people at once.

Especially Fang Qingming, who is more than 1.8 meters tall, don't look at him who usually wears very thin clothes, he stands next to Song Xiangran in a real way, and sets Song Xiangran full of birds.

After hesitating for a long time, Fang Qingming finally asked tentatively, "That kid didn't lose his temper, did he?"

Recalling the relationship just now, Song Xiangran shook his head and said, "No, I feel that Qingran has a very docile personality." “

Hearing this, Fang Qingming almost didn't hold the bowl in his hand.

"Well, almost. Fang Qingming didn't know whether to tell Song Xiangran what the normal real Fang Qingran was like.

Thinking of Fang Qingran's studio, Song Xiangran asked, "Does Qingran like to paint?"

When it came to painting, Fang Qingming's eyes darkened, and he sighed lightly and said, "Well, Qingran likes art things very much, especially in art. “

"No wonder he loves classical music so much. Song Xiangran nodded, suddenly remembered the paintings on the walls, and asked, "Then is his idol Picasso?"

Fang Qingming looked at Song Xiangran in confusion and said, "He likes Monet, why do you ask that?"

I didn't expect Fang Qingran to like Monet, although Fang Qingran's paintings do have a lot of light and shadow color depictions, but how to explain those abstract paintings on the walls?

"Because, when I went to his studio, I found a lot of abstract paintings on the walls. Song Xiangran replied.

"Oh, that......" Fang Qingming understood why Song Xiangran asked like this, and said with some self-deprecation, "Actually, the author of those paintings on the wall likes Van Gogh." “

Song Xiangran turned his head to look at Fang Qingming for some reason and said, "Is it Uncle Fang?"

I saw Fang Qingming shaking his head helplessly, and finally replied lightly: "It's me." “