723: C723 Become Brothers with Me

C723 Become Brothers with Me

Ye Er finished her meal and asked the nurse to change the fluid bag. After making sure that her father was fine, she pulled a stool for Enyuv and sat by the window. "Sit down. "

"I don't want to sit. I like to stand. Don't you remember? In the past, when I was painting, I always liked to stand?" What was so good about sitting? He looked up at her while sitting. She could always notice that if she were to sit. . . He stood, and he could always keep his head down. . . But she wouldn't keep looking up. . .

"Enyuv, do you remember that when we first met, you were painting on Wutong Street? To think that I thought you were a poor student. "

"I don't have money. I often have no money on me. "

"Haha, yes, you always pay by card. "

"Look at what you're saying. You were the one who believed that I was a poor student, so I couldn't be bothered to explain. "

"See, you cheated the money of an ignorant girl. How could you bear it? " Ye Er sat on the stool and leaned on the windowsill with both hands. "Enyuv, you like painting so much? The house is so good. I never thought that you would also go there to paint. There is a kind of person who is very happy. What does he like to do? Do what he wants? He treats hobbies as hobbies and hobbies as his career. He can do whatever he wants. . . "

Enyuv said," Yes. " But after he finished speaking, he sighed in his heart. Who said that he treated hobbies as hobbies? Who said he could treat hobbies as his career? Who said he could do whatever he wanted?

It was just that he had coincidentally met her at that time. However, she had said that she would come to pick up paintings the next day. She also said that she would introduce business to him another day. She also said that she would look for him to draw portraits the next time.

However, she had always given him some time to wait there.

However, he was also willing to wait just because of a single sentence from her. Sometimes, he would not see anyone in a month, and sometimes he could see it two or three times a week.

Sometimes, he thought that he really liked painting.

Only when she disappeared did he know that he really liked her.

She asked him if he had ever encountered a situation where he had no way out.

He said that there was no way out. Whether it was himself or someone else, there was a path where there was a foot.

He remembered his confidence and confidence at that time.

But now, he knew that there was always a road ahead of him, because she always made him have nowhere to go. He could only stand where he was and wait for disappointment every day.

He even wanted to come and see her, but he could only find someone to check Jiang Zhao's itinerary. He racked his brain to make sure that he had social gatherings before he could come over. Only then did he think of such a way to not hurt his grandfather. He didn't know how long he could last without hurting the kindness of the Jiang family and the Qin family. He wanted to pass. If he liked someone, he would like them. As long as she was good, she was good. He would be happy.

That was what was written in the books.

But those books were not his life. When he saw her smile in front of other men, he did not feel happy at all.

His grandfather said, Enyuv, just bear with it. His grandfather believes in you. It's just a woman, she will forget.

When he nodded, he used all his strength.

"Actually, I like painting. I like calligraphy. " He stretched out his hand to support himself by the window, looking at the darkening night sky, the brighter the starlight, and the brighter neon lights, and spoke slowly.

Ye Er was lying on her stomach as she listened to Enyuv speak. She liked this kind of feeling. It was as if she had returned to Wutong Street in the past, where the sun shone unrestrainedly. There was a boy whose voice was always like that. It was like spring water in spring, listening and listening. He felt relaxed and relaxed. Even with his eyes closed, he could imagine the spring flowers that filled the mountains and plains. There was no pollution. There was only the fresh air and the faint smell of grass mixed with the pleasant fragrance of flowers.

"I have never seen you draw. You said that you have never grown up in China. Why would you like this kind of thing?"

"Actually, I only like it later on. I like painting, or I like ancient poems. "

. . . "" Ye Er tilted her head and looked at Enyuv. Enyuv lowered his head to look at her. He smiled gently. "Don't you think those poems are very well written? For example, there are trees and branches in the mountains. There are words like 'there is wood in the mountains, and there is wood in the trees. There is wood in the mountains, and there are branches in the mountains. ' For example, 'I am willing to be one with my heart'. These words and sentences were written with a brush. Isn't it especially beautiful? "

Enyuv's eyes were as clear as water, and at this moment, they were filled with water and fog. It was so charming. Ye Er looked at him. Listening to these sentences, she only felt a slight pain in her throat. If she wanted to swallow it forcefully, it was clearly words to express her feelings. Why did each sentence sound so sad? She did not know whether she was happy in her heart or not. Jiang Zhao always said that she was so scary because she was uncultured. However, she also knew how bitter it was.

"Enyuv, it turns out that the book life in your body was influenced by these things. You are so young and small. Don't be so sad. You will suffer from depression. In ancient China, many poet and poet died of depression because they are always so sleepy. "

"I am young. Aren't you younger than me? You are already married, yet you still have the nerve to talk about me? Am I better than you? " Men might not like to be called young from the bottom of their hearts, no matter how old they are, especially the women they like.

"But women mature prematurely. This is based on scientific basis. Generally speaking, a man in his mid-twenties is about the same as a woman in her twenties. You are only a few months older than me? Seriously, if you take mental age into consideration, you are indeed younger than me. "1

Enyuv snorted. "Nonsense!"

Ye Er innocently opened her eyes. " How could I? This is the truth, okay?"

This was the first time Enyuv was so angry that he could not speak. She actually complained that he was young? She actually complained that he was not mature enough? Must Jiang Zhao be that old to be mature? "You already said that it's psychological age. Could it be that I'm very childish?"

"No. " Ye Er shook her head very directly.

"Am I always jumping around like a little kid?"

"No. " Ye Er continued to shake her head.

"Could it be that I am like those children who have not had enough fun picking up girls every day?"

"No. " Ye Er shook her head and felt that she should not answer the question. "I don't know. I need to ask Anan. "

Enyuv couldn't continue talking. If he kept talking, he would be turned into an idiot by this idiot. "Ye Er, did many boys like you when you were in school?"

"Some, but they liked you. Later on, they became brothers with me. "

"Why?"

"Because I'm not a woman anymore. In the end, I even fell in love with my friends. Haha. I'm the type of person who gets cheated on often. " Ye Er felt that she had only learned to soften in these two years. In the past, she was truly a manly woman. No wonder no man liked her.

"Could it be that your friend is cuter than you?"

"Of course not. They are just a little more insidious than me. I am too shameless. I feel that it is immoral to steal other people's suitors. " Ye Er touched her face and sighed. Yun Yeer, your skin is really thin. It is so thin that it is like garlic film. It will break with a touch.

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