Act like a spoiled brat in the arms of the paranoid master Yao

Chapter 144
"Were you crying at that time?" Lan Xiaobao asked.

I remember that when we first met yesterday, his eyes were very red, and it looked like he had been crying for a long time.

Song Yu came back to his senses: "Yes."

Lan Xiaobao originally wanted to ask "Why are you crying there", but after thinking about it, wouldn't this question be exposing someone's scars?
Xu Shijian suddenly became quiet, maybe Song Yu wanted to find someone to confide in.

He looked at the sensible child and asked, "What's your name?"

Lan Xiaobao: "The big name is Li Ziang, and the nickname is Lan Xiaobao."

Song Yu: "It's really nice."

He said, "Would you like to hear a story?"

Lan Xiaobao got up suddenly, not knowing what to do.

Song Yu was slightly taken aback, but he didn't think he was being rude.

Children, no matter how sensible they are, they are still children.

Not long after, Lan Xiaobao came back, holding two bottles of water and snacks in her arms.

Song Yu couldn't understand this scene directly.

Lan Xiaobao sat down cross-legged, tore open a bag of potato chips, and said, "Tell me."

Song Yu: "..."

So he ran out suddenly just now to get snacks for listening to the story?

After eating several pieces of potato chips in a row, Lan Xiaobao still didn't hear the sound. Lan Xiaobao looked at him: "What's the matter? Don't you want to talk again?"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, he felt that he guessed it right, and didn't feel anything wrong, and instead comforted others: "It's okay, if you don't want to talk about it, don't talk about it."

Song Yu withdrew his wandering thoughts, looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked calm, and said slowly:

"I am an orphan. As long as I can remember, I grew up in an orphanage. The Huo family does charity and sponsors every child in the orphanage to go to school. I am one of them. I liked drawing very much when I was very young , because I have no money, I can only reuse the used notebooks.

"Later, as I grew up, I was very envious of those who could learn to paint. At that time, I wished to be one of them. I knew my situation very well, and I didn't dare to have those extravagant hopes. 16 After the age of [-], I will go out to work to earn money during winter and summer vacations and weekends, because I want to paint and buy tools for painting.

"Besides, in other time, if I have free time, I will secretly go outside the classroom of the art class and look in through the window. After going there a few times, the teacher found out, and he asked me to talk. I thought he would He scolded me and would tell the school, but he didn't. After learning about my situation, he acquiesced in my behavior, and sometimes even instructed me a little bit.

"It was like this until the third year of high school. My grades were not bad, and I was hesitant when filling out the volunteer application. I wanted to choose a major related to painting, but art majors cost money. The teacher who taught art told me that life There are many choices in life, and there will be many difficulties, but if we give up without looking at it, it will be a lifetime of regret in the future.

"After much thought, I chose the Design Department of University C. Because of my hard work, my professional grades have always been good, but because of my low self-esteem and loneliness, I don't have many friends, and my roommate is the only one who can talk. His The results have been good, and then we participated in a design competition together.

"This is not an ordinary competition. The judges are basically famous designers. If we can show our talents in this competition, it will be a good stepping stone to enter the society. For us, it is It was a great opportunity. There were quite a few people who participated, but many were eliminated in the first round, and only a few people entered the finals.

"That roommate and I were there, and the finals took three days. I conceived and sought inspiration day and night, and the final product surprised everyone, but the signature on the design draft was not me, but It was my roommate. Simply put, he stole my work.

"It took too much effort, just like my child, how can I be reconciled to being snatched away like this? This matter has become a big deal, but the final result is that many of my previous designs have plagiarized him. Yes. The college doesn't want people with such bad conduct. I should have graduated in half a year.

"However, something like this happened this winter, which made me an expelled student. I lost my studies and my reputation. I have worked hard for more than ten years, and now I have nothing. I have the reputation of a plagiarist. Be cast aside. My life seems to be meaningless."

"How can you say that?" Lan Xiaobao said disapprovingly, "Those that should belong to you, you just have the heart to watch others take them for pleasure? Don't you want to grab them back?"

"It's useless." Song Yu said, "He is now Si's designer, and he has won many awards with the design draft he stole from me. One is for honor and the other is for stigma. Everyone It's obvious who to believe."

