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When it comes to the daily consumables commonly used on art birthdays, that's a lot.

However, in Ronghuazhi, as long as a sum of money is paid every month, these daily expenses are used as public resources in the studio to be taken and demanded.

Poor Mo Yan is so poor that every month the silver is handed over like meat. As a poor student who is a money-consuming professional, he is beautiful, has a good painting, has a poor family, and is an orphan.

Mo Yan came to the studio, and the bouquet in the headwind with the high light was still waiting quietly in the corner of the studio. I haven't been to the studio for nearly 1 month, and the studio seems to be the same as yesterday, messy with a different kind of beauty.

"Mo Yan didn't pay this month."

"I heard that she gave up her art major."

"It's a pity that she counts as a potential stock in my eyes."

Art students are somewhat uninhibited, and unlike those who talk about people behind their backs, they still talk about it in person.

Mo Yan held her chin high, maintaining her usual defensive posture, and walked to the easel in the corner with a smile and a word. If you really want to take some personal belongings with you, it's only this small painting.

At the end of an era, it is necessary to take home and let Mo Jielian save it for her.

Mo Yan rolled up the painting, and looked around the studio she had been mixing for more than 4 years for the last time - in the second semester of the second year of junior high school, as an excellent art student, she was already using the studio in the high school - and turned around and walked out of the studio. Those uninhibited art students, holding a paintbrush in their mouths, holding a palette in their hands, holding a paintbrush, only nodded to Mo Yan, which was considered goodbye.

"Mo Yan!"

Mo Yan came out of the studio and ran into Candy.

"Did you really give up the art entrance examination?" Candy was amazed. In this studio, the closest person to ordinary people is Candy.

Mo Yan smiled helplessly. On the day of the provincial art joint examination, she rolled on the bed with her head stuffy, and her stomach seemed to hurt all day.

"Did you pass the test in your culture class?"

Mo Yan was suddenly messy in the wind. Candy, who is good at grasping characteristics in sketches, is also very sharp in dialogue.

Saying goodbye to Candy with a smiling face, Mo Yan returned to the classroom and couldn't help but glance at Wang Chengyou in the corner. Compared with before, this glance is much more complicated, at least there is a deep sustenance.

……

This Tianwen Hao had a working lunch at Zi Mei Xuan, and the boss Shi Yun went over to join in.

"I saw your future mother-in-law the day before yesterday. I went on a date in my store, and the date party happened to be a senior member of my store. Shi Yun looked ill-willed. At the moment when the writer lowered his head to drink the soup, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue, and ignited the fire for the unbearable fanning in his heart.

The writer's face was calm, and he didn't see the slightest wave.

Once, Shi Yun persuaded Wan Ting and told Wan Ting that if she let it go, the writer would inevitably lose interest in Mo Yan within 2 months. Unexpectedly, it became a prophecy.

Not to mention 2 months, almost every other day, the writer never mentioned the high school student.

Wan Ting rejoiced.

However, Shiyun felt that this enthusiasm disappeared too abruptly, revealing weirdness. For the sake of Wan Ting, he knocked on the side from time to time to mention one or two, eight times out of ten, and the writer did not answer, but this did not affect Shi Yun's enthusiasm for mentioning points.

After drinking the soup, Wenhao smiled at Shiyun: "This soup is thin." You don't have to worry anymore, I'm afraid that you won't be able to keep even the little bit of family business that your mother grabbed for you. ”

Shi Yun spread his hands on the back of the chair: "Then I'll close the door and go to your studio to eat." ”

"Dead this heart. My studio doesn't keep idlers. ”

"Do you want to be so cruel?"

"As your old buddy for more than twenty years, let me show you the way."

"Listen up."

"Chasing Huanting."

"What?"

"If you can't make a mountain of gold, it's not bad to marry a beautiful cash cow."

Shi Yun coughed wildly, and in the coughing sound of the earth shaking, he secretly looked at the expression of the writer.

"You're not kidding?" The cough ended, and he asked Wenhao seriously.

The writer nodded solemnly.

Shiyun groaned. The eyelashes covering his eyes curled slightly, revealing his uncalm heart.

"However, it is you who Wan Ting likes."

The writer shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking, just elegantly touched his lips with a napkin.

Seeing that Wenhao got up to leave, Shiyun finally stopped being reserved: "One day, will you regret today's decision?" ”

The writer glanced at Shiyun strangely, threw the napkin on the head of the small hair, and said with a smile: "Do you think I am as useless as you?" ”

Shiyun grabbed the flying napkin in his hand and smiled.

Wenhao had lunch and left the restaurant. Shi Yun stood at the window on the second floor, watching his back disappear into the alley.

The truth is the unspeakable situation. He guessed that maybe Tang Wenhao refused to let go of Huanting because he had long been aware of his feelings for Huanting.

But will he be able to accept his brother's concession without burden?

The landscape design studio of the writer is across the road from Zi Mei Xuan. One is deep in an alley, and the other is in a high-rise 5A office building.

Back in the office, the writer wrote a number "23" on the calendar.

This is the 23rd day of his active isolation of Mo Yan.

……

Although he knew that his father knew that he went to Mo Yan's house after school, he always remembered Brother Zhang's sentence "Little poor little pity may face what kind of torture to extract a confession at night", his mother Mi Zhi sent a message in the middle of the afternoon, asking if he would return home on time after school, Wang Chengyou still replied categorically: "Come back an hour and a half late." ”

After the first class in the afternoon, Xu Qinglai from the next class carried a huge gift box to find Mo Yan. Wang Chengyou sat crookedly in his seat and glanced at it a few times. didn't dare to look at it more, because he was afraid that Mo Yan would suspect him.

The boys were still talking about the 100,000 yuan that Wang gave up, and they quickly united the front, thinking that the purple-haired boy who was beaten didn't care if he won or lost anyway, and he should really send the account to him and accept the 100,000 yuan. If the king doesn't want it, it's okay to share it with everyone.

The king lowered his eyes and flipped through the biology book as if nothing had happened.

He didn't want such a trivial amount of money to leave Mo Yan with any trouble. He saw that the young man's hand was stuck on Mo Yan's neck, and he was angry in his heart, but he didn't turn his anger into a red face, wasn't it because he could see that the young man had a great future?

How could he cause any trouble for Mo Yan for the sake of his emotions?

No one understands his heart that twists and turns as soon as it involves Mo Yan.

It didn't take long for Mo Yan to return to the classroom with a huge gift box.

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