grandpa is not sick

Chapter 25
Unaware that he was being scolded again, Fu Qingliu had already left the Heimei Club, got in his car and drove to the gallery, and got into the studio as soon as he got back to the gallery, ignoring Chi Fei's yelling behind him Yelling.

The brush quickly stirred the color pigments to create colorful colors. Her expression was focused, and large swaths of sunlight poured in from the window, as if pouring into her eyes, making her black and white eyes amazingly bright.

At the same time, Fu Yixun, who had already returned to the villa, poured a glass of water before taking a sip. He suddenly remembered something, went upstairs a few steps, and got into the studio.

The white studio is clean, tidy and bright. Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows is a garden. There is an artistic dead sapling in the corner of the wall. The drawing boards are neatly placed in a corner. The paints and brushes are equally quiet. Staying in their respective compartments, he took out a bronze easel, put a drawing board on it, clipped a clean white paper, watched the palette in his hand with brown eyes to bring out the colorful colors, fair and slender The beautiful hand that looks like a work of art is holding a paintbrush, and gently draws a light to bright color on the paper...

The color outside the floor-to-ceiling windows changes from bright to dark, and the stars and moon hang in the night sky.

Fu Yixun's brows frowned suddenly, the tip of his pen paused, and his sense of disobedience suddenly rose. He threw the pen into the bucket and grabbed the unformed painting that was still wet on the drawing board.

"Bang!" The easel was violently kicked down, and the paintbrush was thrown into the pen container, splashing out a few drops of muddy water. Fu Qingliu was circling violently on the spot, and she couldn't figure out why she was clearly feeling it, but there was nothing she could do about it. What about drawing it?This time, that figure didn't turn around to scold her for being obscene and perverted, nor did it remind her of the white jade bottle with a little dick hanging on it, but why can't it... can't express it perfectly?

Fu Qingliu squatted on the ground with her head in her arms, staring at the drawing board she had stepped on in a daze, until the phone in her pocket rang, which brought her back to her senses.

Seeing Zhang Dongmei on the caller ID, Fu Qingliu rubbed his face and answered, "Hello?"

Zhang Dongmei looked back at the closed door with a somewhat uneasy expression, and asked cautiously: "How is your life in Qingshi? Do you have any difficulties?"

"No, I'm fine here, what's the matter? What's wrong with Fu Jinyu?" Fu Qingliu subconsciously thought that something was wrong with Fu Jinyu, stood up and walked out of the studio. The atmosphere different from the studio also made her get out of that An irritable state became calm.

"Ah! No, no, I just remembered that I haven't asked about your situation for a long time, and I'm a little worried. Those things before..."

"Don't worry, those things won't affect Qingshi, and I'm not a child anymore." Fu Qingliu didn't find anything wrong with Zhang Dongmei's attitude, which was no different from her attitude when she mentioned those things before, just as anxious and nervous. Be careful, as if afraid of hurting her with a wrong word, thinking of this Fu Qingliu can't help but warm her heart.

"Hey, hey." Zhang Dongmei replied twice, then chatted casually, hung up the phone, looked at the closed door again, walked around twice under the light, muttering : "Can't it affect Qingshi..."

In this case, it shouldn’t be a problem for Fu Jinyu to go to Qingshi Provincial No. 1 Middle School to study... Over the years, Fu Qingliu has given her [-] yuan a month on a regular basis. In the countryside, she can spend about [-] yuan a day. It's not easy, she is an old man who is used to saving money, and she never buys extra things for herself except for spending some on Fu Jinyu. The money she has saved is enough for her to help Fu Jinyu pay for the third middle school without telling Fu Qingliu The tuition sponsorship fee of the...

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