Rotten Terrier

For this self-portrait, Mu Qingchen can be described as a waste of sleep and food. He painted many back and forth and was dissatisfied. Later, he was so tired that he picked Zhang that barely caught his eye.

The next day, when I was leaving home.

She grabbed her father in the dining room, stuck the portrait in front of him, and repeatedly asked: "Look again, is the person in the painting one-tenth as beautiful as me?"

Mu Guogong:...

Jiahe, who was serving a bowl of porridge, kicked Mu Guogong under the table, and motioned him to quickly put away his "speechless" face.

Helped and said: "My mother thinks this painting is very good, your painting skills are not excellent, but you are also considered proficient. Didn't the Guozijian Jijiu praise you all?"

Mu Guogong continued: "That's right Chen'er, you are sincere, and Miss Chang will definitely like it very much."

Ever since, Mu Qingchen went out early with their paintings under their eagerness.

Stepping on Mu Gu's drum, she stepped on the road to the Imperial College, passing by the breakfast shop, and bought two sesame cakes, one for herself and one for Chang Shu.

Su Er remembered that he had forgotten Yi Xiaobai, returned it, and bought another one.

The freshly cooked sesame cakes are crispy and fragrant, and they are still hot. Mu Qingchen was afraid that it would be cold, so he carried it into his arms.

She was warm in her arms all the way, and when she arrived at the Imperial College, she was already sweating profusely.

There are not many students in the school right now, and chattering is sparse. But Chang Shu and Yi Xiaobai have already arrived, they are close to each other, chatting happily, and occasionally there are a few silver bells of laughter.

Mu Qingchen was envious of jealousy and hatred, bowed his head and squatted his mouth, looking at Yi Xiaobai's gaze as if he had hidden a blade, and pierced her waistline fiercely.

"What are you talking about so happy?" Mu Qingchen asked.

She was cheeky, twisted, and forced Chang Shu and Yi Xiaobai away.

Humph, you are not allowed to get so close.

Chang Shu said generously: "I haven't been here for a long time. Xiaobai is telling me an interesting story about the Imperial College. I just talked about the quarrel between you and Lin Pinru."

noob?

They were so affectionate.

I've never called "Qing Chen" before, every time I call her, I always include her first name and last name.

Mu Qingchen ate a big bucket of vinegar, and his mouth seemed to be stuffed with a sour apricot, and the roots of his teeth were sour.

Belly slander, I will buy you butter cakes at a loss, if not, I will eat them alone.

After a lot of psychological activities, she turned away without saying anything, and returned to the book case in the corner.

Chang Shu watched her leave without any intention of chasing her.

"Go on and talk." She urged Yi Xiaobai.

"...Where did I just say?"

"Speaking of—you roll up your sleeves and prepare to fight with Lin Pinru, and Jijiu suddenly appears behind you."

"Oh yes yes yes..."

In the distance, there was background music around Mu Qingchen: The cold icy rain patted me randomly on the face, you are like an executioner who betrayed me...

She took out the three stacked sesame cakes, tore off the greased paper, and took a big bit...bit...bite...

Damn, it's too thick to bite.

"Bang", she threw Hubing at her feet angrily.

It was easy until noon, and the teacher in the hall was also tired.

Mu Qingchen got up first, rushed to the front of the pile of people for an unprecedented time, was the first to receive lunch, and sat in a good position by the window, shaking his legs alone, picking and pulling the stubborn rapeseed.

Chang Shu and Yi Xiaobai squeezed out of the crowd and sat on her left and right hands with their bowls and chopsticks in their hands.

"Why not wait for us together." Chang Shu asked.

Mu Qingchen glanced at her and said nothing.

Chang Shu: I... did something wrong...

With bamboo chopsticks in his mouth, Yi Xiaobai observed the two people with big eyes and small eyes.

and

Chang Shu hasn't been to the Imperial College for three months, so the relationship should be strange.

Could it be that Mu Qingchen accepted the fact that he had broken sleeves and ran to confess to Chang Shu with her back?

Yi Xiaobai took off the bamboo chopsticks and gently tapped on the side of the bowl: "You guys, are you hiding something from me?"

Chang Shu had a thin face, and when she asked, she remembered sharing the bed with Mu Qingchen the night before.

Squeeze your mouth in a straight line, hold the spoon, and pass a sip of soup into your mouth. The action was stumbling and stumbling, showing a guilty conscience from beginning to end.

Yi Xiaobai knocked his fist on his leg and narrowed his eyes: "I guessed it right!"

Mu Qingchen said: "There are too many things to hide from you, which one are you asking?"

