Seeing that Ye Qingyu wanted to sit up, Lu Ge hurriedly ran up to help his delicate sister.

The limbs of the two wanted to touch through the clothes, and each felt the warmth of the other's body.

Ye Qingyu looked a little surprised, and her delicate body stiffened.

Among them, the surprise is the dexterous reaction of Lu Ge today, and the stiffness is the discomfort of the contact between men and women.

After all, girls who are already adolescents are also a little concerned about the difference between men and women.

Lu Ge is usually like a wooden man, slow to reflect to the outside world, and even a little stupid in the eyes of outsiders.

"Maybe it was what my mother said that day, which really made Lu Ge change a little."

Ye Qingyu guessed this in her heart, but her face did not come out.

The look of surprise on the delicate and beautiful melon seed's face only flashed for a moment, and then it returned to normal.

On Lu Ge's side, he didn't have much idea on his psychological side.

After all, in the previous life, I was an adult living in a modern urban environment, and the psychology of men and women was not heavy.

And the most important thing is that Ye Qingyu is only 13 years old, although she is mentally mature, but now Lu Ge looks like a little girl.

"I'm going to go back and cook my own food." After Lu Ge helped Ye Qingyu up, he didn't sit still, but stood by the bed and explained.

I was single in my previous life, and my cooking skills are still good.

"Do you know how to cook? Don't poison yourself with some dark cooking.

If your daughter is seriously ill in bed and her son has food poisoning, my mother doesn't know how uncomfortable it will be.

Please be more sensible and cause less trouble to your mother.

That's it for dinner today, and I can't eat that much anyway. Ye Qingyu's tone was disdainful, with a cold face, and a serious appearance of a little adult began to teach this Lu Ge, who was originally hopelessly wasted.

The delicate face as if he had peeled an eggshell tried to squeeze out some disgust, his long black thick hair was scattered on his small shoulders, and his eyes were shifted, and he didn't dare to look at Lu Ge at all.

Taught by a child, Lu Ge's expression was originally a little sneering, and he wanted to explain that although his cooking skills were not as good as those professional chefs, he could entertain people when guests came to the door.

But in an instant, it occurred to him that this was not in line with his current identity.

What's more, seeing Ye Qingyu's inconsistent expression, Lu Ge's heart also softened.

"Well, let's have dinner today." Lu Ge agreed, and began to take out the food and set it out.

"Hmph~~ Even if you still know how to be sensible."

".........." Seeing Ye Qingyu's appearance of a big sister, she was taught a lesson like a little child, Lu Ge shook his head helplessly, and his psychology was quite speechless.

Change is gradually accumulated little by little, and you will know whether you are a young lady or a sister who can only be spoiled.

After all, they have been living together for more than ten years, and although they are not related by blood, they are almost the same as their relatives.

The two ate together, and Lu Ge didn't express much of his differences.

Just finished eating quietly, Lu Ge put away the dishes.

After that, he went home with the rest of the meal.

He still has to devote a lot of time to painting, and he really doesn't have the spare time to enjoy the warm family affection.

Besides, the current Ye Qingyu thinks that she is absolutely hopeless, and she doesn't want Lu Ge to worry, so her attitude towards Lu Ge is also quite poor.

He's not shaking, he doesn't want to swim against the current.

Go back in the evening and continue drawing.

It wasn't until my eyes couldn't stand the light stimulation of the computer that I fell asleep next to the computer desk under heavy drowsiness.

It's just autumn, and the weather isn't too cold.

Otherwise, Lu Ge's fragile body is probably prone to catching a cold.

When he got up in the morning and noticed that his throat was a little dry and inflamed, Lu Ge was also alert.

I secretly told myself in my heart that the next time I go to bed, I must definitely go to bed and change the quilt, otherwise it will be really bad if I catch a cold.

The next day at school, Lu Ge had a dark circle under his eyes, yawned, carried a satchel, and arrived at school in a daze.

The satchel contained some painting tools and sketches, and he was ready to continue working hard when he arrived at school.

Anyway, as a student sitting in the last corner, he has already been the object of the teachers' abandonment.

As long as he doesn't make a noise in the back and interfere with the teachers teaching on the podium, then he is semi-free.

