Seeing Xindie fly away, Chi Yang lay back on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

What appeared in front of me for a moment was the side face of Suo Xing who didn't look back at the moment when he left in the car.

The next day, the school officially started.

After the Chinese class, the noisy chattering resumed in the classroom, and Zhang Qingya came back with a shy and excited face after wiping the blackboard:

"Chi Yang, guess what the next class is!"

Chi Yang looked at Zhang Qingya's picture book that she couldn't wait to put on the table after Chinese class, and suddenly felt cute, and curled her lips and smiled:

"Art class."

Zhang Qingya didn't notice where her gaze fell, and when she heard this, she looked shocked and worshipped:

"Wow. How do you know? ”

Chi Yang was in a very good mood, learning from Zhang Qingya's wide round eyes, and said delicately:

"Wow, I don't know who it is, the colored pens are ready."

Hearing this, Zhang Qingya looked down, reacted, and pursed her lips shyly and smiled:

"It's so handsome~"

Sure enough, Yan Gou was raised from a young age.

The two chatted for a while, and after a ten-minute break, the class bell rang on time.

Before Ye Qiongren walked to the corridor, the students in the class were already looking forward to it, and the usual ones also cast their expectant glances at the door.

"Hello Mr. Ye—"

Ye Qiong held a picture album in his arms, wearing a light blue shirt and black trousers, walked slowly and elegantly to the podium, his short silver hair seemed to hide a few rays of light, and every subtle expression seemed to have a breathtaking power.

Handsome and unparalleled, elegant and evil are perfectly integrated.

Before he could say anything, a neat voice came from the audience, which was full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm.

Ye Qiong raised his eyebrows, as if he thought it was very interesting, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a seductive smile, and his voice was like a clear spring, low and magnetic:

"Hello classmates."

In just four words, the whole class was excited again.

In the bustle of the room, Ye Qiong looked at it from afar, and Chi Yang just happened to raise his head.

The four eyes are facing each other.

Ye Qiong looked at her with a smile, a hint of something flashed in his brown eyes, and in an instant, he was covered by an unpredictable joke.

"Today's lesson is to draw the most important person in your mind in your own way."

"Teacher, can you draw small animals?"

"Teacher, I don't have colored pencils, can I use crayons? ”

Immediately, there was a gossip voice, and Ye Qiong was not annoyed, and answered the questions one by one with patience.

Only Chi Yang could see his increasingly perfunctory smile, and his patience that he was about to be unable to bear the noise, which was inexplicably a little funny.

I can't imagine that Lord Mozun, who is famous on the mainland and doesn't take anyone in his eyes, now has to patiently answer the saliva questions raised by children of a few years old.

Chi Yang didn't hide it when he smiled, he looked at Ye Qiong's reply word by word with a small face, his eyebrows were as bright as a clear lotus, and the small pear vortex on the side of his cheeks seemed to be able to drown in.

Ye Qiong sensitively noticed this gaze, and the impatient emotion in his eyes froze, and then slowly merged and dissipated, turning into a faint joy that was not easy to detect.

He adjusted his posture, sat down elegantly, and just finished answering the last active student's question, and looked up at Chi Yang again, just in time to catch the smile on her lips, and his heart was sharp.

But in a blink of an eye, looking at Chi Yang's body as a six-year-old child now, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Tsk, that's a hassle.

Chi Yang retracted his gaze, took out his album, drew two strokes casually, chatted a few strokes, and a pattern gradually appeared on the paper.

It's her ugly cotton doll.

Chi Yang sighed, since she didn't have any artistic talent, she wouldn't force herself, took out the mirror from her pocket and put it in a hidden place on the desk.

With a little means, a copper mirror the size of a watermelon is now only the size of a palm, and it is not very conspicuous on the table.

It is also convenient for Chi Yang to explore the research again.

Zhang Qingya on the side was very serious after hearing the assigned task, carefully drawing the outline with a pencil, and then slowly drawing with a short colored pencil that was almost impossible to hold, although the tool was very uncomfortable, but her little face was still filled with a happy smile.

Not long after, Zhang Qingya patted Chi Yang gently, and looked at her shyly with bright eyes:

"Chi Yang, show you my paintings~ "

Chi Yang turned his head when he heard the sound, and he was suddenly stunned after knowing what was on the painting.

The painting shows a woman, half-length shoulder-length short hair, red cheeks, wearing a white shirt and yellow pants, holding a red apple in her hand, the smiling face on the woman's face is very large, although the technique is immature and naïve, you can still see the feelings of the painter in an instant.

Seeing that Chi Yang didn't speak, Zhang Qingya was also a little nervous, and told Chi Yang softly embarrassed that it was her mother who drew it.

"When my parents were not divorced before, my mother was not at home, but my father forgot to send me a meal card, I was hungry after school, and then I saw the sun under it, and my mother was standing at the door waiting for me, and the apple was sweet at that time..."

As Zhang Qingya's gentle and delicate voice slowly narrated, Chi Yang seemed to have that scene in front of him.

Although many people write essays when they are young, they will write about a rainy night when their father or mother goes to the hospital with a high fever, but in fact, even if this scene does not happen, there are thousands of moments in life, which are more moving than writing into the composition.

Chi Yang was stunned because he had never had a similar scene mentioned by Zhang Qingya in his memory.

In her native world, before going to work in the Fast Wear Bureau, Chi Yang rarely met her legal parents.

She only knows that her parents are scientific researchers, and she may only see one or two sides throughout the year.

The family is an intelligent robot to take care of her and grow up.

Chi Yang is naturally intelligent, and whether it is learning languages or using weapons, he is the best among his peers.

Due to the lack of emotion, from being cautious and determined, it is rare to be tempted by the task world to earn points wholeheartedly and wait for adults to have their own independent house.

Having walked through so many worlds, this is the first time she feels an indescribable emotion spreading in her heart because of such an ordinary scene.

Seeing that Zhang Qingya's expression was more cautious, Chi Yang put away his thoughts and praised sincerely:

"It's a really good drawing."

Zhang Qingya is delicate, although her family is not happy, but she also noticed that Chi Yang's mother has never sent her to school, and Chi Yang hardly mentions it in the usual chat...

Thinking that she might have accidentally touched Chi Yang's sadness, she immediately felt guilty in her heart, and patted the back of Chi Yang's hand a little clumsily.

Silent comfort.