Lan Xiaobao patted him on the shoulder as a young adult: "Don't be discouraged, I will help you."

Looking at those eyes that seemed to be full of stars, Song Yu smiled slightly: "Thank you."

He only regarded it as a kind of comfort from a child.

On this day, Lan Xiaobao stayed with Song Yu all day long, using his unique way of comforting, to give some warmth to this person who had suffered many injustices.

In the evening, after Si Lan came back, Lan Xiaobao told her all these things in detail.

After letting him go to bed, she found Song Yu, holding in her hand the draft of the costume design she bought for 100 million.

Putting things in front of him, he asked lightly, "Are you familiar?"

"This is a semi-finished picture, with only a rough outline, and the details on it come from another person." Song Yu said.

Si Lan: "I bought this painting for 100 million."

Song Yu was taken aback.

Si Lan: "I've heard about you, and I also know the look on your face when you saw this painting. If your guess is correct, you should be the one who created the basis of this painting, right?"

Song Yu clenched his hands: "Yes."

Si Lan took a sip of tea: "What are your plans for the future? Are you still in this industry?"

"I..." Song Yu clenched his fists tightly, "I'm no longer qualified to do design."

Si Lan: "Can't draw it?"

Song Yu: "I'm afraid there is no one in the industry who doesn't know my reputation for plagiarism. Who would want someone who can only copy. And since that incident, I have never been able to design new clothes."

Si Lan raised her eyebrows: "Do you have somewhere to go now?"

Song Yu was silent.

He was penniless, disheartened, and had nowhere to go.

Before I met her, I had been living on the street for two days.

"Why did you show up at the manor?" Si Lan asked.

Song Yu took a deep breath: "I went to see him today, and I heard that he mixed a semi-finished product in today's auction. This is the Huo family, and I have a favor. I don't want to be in Uncle Huo's banquet. There's something ruining his efforts. But the security guard won't let me in at all..."

Si Lan: "Because you blamed yourself, felt guilty, and didn't dare to face it, so you hid there and cried, didn't you?"

Song Yu bit his lip and nodded.

Si Lan put down the water glass in his hand, and said flatly, "I can provide you with a place to stay, but in return, you need to design a dress for me."

"You...you believe me?" Song Yu looked at him in shock.

He didn't expect that in this world, there are still people who are willing to believe in him.

"What you said is true or false. Once the dress is designed, you can tell it at a glance." Si Lan raised his eyebrows, "You don't have confidence?"

"I..." Song Yu hesitated.

Now, can he really design clothes?

Si Lan stood up and said, "That's the deal. You can ask Mama Wu for any materials you need. She will provide you with anything you can buy in the market. I hope the finished product you see will be as good as it is." Surprise me."

Leave a message and go back to the room.

The little guy who was supposed to be sleeping in her own room appeared in her room.

"Mom, isn't it good for you to force him like this?" Lan Xiaobao raised her head and asked, obviously eavesdropping for a long time.

Si Lan didn't think there was anything wrong, he patted the little guy's head: "This is not something you should care about, it depends on his own choice. His experience is very pitiful and sympathetic, but if He has given up on himself, so anyone's help is useless to him."

Lan Xiaobao: "If he didn't give up, would mom help him?"

Si Lan gave an affirmative answer: "Yes, but the premise is that what I see is of value for me to help."

Lan Xiaobao nodded, expressing his understanding.

Si Lan: "Go to sleep."

"Okay." Lan Xiaobao obediently returned to the room.

The next day, when Si Lan got up, Song Yu was already waiting.

"Miss Si, I saw that there is a small building next to your manor. I wonder if I can go there?" Song Yu asked hesitantly.

He blushed with embarrassment, even he himself felt that this request was a bit over the top.

However, Si Lan didn't show any displeasure, and said flatly, "I'll ask Mama Wu to give you the key."

"Thank you." Song Yu bowed sincerely.

He is not stupid, how could he not know that this is someone helping him.

After thinking about it all night, I finally mustered up the courage to pick up the brush again.

When Si Lan left, he explained to Mama Wu, and he passed by alone.

