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After reprimanding in full breath, Chu Zidong suddenly panting and half-bending, supporting his hands on his knees, intermittently said: "You, finally found you!"

Luo Xinghe asked angrily: "Are you okay? What are you yelling for? Just start when you have nothing to do, and start when you have something."

Chu Zidong raised his hand and motioned to him to wait a moment.

Out of courtesy, Luo Xinghe had to insert Kabuto, and waited impatiently for him to rest.

As soon as Hu Qianyu squatting on the ground saw Chu Zidong's face, he pulled Yun Mengmeng hurriedly and turned his back to him.

After a while, Chu Zidong straightened up and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I have been in poor health since I was a child."

Luo Xinghe waved his hand and said that there was nothing, but frowned and spit out "I am in a hurry to go home".

"In this case, I won't talk nonsense." He straightened his collar and said seriously: "Can you please leave Miss Surabaya?"

"Huh? What did you say?"

Luo Xinghe looked very surprised, a person who had only met once suddenly approached him and asked him to leave his sister. This was really outrageous and his mother opened the door-outrageously home.

Chu Zidong was not upset either. In his opinion, this was a matter of course. As an ordinary person, Luo Xinghe couldn't understand Miss Sishui's greatness and it was understandable.

"Please leave Miss Surabaya, as compensation, I can give you whatever you want."

Luo Xinghe snorted: "It's okay, I want your life, will you give it?"

As early as when Roy was still in school, countless people came to please his brother-in-law because he liked his sister, but he misunderstood that they were a couple, and came to ask them to break up like a novel by a domineering president. He was still a mentally retarded person. See you for the first time.

For this kind of person, Luo Xinghe didn't mind embarrassing the other person, making him angry, and then looking for a chance to beat him to relieve his anger.

"Okay." Chu Zidong nodded and promised: "As long as you can do it, I will commit suicide immediately after seeing you and Miss Surabaya."

Hearing this, Luo Xinghe frowned, and he stepped forward two steps, reaching out and groping in Chu Zidong's dressing room.

"Are you looking for a voice recorder?" Chu Zidong is also a smart man. When he saw him like this, he guessed at all times: "Don't worry, you won't be accused of inciting others to commit suicide. I don't have a recording. There is no camera nearby.

However, because I think of a voice recorder in a word. Either you watch too many movies, or you have recently provoked a person or organization that you cannot provoke, and you are worried that the other party will retaliate against you. "

"Are you here to be funny?" Luo Xinghe asked puzzledly: "I'm worried that you ran out of a mental asylum and are searching for weapons on your body."

Chu Zidong pursed his lips and said noncommittal: "So, can you go and break up with Miss Surabaya now? I happen to have a house in a nearby community. If I jump from there and face the ground, I should be able to die on the spot."

"Are you really mentally ill?"

"My personal doctor thinks I am very healthy now."

Luo Xinghe hesitated to say something but stopped, this matter was so fantastic that he didn't know how to reply. Turning to find Hu Qianyu for help, she found her head buried like an ostrich.

With this reaction, Hu Qianyu definitely knew this person, and she didn't want him to see herself here.

For the sake of his and Hu Qianyu’s acquaintance, Luo Xinghe patiently asked, “I can give my life to fall in love with her? Don’t you think it’s not worth it? Besides, whoever she likes is her freedom. , It has nothing to do with me."

"Dating in love?" Chu Zidong was taken aback for a moment, and then repeatedly vetoed, "I, how can I fall in love with a great man, I don't dare to climb high."

"Then why are you looking for me? The goddess is not to be defiled?"

"No." Chu Zidong said sternly: "I just hope you don't affect Miss Surabaya's paintings."

"painting?"

What this man did today is really beyond his expectations time and time again. It is to block people and is willing to give his life. Luo Xinghe thought he was a mentally retarded lover, but turned out to be painting?"Yes!"

Seeing Luo Xinghe couldn't understand, Chu Zidong was angry and grateful. Angrily, as a person close to Miss Surabaya, he actually couldn't understand the greatness of her paintings. Fortunately, Luo Xinghe was just an ordinary person who couldn't understand. And people without talent are destined to be unable to go far from geniuses.

