[How about half a month to create a script, half a month to shoot, and then edit, and strive to release it in two months?] I'm not kidding! 】

[I'm looking forward to Fu Jinye's new work, and I want to know what kind of story he will write. 】

[Am I the only one who wonders who that person is? 】

Ye Qi looked at Fu Jinye, his eyes a little more scrutinized.

Xia Yu muttered, "That person should be very important to you." ”

Realizing that she was saying what was in her heart, Xia Yu's eyes flashed, and she then said, "I'll go and see if Xiaobao's painting is finished." ”

Xia Yu left the room as if fleeing.

She came to the courtyard, and the fresh air relieved her boredom a lot.

Call.

Xia Yi breathed a long sigh of relief.

I almost couldn't hold back just now....

A gentle breeze.

Xia Yu suddenly thought of something from a long time ago.

It's also such a summer.

At that time, she and Fu Jinye had just been dating.

Fu Jinye has a cold temperament, even after being with her, the relationship between the two is limited to being a little closer than ordinary classmates.

The young Xia Yi is sharp, coquettish, and bright.

"Fu Jinye, are you wood?" Xia Yan looked at Fu Jinye with a displeased expression, "You have obviously agreed to be my boyfriend, why do I feel that you have not changed me at all?" ”

At that time, Fu Jinye was sitting on a stone bench and doing his homework.

He didn't write his own homework, but the homework he copied for Xia Yu.

Originally, these homework should have been done by Xia Yu.

But Xia Yu didn't want to do it, so he just put it up.

If you don't turn in your homework on time, you will definitely be punished by the teacher.

So Xia Yi sold miserably and asked Fu Jinye to help her.

Xia Yan didn't expect Fu Jinye to really agree.

"Don't make a fuss." Fu Jinye's voice was low, with a demagogic meaning, "Otherwise, the homework will be written by yourself." ”

Xia Yi snorted, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't write, it's a big deal to be punished and don't lose anything." ”

Fu Jinye glanced at Xia Yu inexplicably, unmoved, and his subordinates kept moving.

He didn't copy his homework, but he put down his pen faster than he copied his homework.

Write the answer directly at almost a glance at the question.

"This time is an exception." Fu Jinye's voice sounded again, "I will supervise your homework in the future." ”

"Huh?" Xia Yan had a black line, "I don't want it." ”

"Are you my boyfriend or my teacher?"

"I didn't ask you to be my boyfriend just to let you supervise my homework!"

"Be nice." Fu Jinye's only one sentence made Xia Yan suddenly deflated.

What to do, Fu Jinye spoke so nicely.

People are also handsome.

In the face of such a superlative, Xia Yan really couldn't say anything hard.

"Fu Jinye, will you always love me?" Xia Yan's head rested on his arm, and his eyes looked straight at Fu Jinye.

Fu Jinye's subordinates paused, nodded silently, and said in a serious and firm tone, "Yes." ”

"And what if we separate in the future?" Xia Yi continued to ask, "What if you like other girls?" ”

Fu Jinye continued to write his homework, and said in a light tone, "There will be no such possibility." ”

"What if I don't like you and like someone else?"

When I was younger, there always seemed to be a lot of boring questions that I couldn't ask endlessly.

Always desperately trying to prove something.

But in the end, nothing can be proven.

What happened next?

Xia Yu was in a trance, and her thoughts were pulled back to reality.

Looking at the three little ones who were painting under the tree, the years were quiet.

Like a teenager and a girl on the stone table many years ago.

"Are you done drawing?" Xia Yu approached.

The three of them have different painting styles.

Ye Heng belongs to the imagination, he has drawn a lot of things on his paper, there are robots, cars, monsters....

Burning Bao draws stick figures, with a house, a stream, and a mother and son holding hands.

You don't have to guess to know who the mother and son in his painting are.

Comparatively speaking, the best painter among the three small ones is Zhou Jiajia.

It's just that her paintings are a bit unpredictable.

Xia Yi thought that the little girl would choose bright colors for the colors, but the colors on this painting gave people a very dull feeling.

It gives people a very depressing feeling.

She painted a little girl crying under the stars.

The girl was curled up in the corner, the bright stars were so beautiful, but she didn't look up.

It seems that the starry sky above gives the girl in the painting a strong sense of oppression, so that the girl cannot raise her head.

"Did Jiajia learn to draw?" Xia Yi asked curiously, "This painting is really beautiful." ”

Zhou Jiajia nodded a little embarrassedly, "Well, Jiajia usually goes to art classes." ”

In fact, this painting is not the best one she painted.

However, she was very happy that Aunt Xia Yi would like this painting.

"Auntie, do you like it?" Zhou Jiajia flashed her bright eyes and looked at Xia Yu expectantly.

In an instant, Xia Yu's heart was about to melt.

What a soft and cute daughter!

"I like it!" Xia Yan nodded, "Auntie likes this painting very much. ”

Sure enough, after hearing Xia Yan's affirmative answer, Zhou Jiajia's eyes brightened.

She said a little shyly, "Na Jiajia gave this painting to Auntie." ”

"Really?" Xia Yi smiled gently, "Thank you to our little princess Jiajia." ”

"No way!" Ye Heng suddenly interjected, "Xiao Heng's painting is also for Auntie!" ”

After speaking, he directly stuffed his painting to Xia Yu, with a small face raised, his eyes dodging, and he looked arrogant and begging for praise.

obviously wanted Xia Yi to praise him, but he was just awkward and didn't say anything.

The little frown, full of tsundere.

Xia Yi smiled and praised, "Xiao Heng is also great, the painting is vivid, it's just like the real thing!" ”

Hearing this, a big smile broke out at the corner of Ye Heng's mouth, and he spoke arrogantly, "That's it." ”

[Xia Yu is really suitable for bringing a baby, I feel that Jia Jia likes Xia Yu very much! ] 】

[Xiao Heng also likes Xia Yi very much, but he is more arrogant and refuses to admit it]

[Everyone, look at Ran Bao's expression, that little face is black, it's simple]

[Sure enough, the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same]

[Ranbao, why don't you laugh? Is it because you don't like to laugh by nature? 】

[Ran Bao is really the only senior mom boy I've ever seen, but I don't hate it at all! ] 】

[How can there be such a cute creature as a child in the world, woo woo, it seems to be watching the scene of Xia Yu taking a baby alone]

[Ranbao: Yes, yes, they all look good, but my paintings are not good-looking! 】

[Xia Yi, hurry up and hug Ranbao, praise his paintings, and see the grievances of the child, you are about to cry! ] 】

"Ranran, do you want to give your painting to your mother?" Xia Yan asked softly.

Seeing his mother talking to him, Xia Ran's face turned cloudy, and he nodded solemnly, "Hmm! This is my mother's favorite house, and I will work hard to make money in the future and let my mother live in it! ”