Lan Xiaobao went to look for him after breakfast, saw him staring at the white paper in a daze, leaned over and said, "What tools do you need, make a list, I'll ask Grandma Wu to buy them, it's inconvenient to get in and out here. "

This is exactly what Song Yu was thinking about.

Seeing that he was frowning, Lan Xiaobao took out a piece of paper from the side and gave him a pen: "Let's write."

To make a design and a finished product, there are indeed many things to be missed.

He pursed his lips, wrote them down one by one, and passed them with both hands: "Thank you."

"Thank you?" Lan Xiaobao looked at him a little strangely, "Aren't you making clothes for my mother? Providing materials is what we should do, so there is nothing to thank."

Song Yu: "..."

That's true, but...

Lan Xiaobao took the things and left, and handed the list to Mama Wu: "Grandma Wu, please prepare these things."

"Okay." Wu Ma didn't say anything.

That night, as soon as Si Lan came back, Lan Xiaobao pulled her and said, "Uncle Song stayed in the small building for a whole day and didn't come out."

Si Lan: "Creation needs a quiet environment. If you have nothing to do, don't bother others, you know?"

"Got it." Lan Xiaobao pouted.

"Your Uncle Fu hasn't come back these two days?" Si Lan asked.

Lan Xiaobao: "No, Aunt He also went to play with a tour group. Dad went to another city. Si Bo is still like a child than me, so I have to take care of him..."

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about behind my back again?" Li Xingyan appeared at the door at some point.

Lan Xiaobao said very calmly: "That's not a bad word, it's the truth."

"Tch." Li Xingyan didn't want to talk to him, and turned to look at Si Lan, "I just came here to tell you, big brother and the others are coming here to celebrate the New Year."

Si Lan was surprised: "Everyone come here?"

Li Xingyan: "That's right."

Si Lan: "Does Yao know?"

Li Xingyan: "Whether he knows it or not, it doesn't make any difference, anyway, the other person is basically married into your family."

Si Lan: "..."

Lan Xiaobao: "Uncle Si, I have already recorded what you said, and I have sent it to Dad."

Li Xingyan: "..."

Lan Xiaobao shook his mobile phone, just now he was about to make a voice call, but before he could speak, the fourth uncle said such a sentence.

He let go, and the voice just went through.

It stands to reason that Li Xuyao ​​is very busy and won't stare at his phone all the time. He has a chance to withdraw it, but he doesn't want to.

……

For the next few days, Song Yu stayed in the small building and did not come out, and Wu Ma sent the meals over.

If not, he probably forgot to eat.

It was rare for Si Lan to be free this day, and Li Xuyao ​​also came back.

Si Lan leaned on Li Xuyao's shoulder and sat on the rattan chair by the back garden, telling him about Song Yu in a soft voice.

Lan Xiaobao was holding a book, sitting on the hanging chair and reading it, with his little feet dangling, so leisurely.

That pleasant voice like a trickle of water fell into Li Xuyao's ears, and he echoed a few words from time to time, and Lan Xiaobao who was on the side occasionally looked over to interject.

It is rare for a family of three to have such a leisurely time, and the years are quiet and beautiful.

Song Yu came out of the small building and saw such a scene from a distance.

He stood there, just watching quietly.

Then he ran back to the small building suddenly, and when he came out again, he was holding a sketchbook and a pen in his hand.

While I was painting, suddenly there was a heavy weight on my shoulder.

He turned his head and looked at Li Xingyan suspiciously.

Li Xingyan glanced at the notebook in his hand, then looked not far away, clicked his tongue twice, and asked, "Does the dog food taste good?"

"What?" Song Yu looked at him blankly.

Li Xingyan pointed to the three people not far away, and asked, "What do you think of it?"

Song Yu looked over and thought about it seriously: "The flowers are full of flowers, the years are quiet and beautiful, and the beauty is so enviable."

"..." Li Xingyan looked at him carefully, "You can read and read, don't you think you are stupid? Can you still write a poem when you talk about spreading dog food so literaryly?"

Song Yu: "I don't know how to write poetry."

"..."

Li Xingyan was speechless for a long moment: "You continue to eat dog food."

Song Yu focused on his own design, but did not pay attention to the deep meaning of his words.

(End of this chapter)