Although it would be beneficial for him to remain ignorant like this, Chu Zidong couldn't bear to be complacent because of his stupidity and incomprehension. Then he stretched out his finger and introduced to himself:

"My next name is Chu Zidong. I am not interested in learning when I urinate. I can't put anything in my eyes, but I like to look at paintings.

From the original works of famous artists to the so-called miscellaneous cartoons in the bookcase. I have everything involved.

I always believe that one cannot blindly pursue the best when admiring paintings. Even children's essays have merits.

Perhaps God also appreciates my dedication to painting, and my talent in appreciating paintings has never met a rival.

From the confident work of my 5-year-old nephew to the work of top artists, I can tell why.

In my spare time, I post my comments on the Internet for the reference of netizens, but I don’t want to accumulate a large number of fans on the Internet.

A few days ago, a well-known painter came to open the exhibition hall in the market. I went there enthusiastically but finally returned in disappointment.

In my opinion, although the artist's works are top-notch, there are still many flaws.

Not to mention the profound images, but the basic composition alone is a lot of mistakes, but these mistakes have been glorified into the master's informal style.

Until that day when I was on my way home, social software pushed Miss Surabaya's work. Just a glance, the perfect drawing technique completely conquered me.

A painting without any flaws can't be done even if it is a painting in a museum. This drawing technique is an insult to it when it is used to draw comics! But as a loyal fan of Miss Surabaya, I respect her ideas.

Today is also the first time I learned that Miss Surabaya is going to show up to participate in an event, which makes me very excited.

That was the first time I spent the night all night, just to be able to see Miss Surabaya as soon as possible.

It's a pity that I seem to have miscalculated her popularity. When I arrived, many people were already asleep on the folding bed.

However, I finally got the signature book as I wished, and when I was content to put the signature book in the bag, I found that Miss Surabaya actually greeted a man kindly. "

Speaking of this, Chu Zidong opened his arms and said passionately like a missionary: "That is a greatness that humans can never draw. It is a greatness that gods can draw for decades. But Miss Surabaya can use it as a cartoon. Mass production!

Sadly, people in this world can't understand the difficulties, so they brazenly urge her! If the greatness drawn is flawed, even the life of those idiots will not make up for half a millimeter! "

A little bit of starlight appeared in Chu Zidong's pupils. He looked like a madman, venting his anger with his arms and legs, and the elongated shadow behind him looked like a cruel devil.

His fingers arched and twitched constantly, and his eyes stared straight at Luo Xinghe: "Thirteen years! When I first came into contact with painting at the age of three, I pursued perfect paintings for 13 years!

Now that I have finally found it, how can I let it be ruined by you! Any uncertainty that exists around Miss Surabaya must be erased! "

Luo Xinghe's expression was completely cold, he stepped to the left to block Hu Qianyu, put his left hand on the handle of the knife, hesitated for a while or put it down.

Probably it was the tranquility before the rainstorm. Chu Zidong's tone slowly calmed: "You, is the eye-catching drop of ink on the painting! Now, please tell me when to leave with Miss Surabaya!"

Luo Xinghe just looked at Hu Qianyu. Just now Chu Zidong made such a crazy voice, she didn't even react at all.

There is no influence in the alley, but it can be attributed to the low flow of people, and now there is no one passing by, but what about Hu Qianyu and Yun Mengmeng?

Because Chu Zidong usually gets sick like this, they have long been used to it? Although this could explain why Hu Qianyu was a little afraid of him, Luo Xinghe always felt something wrong.

He who possesses spiritual gems will not be able to illusion, could it be that Hu Qianyu and the others...

Seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, Chu Zidong's patience was completely wiped out. Black starlight oozes from his pupils: "Uncertain factors must be erased!"

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Hu Qianyu opened his eyes, and only a piece of pitch black came into his eyes, and the boundless darkness rushed towards her with loneliness.

After a long time, her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and she slowly scanned one room: the husky pillow was kicked under the bed, and the computer desk near the doorway, the wired mouse was flashing faint blue light, and it appeared in the dim room. Extraordinarily eye-catching.

Hu Qianyu supported his body, opened the sky blue curtains, and the faint moonlight sprinkled on the bed and sprinkled on the girl's thin body. The gloomy moonlight added a somewhat hazy beauty to her.