In addition, he has a withdrawn personality and has almost no friends and people to communicate with, so even if he paints at school, there will not be too many mundane things to disturb him to draw.

When he arrives at school, he can't use the computer to color, so he draws all the line drawings first.

In this way, Lu Ge's life almost entered the rhythm of painting day and night, and occasionally napping and resting.

Such a compact and breathless life lasted for a little more than a week, and he was able to draw the first short story "Cherry Blossom Copy" at a speed of five centimeters per second.

Each short story is three words, and the three short stories together are nine words.

"The first short story took a week to draw, and if I drew three stories, wouldn't it take me nearly a month, so it wouldn't go on."

Lu Ge made a slight mental estimation, feeling that this was too time-consuming.

On his way to school today, he went to a nearby printing shop to print out the content of the first short story and three words, and saw a good finished product in his hand.

Lu Ge felt both joy at the completion of a part of the work and anxiety about the urgency of time.

"It seems that the paintings behind me can no longer be so elaborately crafted.

It should be omitted and the manuscript should be submitted first. Let people see the prospect of the comics, and then slowly change the content of the back, just the excellent Cheng dù of the first three words, which is enough for me to pry open the doors of the major comic clubs. ”

Lu Ge thought about it for a while, and then devoted himself to the creation of the second short story "Spaceman".

Time passed slowly, and it had been a long time since school was out in the afternoon.

The golden autumn sun turned the white clouds of the sky crimson to the crimson of rotten apples, and a few rays of sunlight shone through the clean, bright windows on Lu Ge's side face.

At this moment, Lu Ge was already asleep with his hands on the desk.

When you are tired, you go to bed, and when you have enough rest, you continue to paint.

This is almost the rhythm of Lu Ge's life since his rebirth.

The people in the classroom have almost gone, either going home to eat or resting and playing in the vast playground.

No one cared about Lu Ge, a person who had almost no sense of zài, and naturally no one came to remind Lu Ge, who was sleeping, that he was out of school.

An Xiaoshi came in from outside the classroom door and walked in the direction of Lu Ge.

As the class leader, she just received a task from the teacher, saying that the blackboard newspaper in the back was going to be redrawn.

Although Lu Ge does not have a strong sense of existence in the class, An Xiaoshi is the class leader after all, Lu Ge likes to draw, and her paintings are quite good at the level of junior high school students.

As a result, she also walked towards Lu Ge, ready to ask Lu Ge if he was willing to run a blackboard newspaper.

It's just that halfway through, An Xiaoshi stopped again, and hesitated psychologically: "Lu Ge has such a withdrawn personality, he shouldn't agree."

I still don't want to go to him, it's always a lifeless look, and talking to him will make people feel uncomfortable. ”

An Xiaoshi glanced at Lu Ge, who was asleep, and made a mental decision, ready to turn around and leave.

However, it was at this very moment.

Lu Ge, who was asleep, unconsciously moved his hand and knocked out a few sketches of "Sakura Copy" that had been printed out next to him.

The delicate and beautiful painting style fluttered in the wind and fell to the ground staggeringly.

An Xiaoshi only glanced at it from a distance, and was immediately attracted to it.

"Lu Ge's painting is so beautiful?"

In the past few days, Lu Ge has been sitting in the back and drawing, and his classmates have paid attention to his frequent behavior.

In An Xiaoshi's little memory of Lu Ge's painting skills, Lu Ge's paintings did not leave much impression on her.

With curiosity, An Xiaoshi involuntarily walked towards the sleeping Lu Ge.

"My classmate's things fell on the ground, and I picked them up for him." An Xiaoshi found such an excuse for herself in her heart.

An Xiaoshi approached Lu Ge's desk and picked up the finished sketch that Lu Ge had dropped on the ground.

Pink cherry blossoms are falling and spreading all over the air, and the golden sun is shining on the slope of the ancient road, a bicycle, a fork in the road, and two delicate little people.

"Now, Kiki, the cherry blossom petals are falling at a rate of five centimeters per second......"

The freshness like the blue sky after the rain, which seems to be traceless, moistened into An Xiaoshi's heart.