Chang Shu pulled at Mu Qingchen's ribbon, blushing, and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense."

After a while, as if not suffocating, he twisted a piece of meat on her arm again.

Yi Xiaobai: Tsk tsk tsk, all flirting in front of me!

After school, Mu Qingchen still took the first step, determined to be jealous to the end.

Chang Shu and Yi Xiaobai looked at each other, shrugged, and obediently followed her. The three of them maintained the "Pin" formation.

When passing by the busy city, Yi Xiaobai wanted to go to a nearby restaurant to find her father, so he parted at the street, and looked back three times at the end, looking at them with ambiguous eyes.

Chang Shu couldn't stand her, and dragged Mu Qingchen forward quickly, throwing Yi Xiaobai away before letting go.

"You and Yi Xiaobai have a very good relationship." Mu Qingchen said strangely.

Chang Shu deliberately angered her: "Xiao Bai is much cuter than you. He can be cute and cute, and tells many interesting things about the world. Unlike you, it's boring."

"I am so boring!"

Mu Qingchen was hit hard and accidentally ran into a peddler carrying a bamboo rack. The small bells tied to the side of the rack made a mess, attracting Chang Shu's attention. She stopped and picked two sachets in her hand. inside.

"Won't you take you to fight with Dong Shangshu's eldest son before Zhizhi." Mu Qingchen said again.

Chang Shu took all the sachets, gave the hawker a piece of silver, and replied: "I'm ashamed to say that if you can't beat you, just run away, and you won't call me."

Leaving her there for five, it made her fist hurt for several days.

Mu Qingchen felt that the matter was embarrassing, and touched his nose: "Are you good at it, if I am here, you have to be distracted to protect me and cause you more trouble."

"You think too much," Chang Shu sneered, "I won't come to protect you."

Mu Qingchen:...

When he walked to Taipingfang, Chang Shu raised his hand to set up a shed in front of the brow bone, looked at the time, then put down his hand, opened his palm up, and asked Mu Qingchen for a portrait.

Mu Qingchen waited for her to ask for it, holding it out from the book bag slung around his waist.

Chang Shu took it, unfolded, and then closed, the action was done in one go, from beginning to end, without any extra expressions.

Um, don't you exaggerate painting skills? Anyhow, it's a perfunctory sentence. Mu Qingchen couldn't help but asked, "Are you still satisfied?"

"Satisfied." Chang Shu replied.

I'm so satisfied. The face is painted very big and the details are full. The old men of the painting and calligraphy institute only need to take a look, and the roster can be filled immediately.

Listening to her praise, Mu Qingchen secretly rubbed his hands, his eyes fell on the sachet she had just bought, which was being held by Chang Shu in the palm of her hand, revealing the bright yellow rim and short tape.

Anyway, I bought two and gave one to her.

Chang Shu smiled and bent his eyes, and carried the sachet behind him: "Of course there are rewards."

Mu Qingchen raised his ears with a sincere expression, waiting for her to follow along.

"Help me do today's homework."

"Remember to use different study paper, different pens, different inks, and different handwriting."

"So as not to be caught by the master."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and smiled all over his face in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Mu Qingchen:...

Seeing that she was indifferent, Chang Shu shook her coquettishly

Shaking her wrist: "Please~"

Mu Qingchen enjoyed the feeling of being wanted, and raised his head and said, "Isn't it said that Yi Xiaobai is more cute, let her do it."

Chang Shu looked at her amused, and coaxed in a gentle voice: "If you help me with my homework, you will be the cutest person in my heart."

"real?"

She touched the top of Mu Qingchen's hair: "Yes."

This time Chang Shu entered the imperial city from the gate of Hanguang in an upright and bright manner. At that time, at the moment when the public offices were locked, the officials went out closely and met her who looked like the Lord, and stayed for a while. Busy salutes.

Chang Shu waved his hand casually, did not stop, walked hurriedly, turned into the imperial courtyard, and found that the person hadn't left, and his tight complexion only slightly eased.

An old official put on a shawl, greeted her at the door, and gave her a bow.

Chang Shu panted and said a few words to him, but when he handed over the picture scroll to him, he still refused to let go. Five lightly white fingers curled up so gently, holding the roll of drawing paper.

Seeing her hesitation, the old official stepped back slowly and stood with his head down.

I don't know how long it took, and the shadow of the tree shining through the window shook, and Chang Shu returned to his thoughts and put the scroll into his sleeve.

"Send the roster to the Hulan Temple tomorrow, and the palace will make up for it personally."