Slippery. Chen Hui thought in her heart.

It's just that she didn't say anything, but continued to feed Wu Zhong porridge, and said angrily: "Eat more fragrant, I made less porridge, and I can't stop your mouth......"

Wu Zhong smiled silently, and it could be seen that he was quite happy now, much better than the frowning look just now.

The two of them didn't say anything, maybe they felt too quiet, Chen Hui said again: "I rarely cook, this porridge, you are still the first boy to eat it." ”

"Yes. Wu Zhong was stunned and said, "It would be nice if I could eat it for a lifetime." ”

“……”

Hearing this, Chen Hui was shocked, her hands trembled, and she almost spilled the porridge.

The atmosphere was embarrassing for a while, and Chen Hui coughed a little overwhelmed, "Ahem...... You...... What are you talking nonsense, rice is the staple food, okay, no matter how delicious the porridge is, you can't eat it for a lifetime, it's not ......"

I wanted to say that and blur the awkward topic.

However, Wu Zhong replied seriously: "I didn't mean that, I really want to eat the porridge you made for the rest of my life." ”

“……”

Chen Hui's face was flushed when she said this topic, and in a panic, she couldn't feed this porridge.

She said shyly, "You...... Didn't you wake up? What are you talking about, you ......."

Seeing her shy appearance and evasive gaze, Wu Zhong took the bowl of porridge with his left hand, placed it on the table, and ate it himself, without dwelling on the topic anymore.

After a while, Chen Hui breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about what had happened to Wu Zhong in the past few days, and he said these shy words when he met.

She pouted, a little shy, and looked at Wu Zhong's right wrist with some concern, and asked him, "How is your hand?"

"Much better, the doctor said, I can be discharged at noon. ”

"yes, that's great. Chen Hui was overjoyed.

What she hopes for most now is that Wu Zhong's hand can be restored as before.

She suddenly proposed: "After I am discharged from the hospital, let's go to the studio in the afternoon, how about you teach me to draw? You watch from the side, I will paint, last time you taught me wood carving, this time I want to learn new things." ”

Hearing this, Wu Zhong was stunned for a while, obviously a little surprised, but he still agreed.

It seems that as long as it is Chen Hui's request, he really hasn't refused.

This morning, the two chatted here.

Chen Huicai discovered that Wu Zhong was actually not as cold as usual, and when he really chatted, he actually talked a lot.

……

They were discharged from the hospital at noon, and after lunch, they went straight back to school.

Because it was a Saturday, the school was empty, and the quiet campus looked like it was bigger and empty.

Chen Hui has been depressed for a week, and today is her happiest day, because Wu Zhong was discharged from the hospital. The big stone in her heart was finally put down.

The two came to the studio, Chen Hui sat in Wu Zhong's position, carefully opened his painting tools, and Wu Zhong "played" the role of a teacher, guiding on the side.

first taught her to line up, but I don't know if Wu Zhong taught well or Chen Hui was really talented, and the line was very good the first time.

Wu Zhong watched her draw, and from time to time he taught some theoretical knowledge.

After almost an hour, Chen Hui basically mastered the relationship between light and dark and the painting method of sketching still life.

Wu Zhong praised several times: "You are such a scholar and so talented in painting, if you learn art, it is estimated that we will all die of shame." ”

"Where is it. Chen Hui said a little embarrassedly: "You taught it well." ”

The two of them blew each other in business, while happily continuing to play.

Until the evening, Chen Hui planned to leave, after all, Wu Zhong had just recovered from a serious illness, and he couldn't keep messing around with her here.

She put away the first work she painted, told Wu Zhong to take care of herself, and then left.

She was holding the drawing, and she was jumping happily along the way, but she had not gone far when she suddenly remembered something, she still had a few pencils in her hand, and forgot to put them back.

Helplessly, she ran back again, but fortunately she didn't go far, and it took a while.

It was only when she reached the door of the studio that she suddenly stopped.

Because she secretly saw that Wu Zhong was still in his position, and re-hung a four-page drawing paper.

Is he going to paint, Chen Hui thought to herself.

For some reason, Chen Hui subconsciously didn't choose to go in and disturb, but hid here and peeked.

Looking at the moment when Wu Zhong held the paintbrush, Chen Hui's face gradually changed.

Wu Zhong's right hand...... Seems to be a bit of a problem. The posture of holding the brush is a bit odd, as if the fingers are not bent easily.

He tried for a while before he grasped the brush and took shape on the paper, but he relied entirely on his arms, not his fingers.

The lines that come out in this way are stiff and curved, and they look like they were drawn by a novice.

Seeing this kind of picture, not only Chen Hui was surprised, but Wu Zhong was even more frightened.

In his moments of sluggishness, his fingers loosened, and the brush slipped quietly, falling to the ground with a "click", tumbling twice, and the sharp pencil lead also broke......

Chen Hui, who was peeking outside, almost exclaimed, and hurriedly covered her small mouth, her eyes wide.

Similarly, Wu Zhong was stunned for a long time, for a long time, he didn't pick up the paintbrush, just stared blankly at the drawing paper, the twisted lines, looking a little lost.

At this moment, Chen Hui realized that Wu Zhong's hand had not fully recovered.

She wanted to go in and comfort him at this time, but she didn't dare, she couldn't take that step.

She didn't know if she would have the courage to speak up when she walked in, and she didn't know what to say to him.

When he taught her to paint before, Wu Zhong had never touched a paintbrush, but now that she is gone, Wu Zhong dares to try. He also has his own self-esteem, and Chen Hui doesn't dare to break it.

In the end, Chen Hui didn't bother Wu Zhong, but left alone and sullenly.

On the way back, she was no longer happy and happy, but only endless sorrow.

Wu Zhong's hand, can it return to its previous state?

She asked herself over and over again in her heart, but the answer was always blank.

……

When she got home, lying on the bed, looking at the snow-white ceiling for a long time, Chen Hui's heart couldn't calm down.

In the end, she called Wang Xiaoyun and told her about it, because Wang Xiaoyun is not in the same school as her, and she will not talk nonsense everywhere.

After Wang Xiaoyun heard what happened, she comforted her with kind words: "Huihui, don't worry, Wu Zhong has just been discharged from the hospital, and it is normal for his right hand to be a little stiff and sluggish after not moving much for a week, it will be fine in a few days, you believe me." ”

"Really, will it be fine in a few days?" asked Chen Hui innocently. It's as if as long as the other person answers yes, things will really go as they wish.

Wang Xiaoyun sighed and said seriously: "Believe me, it will get better, definitely!"