Wiping his eye sockets with his hand, a few crystal clear tears were left on it.

"It's like this again..." Hu Qianyu murmured.

Since April 9th, girls have always had all kinds of strange dreams, but the ending of these different dreams is the same: a light flashes, and the whole world is in the extreme day.

Speaking of it, this is the first time that a girl has woke up from her dream crying? She doesn't even know this anymore.

The content of the dreams the girl can’t remember much. In so many dreams, the only thing that impressed the girl is a teenager who cooks deliciously.

Regarding this weird dream, it's not that the girl has never seen a psychiatrist. But no matter how well-known the psychologist is, the evaluation of the girl is the same: everything is normal.

Hu Qianyu closed the curtains again, turned around and picked up the phone next to her pillow, ignoring the phone's screen saver, she looked straight at the time: 1.34 minutes.

"It's this time again..."

Dreaming is not done every day, it seems to be random. But without exception, as long as you have a dream, you must wake up from this period of time.

Hu Qianyu sighed, then lay back on the bed and fell asleep again.

When she woke up again, she was awakened by the 5.30 alarm clock. She forgot to turn off the alarm clock just after the summer vacation yesterday...

Hu Qianyu stared blankly at the ceiling, then rubbed his hair irritably, and got up from the bed.

Go to the wardrobe at the end of the bed and open it. Hu Qianyu's expression was slightly wrong.

It was July 13th. It is the hottest time of the year that many beauty-loving girls have long put on small skirts to show off their beauty. However, Hu Qianyu hates wearing this stuff, it's not that she is not good looking and not good in figure. On the contrary, Hu Qianyu is tall and tall, Liu Meiqiongbi has been called this flower since childhood. She just feels that it is troublesome to wear it carefully and leave it out.

only......

Hu Qianyu looked at several skirts of different styles and the stockings neatly piled aside, she rubbed her brows in distress, and said softly, "When did you buy this?"

After picking and choosing for a long time, Hu Qianyu finally chose a white dress: a collar with lantern sleeves, and a lace hollow pattern in the middle of the long sleeves.

Putting it on her body, Hu Qianyu turned around in front of the mirror in the closet and lifted the skirt just to the knee. Sakura's lips lightly opened, and she said with a little surprise: "This skirt looks so good!"

When closing the closet, Hu Qianyu took a pair of white silk tights. You have to know that in Hu Qianyu's memory, he has never worn this thing, mainly because of how hot he was dressed in summer.

The corners of her mouth twitched: "If I am a ghost upper body, this ghost is too obsessed with silk stockings."

Dragging sandals with a few white ribbons, Hu Qianyu ran to the dressing table and combed his messy hair before going out for a stroll. I can't sleep anymore, right.

The breeze in the summer morning is also a bit warm, and there is an indescribable comfort on the body. Hu Qianyu stood at the door of the unit facing the wind and stretched comfortably.

"So crispy~~~"

Walking out of the community, Hu Qianyu tied his ponytail with a head rope while strolling down the alley. Unconsciously came to a relatively old street.

Several street lamps stand alone beside the road. Although the sun has come out, they still shine stubbornly. The houses on both sides of the street are the old bungalows with oblique red roofs.

There are already early shops and office workers coming and going downstairs in the Hu Qianyu community. The student party patronizes, but the street here is nowhere to be seen.

The deserted street seemed a bit quiet, it seemed that it was because no one had cleaned it for a long time. The dusty smell of the breeze at this moment made Hu Qianyu wrinkle his nose.

Not surprisingly, this is an old street nearby. Hu Qianyu remembers that it was a hot street when she was a child. But now it seems that this place has completely lost to time.

"Crack---Crack----"There was the sound of pulling the rolling shutter door. Hu Qianyu, who was playing with the stones with his head down intently, turned his head and looked at it. It turned out that it was the owner of a shop on this street who came to open the business.

‘Does anyone still open a shop in this place? Hu Qianyu thought in his heart.

The one who was pulling the shutter door was an old man who was nearly seventy years old, with gray hair and a slightly camel back. The strange thing was that the old man's eyes were not as cloudy as this age group, on the contrary, they were very bright. A little boy stood beside the old man. The boy looked soft and weak, and looked about 5.6 years old. At this moment, the boy was holding a thick book in his hand, and he looked at it with understanding.

