The sky was clear, Gu Mo stood on the balcony, looking at the mountains faintly glowing with golden light in the noon sun in the distance through the neatly trimmed green plants in front of him, and silently listened to the voice from his mobile phone.

After a while, he said, "Very good, Uncle Luo, I can rest assured that you are doing something." ”

"Poor Kou Mo chases, even if he is not dead, he has to shed his skin...... Hiding in an alley? The corners of the man's thin white mouth hooked a playful arc, "He still has injuries on his body, and the wild dog came over when he smelled the blood." ”

"Well, please don't tell Uncle Su about this, he's been very busy lately."

"Thank you, Uncle Luo."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Mo picked up the thermos bucket on the table and went to the pool, after carefully cleaning it, he carefully wiped the water droplets flowing down the top with a paper towel, and finally, put it into his black schoolbag.

The process is quiet and soothing, like a melodious classical music.

Gu Mo always had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he remembered that at lunch just now, Su Deng complained that there were too few chives in the fried rice cakes.

"A dish, if there is no green onion, it is simply a dead corpse without a soul."

Gu Mo nodded approvingly, and helped her pick out the fat in the other bowl of potato fried meat.

"What about coriander?"

Su Deng immediately showed disgust, and even leaned back a little with his body, "You don't like to eat coriander, do you?" ”

Gu Mo shook his head naturally.

Although the truth is quite different from his reaction.

"That's good, if I become the richest man in the world one day, I must ask someone to pull out all the coriander in the world and plant all the chives."

In his memory, the girl's indignant and serious gaze was focused on him, as if they were robes of the same camp, that look, no matter how many times he thought about it, Gu Mo felt that his heart was like smearing honey, so sweet that his limbs and bones were soft.

Now so, it's also good.

She doesn't reject him, he can approach her.

Maybe really, he will always be her good brother.

Suddenly, a pair of hands covered his eyes, and a familiar voice of an old man came from behind him.

"Gu Mo, I haven't seen you in the studio these days, I miss you very much."

Gu Mo indifferently grabbed the man's wrist and took her away from his cheek.

"Sister Yangyang, don't joke with me."

In an instant, the hoarse old man's voice changed into a sweet and lovely girlish voice, "Ah, I was recognized by Xiaomo again." ”

Li Yangyang's mouth pursed, but a playful smile appeared on his face.

Gu Mo still didn't have any expression on her face, in fact, she imitated it very similarly, and it could basically be said to be exactly the same.

Although she is far inferior to herself as Tao Hongshan's niece in terms of drawing, she has loved anime since she was a child and likes to imitate the people in it to speak. When she grew up, although she did not go through systematic learning, she showed unusual talent in dubbing and language.

However, the reason why Gu Mo was able to easily see through it was because of a regrettable fact - since he was twelve years old and worshipped Tao Hongshan as a teacher, the old man who had achieved fame never said anything like missing him.

There is no doubt that Tao Hongshan treats him very well and teaches him what he has learned all his life, but this person is as polite as a monk and never shows his emotions easily. Even what he usually says is like a hazy poetry in the thirties of the last century, and people have to turn around in their minds what he said to understand it.

Gu Mo didn't know how to feel it, and he had always had great respect for him.

But one day, when he found that his master, who was as elegant as Zhilan, was plagiarizing his own ideas in the studio, the image of a noble gentleman instantly fell from the cliff in his heart at midnight, and his head was broken and his bones were broken.

Even Gu Mo himself didn't know whether it was the hypocritical gentleman who was broken, or the self who aspired to be him.

After a lunch break, Gu Mo got up as usual to practice painting, and Li Yangyang sat not far from him, holding a paintbrush and learning well.

This is Tao Hongshan's studio, usually the two of them learn to paint here, when they grow up, Tao Hongshan is no longer as a child for their paintings, but will also make an appointment with them, personally come to point, see the growth of the two.

That's the case at the moment.

Gu Mo finished painting early, while listening to Tao Hongshan's teachings, he silently made the final adjustments and improvements, and Li Yangyang, who was on the side, hurriedly adjusted the coloring, the shape was just set in the last second, and the thick and colorful impasto paint in the next second disappeared the highlights of the perspective.

Tao Hongshan looked at his niece who rubbed his eyes several times, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?" Eye discomfort? ”

Li Yangyang nodded, "I'm a little dry eye, I'm sick, uncle, I went to the schoolbag to find eye drops, I should have brought ......"

"Eh, you sit down first." Tao Hongshan raised his hand to stop her from getting up, and his eyes drifted to Gu Mo, who had just put down his paintbrush.

Gu Mo comprehended, he stood up, "Sister Yangyang, eye fatigue is not a trivial matter, you close your eyes and rest for a while, I'll help you find it." ”

With that, he got up and went out, closed the door to the studio, and walked to the living room.

Li Yangyang looked at the back of the disappeared door, a little restless, "Uncle, he doesn't necessarily know where it is, so I'll go." ”

"Let him go." Tao Hongshan shook his head directly, rubbed her head and asked her to sit down, "Men, you just have to do more, and you will cherish the hard-won things." What's more, if he wants to be your husband in the future, shouldn't he take care of you more now? ”

"Uncle!" Li Yangyang's eyes widened, and he glanced at the door, which was still not moving, before he put his mind at ease and glanced to the side with a shy look.

Living room.

Gu Mo flipped through the light yellow schoolbag lying on the sofa, and after bypassing a few books and a pile of bottles and cans of cosmetics, he finally found disposable eye drops in a mezzanine.

He tore off one and was about to put the rest back, when suddenly, a wisp of familiar incense wrapped around his nose, the former seasoning was bitter, crawling down the nasal cavity to the root of the tongue, suddenly exuding a trace of fresh coolness, gradually, the last calm and heavy mellow fragrance filled the entire brain like a thin hair.

The black eyebrows locked, and Gu Mo flipped to the mezzanine again, but there was nothing in it except for the row of eye drops he had just taken out.

Fingertips gripping the soft fabric of the school bag, his deep gaze gradually turned to the side of the mezzanine, hidden in the corner of another small mezzanine, the slightly raised silk cloth like a piece of loess that silently buried the secret.

Three minutes later.

Gu Mo closed the door of the studio and handed the water from the corner of his eyes to Li Yangyang.

Tao Hongshan was staring into the distance with his hands behind his back, and when he saw him coming, he reminded with a smile: "Yangyang, your hand has just touched the paint, and it will be unhygienic to touch your eyes again." ”

Li Yangyang just wanted to say that she was going to wash her hands, but Gu Mo rushed in front of her and said kindly: "Master, I'll go wash my hands and give Sister Yangyang a drop, anyway, I'm done painting." He turned his head, "Sister Yangyang, you rest for a while, I'll come right away." ”