This is the first time that no one has rushed to the season, and he ran so fast that he didn't even eat, so he casually made an excuse that a buddy of his came from Shenzhen to find him today.

Gong Qingchen is good at saying that this young man just doesn't believe that there is no problem with the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs made by his brother, and he is unwilling to stay, Gong Qingchen persuaded Ji Mingyang to finally kneel down and call her sister-in-law.

For a foodie like Ji Mingyang, when eating becomes a kind of torture, life becomes a dusty pearl in an instant, and it is meaningless to stay as far away as possible from a kitchen killer like his brother.

After Ji Mingyang left, the two of them sat at the dining table and stared at each other for a while, Gong Qingchen pointed to the ribs and said kindly: "These ribs are not bad, otherwise you can taste them." ”

Ji Yunyang, who had been sitting opposite her and pouring soda water, suddenly shivered as if he had suddenly thought of some bad memories after hearing Gong Qingchen's persuasion, and then took the soda and poured it again.

Gong Qingchen: "......"

The final solution was that Gong Qingchen reluctantly used his arm to make two cold dishes, and ordered two takeaways to solve the matter.

At the dinner table, Ji Yunyang saw that Gong Qingchen had been eating the sweet and sour pork ribs he made, and pushed the braised hairtail fish in front of her with some embarrassment, coughed with a somewhat embarrassed face, and said, "Eat this plate." ”

"Why?" Gong Qingchen was a little puzzled at first, but when he saw the embarrassment on Ji Yunyang's face, he understood and explained to him with a smile: "Yunyang, I didn't eat because I wanted to comfort me, in fact, I was very happy today." It's the first time I've eaten your cooking!"

What is the happiness she has been pursuing, Gong Qingchen didn't understand what it was for a long time, and it wasn't until today that she was able to understand that happiness was just when she got Ji Yunyang's care.

For a while, she was confused, she was thinking about what was the point of persevering like this, until she ate the dishes made by Ji Yunyang today, she realized that her time was running out, and she was very happy to be able to live one more day by Ji Yunyang's side, and the two of them experienced a day that was a little different from the past.

Such a simple sentence hit Ji Yunyang's heart hard, he was thinking about how much he didn't care about Gong Qingchen, such a small gesture made her cherish it to this point.

When the eyes were facing each other, Ji Yunyang finally pulled the corners of Gong Qingchen's mouth and outlined the expression closest to a smile, Gong Qingchen also gave him a big smile back, Ji Yunyang didn't speak, he just sandwiched a piece of ribs and put it in Gong Qingchen's bowl.

After lunch, Ji Yunyang answered a phone call and left in a hurry, Gong Qingchen stood aside and sent him away so understandingly, but only her bitter heart told her that the voice was Huo Xiaoran's.

After all, it was still like this, and the person she had the best hope for abandoned her for the sake of one person. After Ji Yunyang left, Gong Qingchen was really bored, and suddenly remembered the rose garden in front of the courtyard, she planned to pick some roses and come back to dry rose tea, and also wanted to save some roses to make rose cakes.

The weather outside was excellent, and a flock of birds were chirping on the plane tree in front of the yard, as if they were saying something that Gong Qingchen did not understand, and Gong Qingchen picked a lot of roses before he found that there was an extremely secret road in the side corner of the yard.

Driven by strong curiosity, Gong Qingchen walked over, and the road zigzag for seven or eight minutes before he found that he arrived at Song Yan's door, Gong Qingchen was a little disappointed, thinking that there would be some big discoveries, but it turned out that it was just leading to Song Yan's home.

Song Yan's door is not planted with red roses, but white roses and tulips. Gong Qingchen stepped on the branch of the tree and made a little noise, which attracted Song Yan, who had been concentrating, to raise his head.

Finding that he had disturbed Song Yan's painting, Gong Qingchen bowed his head a little embarrassed and said, "Sorry to disturb your painting." ”

"It's okay, I'm almost done painting, why bother, are you going to take a bath in the morning?" Song Yan looked at Gong Qingchen's basket of roses and asked a little puzzled.

His question made Gong Qingchen laugh and shake his head: "No, I plan to dry some rose tea and make rose cakes." ”

"Rose cake?" From Song Yan's tone, Gong Qingchen estimated that he should not have eaten it, originally this rose was called something for girls to eat, and it was not surprising that he didn't know.

"Yes, roses have the effect of invigorating blood and removing blood stasis, which is good for my wounds, can I take a look at the paintings you painted?" Gong Qingchen walked over and looked at the painting in front of him, which was exactly the scene in front of him - a European-style building, in front of the house were red, white and yellow flowers, the red tulips were deeper than the red roses, the golden tulips always gave people a sense of vitality, and the white roses were embellished with a divine stroke.

The most difficult color to express in oil painting is white, which is not simply left blank, nor is it the result of the accumulation of white color fuel, but the most suitable part of the color is found through contrast.

The painting is a good painting, but the grasp of the light is still a little worse, it is now noon, the sun shines the most fiercely at the end of the day, this point may not be the most beautiful time for the flowers to bloom, because the light is the most beautiful at this time, and all the creatures are indeed beautiful in the sunlight.

"How is it?" Song Yan said with a hint of uneasiness, he seemed to be waiting for Gong Qingchen to give him a compliment.

"You care a lot about color. However, when it comes to color, there is still one area that needs to be paid attention to, and the degree of control of light seems to be insufficient. As soon as Gong Qingchen's words were finished, he saw a very adoring look from Song Yan.

"I heard Yun Yang say that your Chinese painting is excellent, but I didn't believe it now, and now I realize that the two of us are confidants! I really hate to know you too late, if I knew you earlier, my current painting skills can also grow a little. ”

"It's not too late. After getting his permission, Gong Qingchen picked up the pen and changed the lighting problem for him. After Gong Qingchen finished saying that, the two began to talk more and more.

"Do you want to try it? Gong Qingchen heard Song Yan's words, Although she hadn't practiced for a long time, with Song Yan's encouragement, she couldn't help but pick up the pen with itchy hands

"Tsk! Gong Qingchen, I suddenly realized today that I can't look at the surface of many things, you are simply a decathlon person, you can draw, cook, play drums, I told me from you to do whatever you do. I admire you!"

"These are all given to me by my dad." Her eyes trembled slightly, remembering the days when she had shared hardships and hardships in the past.