When the gentlemen arrived, everyone was a little restrained at first, but after a while, everyone let go.

"What's the flavor in this barbecue? It's not the same as the barbecue I've eaten before. ”

Qin Sangxue ate very happily, and asked casually in his mouth, after he finished eating a roast chicken wing, there were only vegetarian dishes left on the table, and he shouted to the barbecue person: "Boys, grill more meat." ”

Then he reluctantly picked up a skewer of roasted leeks.

After just two chews, he paused, and then quickly ate the rest of the leeks with bright eyes.

This image, compared with the usual dashing, is a little unbearable to look at.

Zhuang Qihua has not changed, slow and methodical, very elegant.

Mei Junshan couldn't look at the opening, "Can you eat slowly and pay attention to your image." ”

Where is the appearance of a gentleman.

"What's wrong with my image," Qin Sangxue's mouth was vague, "Isn't it bold?" Swallowing the leeks in his mouth, he said to Niu Junfeng and the others, "Grill more vegetarian dishes." ”

Mei Junshan glanced at him expressionlessly, and moved his ass to the side, looking like he didn't want to sit with him.

If it weren't for the fact that there was only one table in the courtyard, it is estimated that he would have directly changed to another table.

"Daddy, to~"

Xiao Nannan sat on Zhou Bai's lap, tilted her head, raised her hands, and opened her mouth, almost drooling at Zhou Bai's mouth agitation.

Niu Junfeng took turns to roast for a while, and then joined the food war.

Only Su Ran and Luo Xun were left.

Su Ran put a few skewers of barbecue and a few skewers of vegetarian dishes on the plate, and shouted to Zong Ning, who was grabbing food: "Classmate Zong Zirui, please help me deliver the barbecue to the old man at the gate." ”

The named classmate Zong Ning had a leek in his mouth, he sucked it into his mouth, wiped his mouth indiscriminately, took the barbecue with a smirk, and ran out with a cigarette.

"You're going to get some food first?" Luo Xun sprinkled the seasoning and asked the person opposite.

Su Ran squinted, waved the smoke in front of him with his free hand, and the small brush was dipped in honey and brushed back and forth on the chicken wings.

She took the time to glance at the group of people around the table, and said with a smile: "No, let them eat first, you are busy coming alone." ”

Su Ran wanted to gossip about Lin Shihai and Miss Hanyue, but the words were in his throat, and the person who ate barbecue over there urged.

"Huaxia and that classmate haven't been baked yet!"

Qin Sangxue was still nibbling on a string of chicken feet in her mouth, but her eyes were aimed at Luo Xun's barbecue.

Typical eating in a bowl and looking into a pot.

Mei Junshan: ...... He didn't know him.

Su Ran rolled his eyes, you're here to bake! She spoke, "The herbal tea in the kitchen is ready, which of you goes and takes it out, barbecue the heat, eat too much acne." ”

After a barbecue, Su Ran felt that his whole body was greasy.

I really want to take a shower.

I ate from morning to afternoon, and all the ingredients I bought were baked.

When Luo Xun and his party cleaned up and left, Su Ran didn't gossip about the story of Lin Shihai and Hanyue Girl.

Su Ran was about to lock the courtyard door and prepare to take a bath in the space, when he saw Qin Sangxue go and return.

He smiled and said: "Huaxia, it's been more than ten days, and the painting is not good!" ”

"Tomorrow! I'll give it to you tomorrow. ”

The painting had already been drawn, and Su Ran had already prepared to give it to them in two days.

Qin Sang Xuele, who got the words, walked towards the No. 1 courtyard in a hurry.

……

Following!

Su Ran originally thought that he would give the painting to Qin Sangxue in the morning, but he didn't see anyone until he finished running in the morning, and even Zhuang Qihua didn't come out.

She went back to her room to wash and change her clothes, went out with two paintings, and walked directly to Courtyard No. 1.

In the courtyard, Zhuang Qihua was drinking tea, and he was a little surprised to see Su Ran coming.

"Something?"

Su Ran put the unframed painting on the table and sat down, "Mr. Qin is not here?" ”

Zhuang Qihua poured Su Ran a cup of tea and said lightly: "He went out yesterday afternoon." ”

Su Ran generously took the tea handed over by Mr., Zhuang Qihua's personality looked indifferent, but he was actually a person who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

Taking a sip of the yellow-green tea soup in the teacup, she sighed comfortably, "Good tea." ”

A smile flashed in Zhuang Qihua's eyes, and he picked up the teapot to refill the young man's teacup, and he didn't ask the young man's intention.

Push the pastry in front of you to the front of the boy.

Su Ran was not polite, thanked him, picked up the pastries on the table and ate them.

"Sir likes tea?" She found herself drinking tea every time she saw him at his leisure.

"It's okay, health," he said succinctly, his voice low and mellow and magnetic.

Su Ran nodded and ate one piece after another until the pastries on the plate were finished and he drank a few cups of tea.

Only then did he take out a handkerchief and wipe his mouth, looking like he was full of food and drink.

Zhuang Qihua didn't say a word the whole time, just watched the young man finish his breakfast, he was a little stunned, and he wanted to laugh.

"Sir, the students are full, let's go to class first."

So, boy, are you here to eat and drink?

"Don't have more tea?" He asked, and after asking, he smiled, obviously trying to say that it was good, go ahead, but the words that came to his mouth turned into questions.

"No, no, thank you sir for your morning, I don't have to go to the cafeteria for breakfast."

Su Ran got up with a smile, as if she remembered something, she pointed to the paper rolled up on the side, "This is a painting for the two gentlemen, the student didn't have time to frame it, so he ......"

She smiled, she didn't say the rest of the words, and she believed that the other party also understood.

You can't ask her to frame them! There are no more materials in her space to make painting scrolls.

Zhuang Qihua nodded, indicating that he knew.

After the boy had walked for a while, he took a sip of tea indifferently, put down the teacup, picked up one of the paintings and opened it.

The first thing that catches your eye is a black brocade toe, followed by a white skirt with black stripes......

When, the paper that was one meter two long and twenty-five centimeters wide was completely opened, Zhuang Qihua was stunned.

The man in the painting is dressed in a black and white color matching like an ink painting, the man's posture seems to be dancing, and a few crisp and tender gentleman's leaves are looming on the hem of the skirt.

The face is handsome and warm, and a pair of indifferent eyes are very clear.

Zhuang Qihua's face was moved, it was the first time for him to look at himself so seriously, dancing the sacrificial dance.

Majestic, solemn, gentle as the wind, mysterious......

That's what I look like! It's so good-looking.

Zhuang Qihua smiled at the corner of his mouth, no wonder when he was in class some time ago, the teenager always stared at himself.

Feelings are for painting themselves.

Looking at himself with even the roots of his eyelashes on it, he reached out and touched it, surprised and curious.

I don't know what kind of paint the boy used to paint, but this paint is definitely not the kind of paint used to paint Danqing.

Zhuang Qihua glanced at the unopened painting and carefully rolled up the painting in his hand.