Zhihua's grandmother passed away in November, and when Zhihua got the news, he discussed mathematics with Song Nanqiao in the library.

"Is something going on?"

Song Nanqiao looked at Zhihua, who came back from answering the phone, his face was a little wrong, and he asked softly.

"It's okay, let's continue."

Zhihua shook his head slightly, and then continued to study mathematics with Song Nanqiao.

The two of them discussed for about half an hour, but they were interrupted by Chen Mo.

"Draw."

Chen Mo appeared at the door of the library out of breath, he didn't care about this library at all at this time, and shouted loudly.

Zhihua raised his eyes and saw Chen Mo panting in front of him.

The people who were studying quietly in the library were really shocked by Chen Mozhen's shout, and they raised their heads one by one to glare at Chen Mo dissatisfied.

"I'm sick, this is the library."

"I want to yell and get out."

"What the library needs is silence."

“……”

The frightened people couldn't help but scold Chen Mo a few words.

In the quiet environment, suddenly someone shouted, which was really scary, and many people were frightened.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Chen Mo felt grateful.

He apologized and stared straight at Zhihua.

"Draw, I have something to tell you."

Chen Mo stared at Zhihua with straight eyes, and he calmed his beating heart a little.

I just ran too fast, and my heart hasn't calmed down yet.

"I see."

Zhihua's expression was calm, she just glanced at Chen Mo, and then lowered her head to calculate the math problems on the scratch paper.

Looking at Chen Mo's appearance, she knew what Chen Mo wanted to say.

"You know?"

"No, you don't."

Hearing this, Chen Mo shook his head and said.

Know?

Is it possible?

Knowing how to paint this look, it doesn't look like she knows at all, she is so calm.

"My grandma is gone, I know."

"If you don't have anything else to do, don't bother me with math."

Zhihua said lightly, but the pen in his hand did not stop at all.

Song Nanqiao sat next to Zhihua, he didn't speak, just stared at Zhihua's side face.

“…… Draw, let's go, I'll go home with you. ”

Chen Mo just froze for a while, and then he was about to pull Zhihua's hand.

Zhihua dodged quietly, "I didn't finish the math problem." ”

"Paint, if you are sad, just say it, don't hold it in your heart."

Chen Mo stared at Zhihua and said suddenly.

Zhihua didn't answer, just wrote the math problem vigorously.

"Let's go out first, this is the library, you need to be quiet."

Song Nanqiao glanced at the surrounding classmates, and suddenly said to Chen Mo.

Those who were far away were not affected, but those who were close heard Chen Mo's voice, and some people began to have opinions.

If you want to chat and catch up, you shouldn't come to the library.

Chen Mo took a deep look at Zhihua, then turned around and left the library first, waiting for Zhihua at the door of the library.

"Aren't you going?"

Song Nanqiao asked in a low voice.

Zhihua shook his head.

Song Nanqiao didn't say anything more, and continued to give Zhihua a lecture.

The library and studio are in the same building, the library is on the first floor and the studio is on the second floor.

Lin Miaomiao and a few little sisters of the same major walked out of the elevator while talking, all holding the drawing board in their hands without exception.

The daily life of an art student.

"Miaomy."

Chen Mo saw Lin Miaomiao and called out to her.

"You guys go first."

Lin Miaomiao waved goodbye to her little sister who was walking with her, and then walked towards Chen Mo, "What's wrong?" ”

"The grandmother who painted the painting died."

Chen Mo said in a low voice, he felt quite sad.

"Oh."

Lin Miaomiao just nodded and responded, and then there was no other action.

Looking at Lin Miaomiao's bland reaction, Chen Mo was a little stunned, "That's your reaction?" ”

"Or else? Am I supposed to feel bad? ”

Lin Miaomiao raised her eyebrows.

It's all girls.,It's really easy to empathize.,She knows how Grandma Zhihua used to treat Zhihua.,Anyway, I don't like Grandma Zhihua.。

Later, even if the old man had a little remorse, she felt that there was no need to forgive.

"But she ......"

"Chen Mo, what's the matter with you?"

Before Chen Mo finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Miaomiao.

She looked at Chen Mo and frowned slightly.

Weird.

"It's good to know grandma, and she's a grandmother who paints......"

Chen Mo said.

He hasn't seen this old man many times, and every time he sees this old man, he will be kind to him, although he knows that Zhihua doesn't like this grandmother, but in the end there is a blood relationship.

"No wonder you don't understand her."

Lin Miaomiao suddenly sighed.

Chen Mo may not understand Zhihua in some aspects.

It is like knowing how to draw grandma.

Chen Mo was a little puzzled.

Lin Miaomiao chuckled, and then slowly said what she was thinking, including how Zhihua felt now.

"Actually, you've known each other for a longer time than Painting, and I think you should know her better than I do, at least in the family area."

Lin Miaomiao said softly.

Chen Mo knows that the two paintings are very close to each other, and they often come and go together, so he should know enough about Zhihua.

"I ...... I thought she was going to be upset. ”

Chen Mo lowered his head, and his voice was very soft and soft.

Grandma is gone, it should be sad, he used to be sad.

"She won't."

"It's not that she's cold-blooded, but a person who doesn't care, and can't make her sad."

What if it's a loved one? As long as there is no emotion, it is basically not very sad.

It's like knowing someone you know, you know he's gone, you will feel sorry, there may be a little pity, but you really won't be sad.

Because if you don't care, you won't be sad.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes: "I understand." ”

When Song Nanqiao walked out of the library, Chen Mo had already left.

"Senior Song, do you think I'm cold-blooded?"

Zhihua clutched the strap of her backpack tightly, and she asked slowly.

"No, it won't."

Song Nanqiao basically didn't hesitate, and gave Zhihua this answer.

Zhihua was a little surprised: "Why? ”

"Because either people who shed the same blood are relatives."

Song Nanqiao took out a bottle of yogurt and handed it to Zhihua, he said slowly.

"I've heard your story."

"You're not sad, I think it's normal."

If Zhihua's mood is broken, then this girl is really a bit of a virgin.

Zhihua drank yogurt and didn't speak.

"But you should go back and don't fall into the wrong people's mouth."

Song Nanqiao stretched out his hand, and he pressed Zhihua's shoulder and met her eyes.