PPS Chapter 39

Chu! Zhao! Yi!

Chu Zhaoyi had never received formal education, not even the pre-art exam training.

He relied solely on his own self-taught, unorthodox methods.

Professor Qin brought him to the office and taught him step by step.

At first, Chu Zhaoyi was a little unhappy and wanted to go home, but later he became immersed in listening.

One taught happily and the other listened intently. After two hours, they both felt refreshed.

On the other hand, in Chu Zhaoyi’s chat app, Gu Yusen had sent dozens of messages without a reply, making him anxious and running around in circles. Finally, he carried lunch and knocked on Professor Qin’s office door with a dark face.

“Chu! Zhao! Yi!” Gu Yusen didn’t care that Professor Qin was still there, grabbed the young man’s ear and reprimanded him fiercely.

“Why didn’t you answer the phone!”

Professor Qin now regarded Chu Zhaoyi as his own son, and was naturally unhappy to see this scene.

“Let go of him, what are you being so fierce for? We chatted for a while and didn’t look at the phone, so what!”

Chu Zhaoyi nodded like a chick pecking at rice. Brother Sanmu was so fierce that he didn’t dare to speak, only daring to be grabbed by the ear obediently.

“Professor Qin, it’s already half past twelve,” Gu Yusen sighed, and glared at the young man who was starting to struggle, relying on someone for support.

He let go of his hand.

Actually, he didn’t use much force.

How could he dare? If he used a little more force, he didn’t know how many roses he would have to use to coax him later.

Professor Qin glanced at the time and felt inexplicably guilty, clearing his throat. “Ahem.”

“Ayi’s health isn’t very good, he needs to eat on time and take it slowly. And you also know his special situation. I didn’t see him at the agreed time and place, and he didn’t reply to any messages, making me worried to death.”

Professor Qin felt even more guilty.

“Ahem, next time, next time pay attention. Let’s eat, let’s eat first.”

Chu Zhaoyi didn’t care what they were saying. When he was hungry, he used his little dirty hands to rummage through the Xianpin Pavilion bag.

“Chu Zhaoyi! Go wash your hands, look at the paint on your hands, you dirty child.”

“Okay…” Chu Zhaoyi was still very obedient, and obediently stood up to wash his dirty paws. Just now they had combined theory with practice, so his hands were naturally not clean.

Professor Qin also touched his nose and went to wash his hands.

Gu Yusen looked at the backs of the old and the young and always felt that Professor Qin was unreliable. With the temperament of an old urchin, it would be bad if he spoiled Ayi.

Fortunately, he had asked Xianpin Pavilion to send some more over at noon for emergencies, which was enough for the three of them to eat. After he knew that Chu Zhaoyi was with Professor Qin, he had specially gone to the supermarket to pack a few more dishes.

While the old and the young were washing their hands, Gu Yusen set out the food and beckoned them to come and eat.

As he ate, he felt a little sad. Thinking about the happy days he used to have, at this time he should have enjoyed a delicious meal and taken a nap, or played games or basketball with a few friends.

But now.

He had become a nanny.

Gu Yusen’s eyes fell on Chu Zhaoyi, and he always felt that his carefree days seemed to be gone forever.

The old and the young didn’t know what Gu Yusen was thinking, but they were happy to eat.

After eating, Professor Qin saw that Chu Zhaoyi was packing his things, and couldn’t help but take the painting Chu Zhaoyi had brought today and brought it to Gu Yusen.

“Have you seen this child’s paintings?”

Gu Yusen nodded, “I’ve seen them.”

“Don’t you think there’s something wrong with them?” Professor Qin looked serious.

Gu Yusen frowned. In his heart, his young man was naturally good in every way.

“It’s so beautiful.”

Professor Qin choked, glanced at him speechlessly, and tried to guide him.

“What about other things, like the emotions expressed?”

Gu Yusen looked left and right, but couldn’t see anything.

Professor Qin looked at the painting he was holding, which was composed of black lines and red paint.

So, in your eyes, it’s all just decoration?