Chapter 7 Little girl knows how to lie

Author: Nan Ruoruo

Chapter 7 Little girl knows how to lie

After eating, Gu Yanci usually takes a nap.

After working the night shift, he fell asleep at around 3 a.m. and it was almost 4 a.m. He got up at 8 a.m. and could only sleep five hours a day. He couldn't survive without a nap.

Li Mianmian was very energetic. Gu Yanci held her head down for a lunch break, but she stared at the ceiling for half an hour without falling asleep.

She got up quietly, opened the bedroom door a crack, and peeked outside.

Gu Yanci was lying on the sofa, resting his head on one hand and bending his long legs slightly.

He could have gone home and slept, even though it was so close.

But he promised Lan Qingwan to accompany Li Mianmian, and he really stayed here, almost never leaving.

Li Mianmian said that she would not take a nap and wanted her brother to sleep in her own bed, but he did not agree.

He also reasoned with her with a straight face: "No boys can enter a girl's bedroom, do you understand?"

Li Mianmian sighed.

Sometimes, I really feel that Gu Yanci is more like a father than Li Changfeng.

Oh, no.

Like a mom.

He is much more sincere and verbose than Lan Qingwan.

When she came over in the morning, he even helped her loosen the hair tie on her head, saying that if her hair was tied too tightly, she would become bald.

There is only a two-year age difference between them.

But it seems that they are separated by an entire galaxy, and there is an insurmountable gap in the middle.

Gu Yanci is too precocious.

Li Mianmian heard from his parents that his mother had passed away a few days ago, and today he learned that his relationship with his father was not good either.

Although she has been growing up wild for so many years, Gu Yanci's ability to take care of herself in life is much better than hers.

Without support, life in the city seems to be more difficult than in the village.

Li Mianmian's biggest worry in the past was how to fill her stomach.

But it’s actually not that difficult to solve.

Usually when she feels hungry, she goes to the field to pick potatoes to eat.

During the holidays, she could go to the host's house to have a duck neck and the west house to have a bowl of sweet soup.

It's shameless to smile to please, and you can grow up just by rolling in the mud.

Gu Yan was speechless.

He is a man with a straight spine and loves to be clean.

Li Mianmian went back to the room to get her own pillow, and tiptoed to the sofa, trying to stuff the pillow under Gu Yanci's head.

He slept deeply, and as soon as he touched the soft pillow, he subconsciously stretched his neck upwards.

Because of the pressure for too long, his hanging fingers were already a little blue.

Li Mianmian squatted down, pinched his cold fingertips, and rubbed them gently.

After a long time, the fingertips finally returned to a rosy color and became as warm as her hands.

Li Mianmian carefully let go of him, moved to the side, and studied the armrest of the sofa.

She remembered that the armrest could be lowered.

After finally leveling the armrest, Gu Yanci's legs were freed.

But this man is so tall that the sofa at home cannot accommodate him. Even if the armrests are flattened, his feet still fall out.

Li Mianmian stood up and wondered depressedly when she would be as tall as him.

Just being a head shorter would be fine.

She looked at him with her hands on her hips, and after a while, she turned back and entered the study.

The constant chirping of cicadas outside the window contrasts with the tranquility and tranquility inside the house.

Li Mianmian did not do the exercises, but took out the draft paper and continued the unfinished painting in the morning.

She has loved drawing since she was a child. She would often pick up a branch and squat in front of the mud to draw.

After so many years of painting, it actually looks pretty good.

When she was in school, her teacher praised her for her talent in painting.

However, there are very few teachers in the village's junior high school, and most of them are involved in mathematics. The teacher who praised her for being good at painting actually mainly teaches Chinese and mathematics, and also takes art, physical education and music classes.

English is not taught.

Only when Li Mianmian came here did she realize that there is such a thing as English in the world.

So she didn't dare to tell others that she liked painting.

If she actually doesn't draw well, it would be a small matter to be embarrassed, and I'm afraid she won't have the confidence to continue drawing in the future.

After more than half an hour, Gu Yanci finally woke up.

When he raised his hand and touched the pillow, he knew that the little girl had gotten up.

He first went to wash his face with cold water, then opened the study door and saw Li Mianmian sitting upright at the table.

When she noticed him coming, Li Mianmian hurriedly put something under the book.

When he came closer, he saw her copying words.

"What are you hiding?"

Gu Yanci leaned against the desk, his tall body extremely oppressive.

Li Mianmian buried her head guiltily: "It's nothing."

"Huh? The little girl has learned to lie now?" Gu Yanci reached out and picked up her book, "I taught you..."

His eyes narrowed and his words stuck in his throat.

It was him who was drawn on Li Mianmian's draft paper.

Although it's not very realistic, the characteristics are there and people can tell it's him at a glance.

As a self-taught artist, this painting actually has the meaning of sketch.

Li Mianmian hurriedly tried to cover it with her hands, but Gu Yanci had already picked up the painting before her.

"You... are pretty good at painting."

Gu Yanci looked at it for a long time and asked, "Have you learned it before?"

After saying this, he felt ridiculous.

With her previous living standard, how could she possibly attend an interest class?

Li Mianmian nodded solemnly: "I used to take art classes in school."

Gu Yanci heard Lan Qingwan talk about her previous learning environment and knew that there wasn't even a serious art teacher there. She couldn't laugh or cry and said, "What kind of art class is that?"

Li Mianmian looked at his expression and asked tentatively: "Brother, are you praising me for my talent?"

"Yes." Gu Yanci nodded, "I will talk to your mother when she comes back and sign you up for a hobby class, otherwise it would be a pity."

After a pause, he asked: "Can you give this painting to me?"

Li Mianmian nodded repeatedly: "Brother, if you think it looks good, I will draw it for you every day!"

Gu Yanci put the draft paper into his book and said with a smile, "That's not necessary."

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In the evening, Lan Qingwan had just arrived home from get off work, and Gu Yanci took Li Mianmian's paintings to chat with her.

Lan Qingwan had no idea that her daughter had such a talent. She was so surprised that she must find a good teacher for her.

Two days later, Li Mianmian was taken to see her teacher by her mother. From then on, she went to study painting for two hours every Saturday.

After the first class, Gu Yanci asked her what she had learned in class today.

Li Mianmian showed him what she had drawn in class. On the paper, it was a round duck egg.

It's strange. In fact, this painting is not in a realistic style, but Gu Yanci can tell that this round thing is a duck egg.

"My brother gave me salted duck eggs on my birthday." Li Mianmian asked him, "Am I good at painting?"

"Very good." Gu Yanci pulled out a folder from somewhere, handed it to her and said, "Keep every painting in this from now on."

Li Mianmian carefully put the paintings into folders and placed them in the grid on the desk.
To be continued...