The eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and the white expanse from the front stabbed Zhou Junlan's eyes like a sharp sword, and she realized that she had woken up.

The touch under her body is very familiar, and the bed at home is indeed soft and comfortable enough, but sometimes she can't support her waist, so occasionally she chooses to sleep on the carpet for the night.

Holding her head to sit up, she knew that her hair was messy now, without looking in the mirror.

Zhou Junlan crossed her legs and found that she had changed into pajamas, recalling her experience last night. She roughly guessed that after she cried tired and fell asleep, it must have been Sister-in-law Li (maid) who carried her upstairs and changed her clothes by the way. It had happened before, she watched TV on the couch in the living room downstairs, watched it fall asleep, and woke up the next day still in bed, changing her clothes.

She's also a tourist in the city, right? Hong Feng's words, in retrospect, seem to have a sense of mockery.

Once this painful memory came back, Zhou Junlan couldn't help but feel painful, she complained a little about today's sun, why did she wake herself up.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

"Miss, are you awake?" It was the voice of the housekeeper Uncle Sun.

"Well, wake up."

The door was opened, and the housekeeper walked in with a plate, and it was Sister-in-law Li who opened the door for him.

"This morning I made glutinous rice chicken with less sugar, and coffee." The butler expertly placed the plate on the table across the bed and turned around, "Are you better?" ”

"Well, last night...... Am I out of shape, huh? Zhou Junlan said with a smile.

"Nope." The butler shook his head slightly, his back was straight from beginning to end, "It's been a long time since I've seen you cry, Miss, which makes me miss it very much." ”

"What's there to miss about this......" Zhou Junlan ran through the messy hair with her hands, but some of the hair was tangled together, and she had to untie it with her hands.

Seeing this, the butler walked to the mahogany bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out the comb.

Zhou Junlan sat on the edge of the bed obediently and turned her back.

The housekeeper began to comb her hair.

"Uncle Sun." Zhou Junlan's voice was weak, "Am I not good enough?" Very capricious? ”

"If you are still a bad boy, Miss, then my grandson Uncle may not have seen a good person in his life." The housekeeper said in the back, gently combing Zhou Junlan's hair.

"Then I, did I do something wrong? So that it is not liked? ”

"Someone wouldn't like Miss?" The butler paused, his questioning face peeking out from the side, Nunu said, "That'...... That man must have been very sick. ”

Zhou Junlan burst out laughing, and the housekeeper behind her also laughed.

"Miss, I'm old....... the butler's vicissitudes of life came from behind him, "I watched Miss you grow up, from babbling to now being alone, I see it in my eyes, I have a daughter who is one year younger than you, but I have long regarded Miss you as my daughter." ”

"I know, Uncle Sun." Zhou Junlan patted the back of his hand, thinking that he was trying to comfort himself.

"Hmm...... So, even if I was kicked out of the house by my lord and lost my job, I don't want you to continue to be sad like this......"

Zhou Junlan heard the clue, there was no touch of combing her hair behind her, she turned her head and saw Uncle Sun with red eyes, he was grinning and sobbing slightly.

"Uncle Sun?"

"Little ...... Miss. ”

"Uncle Sun, what's wrong with you?"

"Miss, listen to me." Uncle Sun held Zhou Junlan's hand, and the folds on his face that were cracked due to old age gathered together, "Those letters from your mother have a story, and the master is not allowed to say it...... But I've been holding it back for ten years! I can't see you any more uncomfortable! His trembling hand patted his chest, and the expression on Zhou Junlan's face gradually turned to shock.

Uncle Sun wiped his tears: "Miss, I'll tell you the truth, and after that, I'll resign." ”

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Ordinary oil painters occasionally copy the simplest watercolors, but find it troublesome to dip in water, and the attention points of the two are very different.

