Falling Heart

Chapter 12
"It's okay to have a big appetite, but you still can't get fat!" Gong Xiaoxiao was heartbroken, "Which window did God close for you?"

Chen Qian carefully looked at Shen Qing's face for a while, and analyzed it seriously: "Of course it's IQ."

Gong Xiaoxiao nodded in agreement, "But she has such a smart face, she shouldn't be easily deceived."

At that time, Shen Qing thought that the two of them were insulting her, but later found that she was really not the same in her studies.

Both Shen You and Li Qinglu are very open-minded, saying that as long as they are happy, grades are not the first, and hobbies are the dominant ones.

Gong Xiaoxiao is particularly envious of her family, and often sighs distressedly: "I hope in my next life I can vote for parents like Qingqing. Unlike my parents, they are either forced to learn piano or dance, and their grades always require age." top hundred."

Chen Qian has a say in this matter. Both of his parents died when he was a child, and it was his grandmother who brought him up through hardships.

"You are the happiest among the three of us, so don't forget the two brothers when you get rich in the future."

Shen Qing patted her chest and promised: "Don't worry, I will definitely be a great painter in the future!"

Gong Xiaoxiao obviously didn't take her words seriously, "Stop making big cakes, what should you do if you can't be?"

"She can still inherit the family business," Chen Qian said slowly, "Uncle Shen and the others sell make-up, don't they make a lot of money?"

"Painting and makeup are essentially for beauty and art," Gong Xiaoxiao looked at Shen Qing with more certainty, "Qingqing, you are talented to inherit the family business!"

Shen Qing had already forgotten the answer at that time, all she knew was that the two of them always talked about being unforgiving, but they both regarded each other as important friends.

And now she is in a strange city, without relatives and friends by her side, and it seems that she has returned to the days when she did not know the two of them.

Lonely, no one dares to approach.

Outsiders think that Shen Qing is as cold and unsocial as she looks, but in fact she likes to complain behind her back.

"My friend isn't here, and I can't find the sketchbook..." Shen Qing felt even more sad when she noticed that the potato chips in her mouth had a salty taste. "The potato chips are still expired."

"Idiot, it's the smell of your tears."

Hearing a snort, she raised her face blankly.

"Why are you crying, I just return the sketchbook to you." Xie Mingchao frowned, what he disliked the most was seeing a girl cry, and the girl in his family often shed tears.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her, "I didn't even cry when you peeped into the men's bathroom."

Shen Qing took the gray handkerchief, wiped it on her face indiscriminately, and said in a muffled cry, "Then what do you want, do you want me to be responsible?"

Xie Ming twitched at the center of his eyebrows, thinking about how to answer, and then heard her sobbing and continuing to say: "I didn't see anything, what I said at the bar entrance before is also nonsense. If you are so fussy, you won't know what I said is true right?"

The guilt he had just raised was extinguished in an instant.

Xie Mingchao said in a cool voice, "Do you still want to go back to your sketchbook?"

She hurriedly raised her eyes, the tails of her eyes were flushed, "Think!"

Shen Qing was afraid that he would go back on his word, and promised: "As long as you return it to me, I will be responsible for you!"

Xie Mingchao: ...

He looked into her wet eyes, his heart beat inexplicably stagnated, and he asked in a mysterious way: "How are you responsible?"

She frowned and loosened her slender eyebrows, showing an expression of resignation to death like a soldier going to die.

"if you do not mind……"

Xie Mingchao thought she would say something like a promise, but the second half of the sentence caused ripples in his calm eyes.

"I will support you as a cow or a horse!"

The tear mole at the end of his eyes twitched slightly, and an inexplicable laugh rolled out of his throat, "Thank you, no need."

Shen Qing lowered her eyes in disappointment, "You've been good enough in this life, and you won't be able to be a bull in your next life."

Xie Mingchao stared at her, "What you mean by being responsible is empty talk?"

Seeing her downcast eyes and struggling to think again, she tapped on the table, "I owe you first, get up, let me go in first."

She got up hastily to get out of the way, expecting him to pull out the sketchbook from somewhere.

Xie Mingchao picked up the stool and turned it over, her sketchbook was glued to the bottom.

Shen Qing watched in astonishment as he tore off the tape and returned the sketchbook to her.

She took it in a daze, "So you are hiding here."

He put the chair back, "Your idea is so clear."

"why?"

"You have clear stupidity in your eyes." He glanced at the handkerchief tightly clenched in her hand, "Remember to return the handkerchief to me after you wash it."

Shen Qing automatically ignored the first half of the sentence, "Your handkerchief looks old, how about I buy you a new one?"

"I just want the old one. I can't guarantee that your sketchbook will be safe without it."

She hugged the sketchbook tightly in fear, "I promise to return it to you intact."

Xie Mingchao cleared the table, lay down on the table, and turned his back to Shen Qing.

"I'm going to take a nap, don't make noise."

Shen Qing fell silent, took out the morning paper and continued writing.

Although he returned the sketchbook to her, the promised set of papers had to be finished.

When she saw the [-]-character composition, she threw away the pen dejectedly.

She had already written a [-]-word self-criticism this morning, and her brain cells had been exhausted.

Shen Qing looked sideways at Xie Mingchao, he was sleeping very peacefully, and he could only hear his shallow breathing when he listened closely.

She felt sleepy just by looking at it, so she yawned and was about to take a lunch break.

Until the head was hit hard, Shen Qing sat up with the back of her head covered, but she was still not fully conscious.

"Xiaoxiao, why did you hit me?"

"See where you are now."

The coolness around her was piercing, she rubbed her eyes and followed the source of the sound.

Shen Qing was almost sitting next to Xie Mingchao. At this moment, almost everyone in the class had come, and they were all gossiping about what was going on in the corner.

She bounced away like an electric shock, "I'm sorry!"

Sensing Xie Mingchao's warning eyes, the others turned around without saying a word.

He was probably angry about getting up, and there was still anger in his eyes, and his voice was low and muffled: "Is your bed at home slanted?"

Shen Qing replied weakly: "No."

"It's a flat table, how did you manage to slide over to me?"

Shen Qing sleeps poorly, but she never thought that sleeping on her stomach can also trigger passive.

She knew she was wrong, and apologized earnestly: "I'm sorry."

Xie Ming drooped his eyes, took out a book and put it between the two tables.

"Don't cross that line now."

Shen Qing silently pulled the stool and sat a little further away, "...Oh."

She secretly observed his desktop, it was very clean and there was no trace of saliva.

Shen Qing heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately she had enough for lunch and didn't dream of delicious food, otherwise Xie Mingchao would have turned the table over.

Probably because Xie Mingchao accidentally approached him during his afternoon nap, Xie Mingchao's air pressure was extremely gloomy throughout the day.

(End of this chapter)