The next day, it happened to be the weekend, and Zhihua went home early in the morning, along with Chen Mo Lin Miaomiao, and Chen Mo drove.

"Hmm, I'm so sleepy."

The two girls sat in the back seat, Lin Miaomiao adjusted the seat slightly, and then lay down to sleep, yawning a few times in a row.

"Did you stay up late last night?"

Zhihua looked at Lin Miaomiao, reached out and pinched her face.

"Hmm, I stayed up all night to paint."

"It's really hard for art students, I stayed up late to catch up on painting during the third year of high school training, and now I still need to stay up late to catch up on painting in college."

Lin Miaomiao yawned, her face was helpless, and she felt extremely aggrieved in her heart.

"Sleep, sleep."

Zhihua chuckled and urged.

Chen Mo drove, and he looked at the two girls in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Oh no, to be precise, Kanchi paintings.

"Drawing, I'm going to buy a car, what do you think is better to buy?"

After a long time, Chen Mo broke the silence in the car, and he asked slowly.

"Ah, I don't have any research on this kind of thing, if you like it."

"I can't even tell the type of car."

Zhihua shook her head, and she bit her lip gently.

What Wuling Baojun or Maybach Maserati or something, unless it is clearly written on it, otherwise let her look at the car logo, she can't tell it at all.

There is no interest in this kind of stuff, and there is no research.

"That's right, I'll ask her when Miaomiao wakes up."

Chen Mo suddenly got up.

Zhihua: "How are you starting a business?" ”

"It's just started, and I don't know if it's going to work."

Chen Mo was silent for a while, it was really difficult to start a business.

He didn't plan to start a business in the first place, but I don't know why this idea is so urgent now.

Maybe it's because Song Nanqiao can.

Maybe it's because Zhihua likes Song Nanqiao.

Then he wanted to compete.

"Sure, you've been so good since you were a kid."

Zhihua gave Chen Mo a cheering gesture, with a smile in her eyebrows.

Chen Mo has been someone else's child since he was a child.

Zhihua also fell asleep grogily.

Chen Mo sighed slightly, "Painting, what should I do?" ”

I like you, what should I do?

——

When Zhihua woke up, she was almost at the door of the community, she gently rubbed her eyes, and then went to push Lin Miaomiao.

"It's here, so fast."

Lin Miaomiao yawned and rubbed her eyes.

Well, she got there after a good night's sleep, and it seemed to be quite fast.

"Of course I feel happy when I fall asleep."

Zhihua unceremoniously knocked Lin Miaomiao's forehead.

"Hey, then go back to your own house and find your own mother."

"What time are you going to school tomorrow?"

After getting out of the car, Lin Miaomiao yawned, and then asked.

Chen Mo: "Three o'clock in the afternoon." ”

Lin Miaomiao: "Okay." ”

Chen Mozhi painted the two upstairs together, and the two lived next door.

"Painting, have you made any progress with Senior Song?"

Inside the elevator, Chen Mo looked at the numbers rising layer by layer, and he finally couldn't help but ask.

"Well, probably."

"Don't worry, my sisters will definitely invite you to dinner."

Zhihua patted Chen Mo's shoulder proudly, looking righteous and awe-inspiring.

“…… Good. ”

Chen Mo nodded.

Forget it, it's good to know how to like paintings, why bother so much, right?

When the "ding" elevator arrived, Zhihua and Chen Mo waved goodbye, and then ran to their house in a hurry.

"Mom, I miss you so much."

"Come and kiss one, Trojan~"

As soon as Zhihua entered the door, he ran towards his mother, who was busy in the kitchen, and the whole person revealed that he was active.

"Go, go, go."

Zhimu pushed the Zhihua outward, with a look of disgust.

"You said you miss me, why haven't you come back since school started, are you hypocritical."

Zhimu curled her fingers and knocked on the door of Zhihua's head.

"Oh no, isn't that far away?"

Zhihua muttered.

Zhimu quickly brought the prepared meal to the table, and Zhihua looked at the steaming meal on the table, and she was extremely relieved.

"Mom, what's the matter with calling me back?"

Zhihua asked while eating.

"Didn't I miss you?"

The mother stared at her daughter with a happy face.

"Your grandmother is hospitalized, go see her."

Zhihua naturally didn't believe the words of Zhimu, Zhimu put down her chopsticks, and then said heavily.

Zhihua paused for a moment as she chewed the food, but after a while, she continued to chew again, "Don't go." ”

She had a hard attitude and continued to eat, and there was no other emotion in her eyes.

"Obedient, go see her, huh?"

Zhimu reached out and gently rubbed Zhihua's head, and she said softly.

Zhihua didn't raise his head: "Don't go." ”

"She's old, you're not young, we are so kind in painting, we must not count so much, right?"

The mother's voice coaxed the painting with a gentle expression.

"No, no."

Zhihua put down the dishes and chopsticks and went straight back to his room.

She threw herself on the large bed and closed her eyes.

It's okay to call her ruthless, to say that she's okay with everything, but she really doesn't want to go.

Her grandmother has always been very patriarchal, her father has two brothers, her grandmother has always preferred her uncle, and because she is a daughter, she also has a special preference for the son of her uncle's family, her cousin.

If you like it, you can like it, there is nothing in the first place, but some of her grandmother's actions have left a shadow on her.

In her heart, she no longer has a grandmother.

Her grandmother always kept the good food for her cousin, and the fruit was left until it rotted and was reluctant to give it to her.

When she was six years old, her grandmother wanted to lose her, but fortunately she was smart enough to get it back by herself, and she clearly remembered everything that happened that day.

She hated, she resisted her grandmother.

She shuddered at the thought of it, but it was much better now.

"Draw a picture and eat some fruit."

Zhimu walked in with a plate of cut fruit, put it on the table, looked back at Zhihua lying on the bed, and sighed slightly.

"Drawing, she's running out of time, let's go see her."

"I hate her too, and I know how you feel, but she's been talking about you lately, go talk to her."

Zhimu sighed heavily, and she shook her head slightly.

She knows everything, but no, the old man is dying, so it's better to go and see it.

Since Zhihua was six years old, she has never been to her grandmother's house for the New Year, and she has taken a detour to see her grandmother.

This kid ......

Harm.

Zhihua was silent and did not speak, she buried herself in the quilt.

Relieved?

She can't seem to do it.

She didn't know what to do, so she was annoyed.

Zhimu walked out, leaving Zhihua alone in the room.

She suddenly missed Song Nanqiao a little and wanted to see Song Nanqiao.