I don't know why, it was the first time that Hu Qianyu met this grandson, but Hu Qianyu had an inexplicable intimacy with him.

"Ah! Little girl! Come and eat early?" The old man was taken aback when he saw Hu Qianyu looking at him, then he reacted and said hello with a smile.

‘Early? ’

Hu Qianyu looked at the sign of "Xinghe Tangbao" that had been exposed, and then looked at the environment inside. It looks pretty good, and coupled with the peculiar goodwill caused by it, Hu Qianyu thought: ‘I just didn’t eat breakfast, so let’s just solve it here. ’

Therefore, Hu Qianyu also smiled and responded: "Yes, since I have met my old man, why not eat it here!"

Upon hearing this, the smile on the old man's face became more and more overflowing, and he greeted enthusiastically: "Hahaha, that little girl, you have come to the right place. Lao Luo, who doesn't know my craftsmanship in Luoshi Street?"

"Luoshi Street?" Hu Qianyu asked curiously while looking at the menu hanging on the wall: "Is this the name of this street?"

Speaking of this topic, the old man's eyes were visibly dimmed, and he said in a low voice: "Yes, but not many young people know about it now. This street has grown old with us."

She looked at the old man in front of her, and suddenly felt that the old man's hunched back was bent again.

It seems that he has also noticed the change in atmosphere, and Lao Luo hurriedly said haha, "Don't talk about these old things, if the little girl is entangled in what to eat, why not come to our restaurant's signature set meal!"

Hu Qianyu looked in the direction of Lao Luo's fingers, and a set meal containing fried knives and soup dumplings with fresh meat was printed on the top of the menu in bold and enlarged black letters. There is also a circle surrounded by three color lines of gold, silver and red to enclose it.

"Fried knives?" Hu Qianyu tilted his head and asked suspiciously, "This is... the sign of the soup dumpling shop?"

"Hehehe." Lao Luo suddenly raised his head somewhat proudly, and said: "This is because a big star often comes to our store for breakfast. One day he ate and suddenly said, "If I can have another plate." Fry the knife and cut it!'

Since then, she has discussed this issue with me almost every time she comes to our store. You see, she proposed the circle outside. "

Speaking of this, Lao Luo's tone was a little bit puzzled: "It's just that after I was finally persuaded by him, I never saw her again. It's almost a year..."

After a dull moment, Lao Zhang stood up and clapped his hands cheerfully, greeted him and ran to the back kitchen to cook.

When Hu Qianyu had nothing to do, he sat beside the boy and looked at the contents of the book with interest.

"This is... [Star River Biography]?"

"Sister, do you see it too?" The boy raised his head, eyes gleaming with stars

"Yeah." Hu Qianyu nodded in a daze.

"Ugh???"

Never thought, after hearing Hu Qianyu’s affirmative answer, the boy was surprised, and then whispered: “But I don’t like it very much... She looks like, and finally left a sentence about giving her a gift on her birthday. It's clear that the birthday of the heroine has already passed."

Hu Qianyu somehow also got itchy with hatred, and along with the boy, he disliked the male lead for a long time.

After playing around for a while, Lao Luo had already sent the package up.

Hu Qianyu took out the disposable chopsticks and feasted on it.

First, take a bite of the soup bag, and then suck the sliced ​​noodles. The gravy and the fragrance of the tomato do not conflict with each other, but they blend together perfectly. Just like this, Hu Qianyu's eyes widened.

Hu Qianyu was fascinated by his food here, and many guests came to Lao Luo, and he didn't have time to chat with Hu Qianyu.

Hu Qianyu, who was obsessed with eating, raised his head and glanced at the store while chewing food like a hamster. She was surprised to find that this old street was cared for by so many people. Even living here.

After cleaning up the food, Hu Qianyu Sakura's lips were greasy, and a few drops of tomato juice stuck to the corners of his mouth. She patted her belly contentedly, then glanced at the busy old chapter, put the money under the plate and pressed it down, and at the same time drew a paper towel to wipe her mouth. Hu Qianyu just walked out quietly.

"?? Filling with soup dumplings, I remember! I'll come here for breakfast in the future~"

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