"Paint, are you back?"

Downstairs in the community, Chen Mo was walking with a dog, and when he saw Zhihua, he said hello.

"That's right."

"Chen Mo, when did you buy a dog? It's so cute."

Chen Mo was holding a black and white dog in his hand, a small one, which looked particularly cute.

The eyes were dark and wet.

Zhihua squatted down to smooth the puppy's hair, her movements were exceptionally light, and her eyes were smiling.

"I picked it up a few days ago, I don't know what breed, I raised it when I looked cute."

Chen Mo said slowly.

He was standing, Zhihua was squatting, the sun was lazily sprinkled on the two of them, Chen Mo looked down at Zhihua, his eyes were full of deep meaning.

That's love that can't be hidden.

"It's cute and well-behaved."

Zhihua looked up at Chen Mo, and she said slowly.

The puppy was particularly docile, she gently followed its back, and it hummed a few times, looking happy.

The moment Zhihua raised his head, Chen Mo had already withdrawn his gaze, and his expression was as usual.

"Indeed, it's called Panpan."

Chen Mo glanced down at the puppy, and then his gaze fell on Zhihua's body.

"Pretty nice name."

Zhihua stood up, and she said slowly.

"Well, I'm going to walk the dog."

"I saw my aunt yesterday, and she was still talking about you not going home directly on vacation."

Chen Mo said slowly, his tone becoming extremely distant.

Zhihua wants to keep a distance from him, so he will take the initiative to distance himself from Zhihua.

It's good to know how to paint and be happy.

He has to learn to slowly withdraw from the life of Zhihua, and slowly stay away from the girls he has liked for many years.

"Okay, I'll go back first."

"Goodbye."

Zhihua waved goodbye to Chen Mo, and then pulled the suitcase and walked in the direction of his house.

Chen Mo looked at Zhihua's back, he lowered his eyes slightly, and the look in his eyes was unusually injured.

He reached out and grabbed at the air, then his weakness fell.

"I can't catch it anymore."

For a long time, he slowly spit out such a sentence, slightly self-deprecating.

Yes, he can't catch it anymore, and his paintings have drifted away from him.

"Panpan, do you think I really have no hope at all?"

"But my heart is small, and I can't seem to live with anyone but her."

"Panpan, what do you think I should do?"

Chen Mo squatted down slowly, he reached out and touched the hair on Panpan's body, and rubbed its head.

His voice was so deep that it sounded very sad.

Panpan, panpan.

He just wanted to hope for it.

There is still hope in life, but I don't know if there is hope for the things hidden in his heart.

I don't think so.

"Woohoo."

Panpan screamed a few times, as if she understood Chen Mo's words, and then whimpered a few more times.

It sounds pitiful.

"You think I'm pathetic, don't you?"

Chen Mo felt a little funny, and then stood up slowly, led Panpan to the trail, and walked slowly.

"Song Nanqiao."

Walking out of the door of the community, Chen Mo saw Song Nanqiao leaning against the car door and smoking, and he was slightly surprised.

I didn't expect Song Nanqiao to leave yet.

"Hmm."

Song Nanqiao held a cigarette in his hand, he slowly raised his eyes to look at Chen Mo, his expression was faint, and there was no extra emotion.

"You smoke?"

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows, he stared at the cigarette in Song Nanqiao's hand.

He inquired about Song Nanqiao, and learned about Song Nanqiao in all aspects, maybe he knew more about Song Nanqiao than he knew about painting.

However, it seems that Song Nanqiao, who others understand, will always be the handsome son, the jade tree is in the wind, and there seems to be no smoking.

"Yes."

Song Nanqiao looked down at the half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, and there were sparks on the cigarette butt.

Song Nanqiao did not deny it, but directly admitted it.

"I don't like the smell of smoke when I paint."

Chen Mo walked in the direction of Song Nanqiao, and he frowned slightly.

Zhihua is particularly sensitive to the smell of smoke, she can smell the slightest smell of smoke, if it is a little stronger, she will feel uncomfortable smelling.

"yes, I know."

"So I've never smoked in front of her."

Song Nanqiao extinguished the cigarette, he threw the cigarette into the trash can, and said slowly, his voice was already warm.

Yes, to be precise, Zhihua didn't know that he could smoke at all.

In other words, many people don't know that he Song Nanqiao can smoke.

He didn't actually spend a lot of time in school, and many people's impressions of him were just those that he wanted others to see.

"She shouldn't know you smoke."

Chen Mo stared at Song Nanqiao, and then said firmly.

Yes, because he has known Zhihua for a long time, he will really know.

If Zhihua knew that Song Nanqiao smoked at the beginning, Zhihua's first impression of Nanqiao would be bad, and the first impression would be bad, and she would not take the initiative to pursue Song Nanqiao.

"Well, she doesn't know."

Song Nanqiao admitted it.

Yes, I don't know if I know the painting.

There are many things that you don't know.

It's not a deliberate concealment, but the painting has not yet penetrated into his life.

"If Draw knew, she'd be angry."

Chen Mo is not a fool, he can see that Song Nanqiao may not know the same thing.

"Then I'll try not to let her know."

"I'll take my time to make the Song Nanqiao she knows."

Song Nanqiao stuffed a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, he chewed it lightly twice, and then spoke.

Maybe Zhihua won't like him like that, so he will live like Zhihua likes.

In the past, he was also quite bad.

It's glamorous on the outside, but that's just the appearance.

His badness is hidden.

Yes, people like to put their best foot forward, and he's no exception.

Chen Mo: "You're deceiving her."

"Are you going to tell her?"

Song Nanqiao asked rhetorically.

Chen Mo was speechless for a moment, his eyes were always staring at Song Nanqiao.

For a long time, he clenched his fists tightly, then slowly loosened them again, and finally hung his head.

It seems like......

Not really.

"I really like her, and I won't do anything to hurt her."

"I'll always be nice to her, that's for sure."

Song Nanqiao seemed to be assured, and his voice was particularly warm.

I like to know how to paint, and I want to be good to know how to paint, this is true.

Chen Mo didn't speak.

"Gone."

Song Nanqiao directly opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and then galloped away.

Chen Mo stood in place, he looked down at Pan Pan, and finally sighed silently.

He said it, will Zhihua believe it?

Or, even if Zhihua believes it, will she definitely choose to leave?

Not sure, of course.