Forget it, I won't say it anymore. It's all tears.
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Actually, there was more.
That night, it was dark and windy, the first night Chu Weiming brought Steamed Bun back from the casino.
It was already dark in the house. Steamed Bun carefully opened the door with the key. The living room was pitch-black. Father Zhao, Mother Zhao, and Brother Zhao were already asleep.
Steamed Bun stretched his waist into the room, took his pajamas, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. He then returned to his room in a daze, intending to sleep, but he soon saw Chu Weiming's figure.
Steamed Bun immediately woke up and asked with a trembling voice.
"Weiming, why aren't you sleeping?”
" Miss Steamed Bun," Chu Weiming said with a smile," Where do you want me to sleep?"”
"Hehe, don't mess around. My mom has already prepared a blanket for you in the living room.”Steamed Bun said angrily with his hands on his hips after he finished playing with Chu Weiming.
Chu Weiming laughed out loud. He didn't really have any ideas, but he just felt that she was too stupid and cute.
Then, he couldn't help but pinch her face. Oh my god, why is she so soft!
Steamed Bun immediately giggled and dodged like a child.
"What are you doing? Go to sleep!"
When Chu Weiming heard her bell-like laughter, his throat became even more dry, like an old wolf that had been hungry for eighteen years. But Steamed Bun's words were like a basin of cold water that poured over him from head to toe.
"My house isn't soundproof, so you can hear everything.”
In the end, Chu Weiming was still mercilessly chased out. He was not even allowed to hug her to sleep, but Chu Weiming did not have the face to do so. He had just activated his Qi to listen carefully when he heard the whispers of the people on the other side...
"Old Zhao, could it be that Little Chu hasn't come out yet?”
"I don't think so. I have to go out and take a look later.”
"What are you talking about? Is this something you can control? It's a young man's business, and I have to do it…"
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With her god-like acting skills, Mother Zhao yawned and dragged her slippers to the toilet with sleepy eyes. She 'inadvertently' glanced at the sofa in the living room, and then the 'sleeping' Chu Weiming quickly let out a long sigh of relief.
It was just that the bitterness in his heart was not worth mentioning to outsiders. My fragrant and soft little bun!
Hence, Chu Weiming stayed in the Zhao residence in this manner for the next few days. He refused to listen to Father Zhao and Mother Zhao's suggestion to move out no matter what.
Father Zhao smiled and clinked glasses with Chu Weiming at the dining table, then took a sip.
"Little Chu, it's been hard on you to sleep on this sofa every day. Why don't you find a hotel nearby to stay in?”
"That's right, Little Chu. Look at how you've been tormenting yourself by sleeping on the sofa every day.”Aunt Zhao also looked like her heart ached.
Steamed Bun looked at the two of them in confusion. Didn't he say something like,'It's okay, it's okay. Just sleep at Uncle and Auntie's place. It's so expensive to go to a hotel. As long as you don't mind, you can stay as long as you want?'
Chu Weiming smiled slightly, looking as gentle as jade. He gently put down the wine cup and then said in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.
"Uncle, Auntie, what are you talking about? Even if it's a mountain of gold and silver, what's so good about it? In my opinion, although the environment of this sofa is simple and crude, Xiao Ying, Uncle, Auntie, and you are all here. To me, this is the best place in the world.”
Steamed Bun was confused again. He looked at Chu Weiming. Didn't he privately complain to me yesterday that his back was sore from sleeping on the sofa? He even asked me to give him a massage.
"Well said, Little Chu." Father Zhao nodded in admiration.
Auntie Zhao also smiled and picked up some food for him. What a good son-in-law.
Only Chu Weiming felt a little guilty. If he hadn't practiced Nine Yang Divine Skill every day, he would have accidentally overheard Father Zhao and Mother Zhao saying that they wanted to test if he was a tough person by seeing if he would dislike the environment of the sofa and if he would despise the poor and love the rich…He would probably have been exposed today.
Chu Weiming finally understood the benefits of internal energy. In short, after a few days of cheating through eavesdropping, Father Zhao and Mother Zhao's favorable impression of him had steadily increased.
On the seventh day, Ying Bao wanted to take him to Dongshan to play, which piqued Chu Weiming's interest.
After arriving at the place, he found that it was more like the Qingshui River at the foot of the East Mountain than the East Mountain. The scenery there was really amazing, making Chu Weiming sigh with admiration for the beautiful scenery of the green mountains and green waters.
Chu Weiming had also specially learned the second-order painting skill, from oil painting to sketching, from flowers and birds to fine brush, he was proficient in everything. At home, he had specially worked hard to raise the skill to level three. He planned to paint a realistic oil painting for Steamed Bun. When he got back, he could take a look. If the oil painting was good enough, it would definitely give people a feeling that it was 10 times, 100 times stronger than a photo. It would be as if he could walk out of the painting.
On the ancient Qingshui River, the little girl held her white dress and walked carefully along the river bank with her fair and tender feet. On the soft river, she giggled. She would never get tired of this scenery after many years.
Chu Weiming was dressed in a white shirt that most boys in this small county town didn't usually wear. Because he was very tall, he looked very straight. He sat cross-legged on a small slope by the shore with a huge and lush old mulberry tree behind him. He held a drawing board in his hand and looked at the steamed bun with a dazed gaze.
How did he end up in this bun pit?
After a while, Steamed Bun ran over happily. When he saw that Chu Weiming had only drawn a rough outline on the canvas, he was immediately disappointed. Chu Weiming rolled his eyes at her. An oil painting was not a sketch. This thing had to be done layer by layer. After finishing one layer, he had to wait for it to dry before he painted the second layer. He had to go back. He had never thought about how many layers he would start painting here. He was just making a foundation. When he went back, he would slowly draw it out through his powerful memory.
"Unnamed." Steamed Bun suddenly choked.
"What's wrong?" Chu Weiming rubbed her little face.
"Is today the last day of your life as my bodyguard?”
Chu Weiming smiled, cupped her face, and stared at her.
"I'm no longer your bodyguard, but I'm still your man.”
Steamed Bun was so touched that he lay down beside Chu Weiming and pulled his arm, reluctant to part with her. The scene was already in his mind, so Chu Weiming was not in a hurry to draw. He accompanied her by the vast Qingshui River and looked at the clouds.
It was getting late.
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