In the dimly lit underground studio, Aunt Zhao looked at the watercolor painting in front of her for a long time from different angles, and finally gave herself a death sentence: this painting is useless. With a ruddy face, she smiled bitterly, picked up the red wine on the ground, and after taking a sip, the rest was splashed on the painting.

Seeing the red flowing slowly on the paper, she felt that it had leveled out something different.

"Aunt Zhao, you usually paint like this?"

The voice from behind her hit her a stir, and the cup in her hand was almost unstable, she turned around and saw Zhou Junlan sitting on the stairs with her cheeks up.

"Ah, Lan Lan, why are you here?"

This is not a kind word, Zhou Junlan has never taken the initiative to come to her studio, although she once said that she is welcome to visit at any time, but in the impression, the two have never appeared in the underground studio at the same time.

"I'll take a look, can I?"

"Of course!" Aunt Zhao put down her wine glass, realized that her face was flushed, touched her cheek, and smiled embarrassedly. "Come in, come in." She began to tidy up her studio.

Anyone who has been to a painter's studio knows that it can never be clean, and the floor is always colorful and dyed with various colors that cannot be cleaned. Buckets, drying paper, brushes, all kinds of things are mixed together to produce a pungent smell, so the painter's nose has long since failed.

After cleaning up for a long time, Aunt Zhao took out a small bench under the toolbox where a bunch of paintbrushes were placed, and then handed it to Zhou Junlan.

Zhou Junlan took it, looked around suspiciously, and said, "That...... Aunt Zhao, where are you sitting? ”

"It's okay, it's okay." Aunt Zhao said as she took off the slippers on her feet, her white and bony feet were smeared with red nail polish, she took out a piece of unused oil painting paper, spread it on the ground, and sat on the ground. After all, she is still a woman in her early thirties, and in comparison, she is a lot more lively and has no shelves.

Zhou Junlan thought about it, put down the bench, took off her shoes, and sat opposite Aunt Zhao.

"Hey! Lan Lan, what are you doing! Aunt Zhao stretched out her hand, "It's cool underground!" Get up! ”

"Aunt Zhao, if you can sit, I can too."

"I'm used to it, you can't."

Zhou Junlan picked up the wine glass from the left, which made Aunt Zhao's eyebrows even higher.

"Lan Lan!"

"Aunt Zhao, I'll just drink a little, it's fine."

"No!" Aunt Zhao wanted to snatch Zhou Junlan's wine glass, "You're not an adult yet!" ”

"Aunt Zhao......" Zhou Junlan pursed her lips and wrote her displeasure on her face, "I'm already 18 years old, you don't even remember how old I am?" ”

After being stunned for a long time, Aunt Zhao retracted her hand in embarrassment. "That'...... Just a little bit! ”

"Hmm."

In the persuasion of Aunt Zhao's "enough is enough", Zhou Junlan still poured a quarter of the red wine, she pretended to shake the wine glass, and the wine stains crawled on the cup for a long time, which was of the highest quality. However, when Zhou Junlan raised her head and took a few sips, she immediately frowned.

"Ahh It's spicy! She stuck out her tongue.

"yes." Aunt Zhao had an expression of "I told you a long time ago", and nodded Zhou Junlan's forehead with a smile, but she had no intention of taking back her wine glass.

"Aunt Zhao, do you like to drink very much?"

"It's fine, but when I'm drawing, I do like to drink a little bit, and I don't know why, but it always inspires me."

"Think about Aunt Zhao, you are really amazing, you opened an art exhibition at a young age."

"How can there be ......" Aunt Zhao smiled and waved her hand, but the thin eyebrows she raised meant that she didn't hate such compliments, "If I don't have your father's connections, I shouldn't be nothing." ”

"Not really." Zhou Junlan put her hands on her knees, and her eyes stared straight at Aunt Zhao's face: "Aunt Zhao, your painting skills are really good." ”

"No, no."

"But......." Zhou Junlan's next sentence made Aunt Zhao's face pale, "It's not as good as my mother's drawing." ”