pamper her

Chapter 7 Little girl, she will lie
After eating, Gu Yanci usually takes a nap.

After working the night shift, he fell asleep at [-] o'clock in the morning and it was almost [-] o'clock in the morning. He woke up at [-] o'clock in the morning. He could only sleep for five hours a day, and he couldn't survive without a nap.

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

She got up quietly, opened a gap in the bedroom door, and peeked out secretly.

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

He could have gone home to sleep, obviously so close.

But he promised Lan Qingwan to stay with Li Mianmian, and he really stayed here all the time, almost never leaving.

Li Mianmian said that she didn't take a nap and wanted her brother to sleep in her own bed, but he didn't agree.

He also reasoned with her with a straight face: "boys are not allowed to enter a girl's bedroom, you know?"

Li Mianmian sighed.

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

Oh no.

like a mom.

He was much more earnest and talkative than Lan Qingwan.

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

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

But it seems that there is a whole Milky Way separated, 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 also learned that his relationship with his father is not good.

It is also wild and wild for so many years, but Gu Yanci's ability to take care of himself in life is much better than her.

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 feel hungry, she went to the field to chop potatoes to eat.

During the holidays, she can go to the east house to rub a duck's neck, and the west house to rub a bowl of sweet soup.

Smiling and flattering people have no face or skin, and they can grow up rolling in mud puddles.

Gu Yan couldn't say goodbye.

He is a straight-backed, clean man.

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

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

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

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

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

Li Mianmian released him carefully, then moved to the side to study 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 person was too tall, and the sofa at home couldn't accommodate him at all. Even if the armrests were flattened, his feet still fell out.

Li Mianmian stood up, thinking depressedly, when will she grow to be as tall as him.

Just a short head is fine.

She looked at him with her hips akimbo, and after a while, she turned and went into the study.

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

Li Mianmian didn't do the exercises, but took out the draft paper and continued with the unfinished painting in the morning.

She liked to draw since she was a child, and often picked up a branch and squatted in front of the mud to doodle.

After so many years of painting, it has a decent appearance.

When I was in school, the teacher praised her for her talent in drawing.

However, there are very few junior high school teachers in the village, and most of them are math subjects. The teacher who praised her for her good drawing is actually mainly teaching Chinese and mathematics, and by the way, art, physical education and music classes.

English is not taught.

Li Mianmian did not realize that there is such a thing as English until she came here.

So she dare not tell others that she likes painting.

In case she doesn't paint well, it's a trivial matter to be ashamed, and I'm afraid she won't have the confidence to continue painting in the future.

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

He raised his hand to touch the pillow, and he knew that the little girl had woken up.

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

Realizing that he was coming, Li Mianmian frantically put something XZ under the book.

When he approached, what he saw was that she was copying words.

"Hide what?"

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

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

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

He fixed his eyes, and his voice paused in his throat.

Li Mianmian drew him on the draft paper.

Although it is not very realistic, but the characteristics are all there, and people can tell that it is him at a glance.

Self-taught, this painting actually has the meaning of sketching.

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

"You...you draw pretty well."

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

After speaking, he felt absurd.

With her previous living standard, how could she go to a hobby class?
Li Mianmian nodded solemnly: "I used to take art classes at school."

Gu Yanci heard Lan Qingwan talk about her previous learning environment, and knew that there was not even a serious art teacher there, so he couldn't laugh or cry: "What kind of art class is that?"

Li Mianmian peeped at his expression, and asked tentatively, "Is my brother praising me for my talent?"

"Yes." Gu Yanci nodded, "When your mother comes back, I will tell her and enroll you in an interest class, otherwise it would be a pity."

After a pause, he asked, "Can this painting be given to me?"

Li Mianmian nodded again and again: "If brother thinks it looks good, I will draw 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, as soon as Lan Qingwan got home from get off work, Gu Yanci took Li Mianmian's painting and chatted with her.

Lan Qingwan didn't expect her daughter to have such a talent at all, so she was very pleasantly surprised and said that she would definitely find a good teacher for her.

Two days later, Li Mianmian was taken by her mother to see the teacher. After that, she would go to learn painting for two hours every Saturday.

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

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

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

"The salted duck egg my brother gave me on my birthday." Li Mianmian asked him, "Can I draw well?"

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

Li Mianmian carefully put the paintings into folders and put them in the grid above the desk.

At night, she thought of the pictures she had drawn on the draft paper before, and planned to put those in the folder as well.

However, as soon as she entered the study, she saw that folder was taken down by someone and spread out on the table.

When I got closer, the plastic film inside was torn apart, and the painting was gone.

After searching for a long time, she saw the torn drawing paper under the table.

Except for Li Yan's playful and mischievous nature, it's impossible for his parents to do such a thing.

Li Mianmian's first reaction was to drag Li Yan up from the bed and beat him up.

It's not like she hasn't fought before.

Not only has she fought, she's won often.

Because other people's fights are fights, and her fights are life-threatening.

But this thought only appeared for a moment, and was quickly suppressed by her.

Although it has been almost half a month since she came to this house, the relationship with her parents has long since broken the ice. It can be called very harmonious. Li Yan, the younger brother, is also very kind to her, but this time it was too much.

So no matter what, she didn't want to have a conflict with Li Yan.

Every time her parents teach Li Yanshi for her, they don't actually make her happy.

Maybe she was thinking too much, and she felt that her parents were closer to Li Yan, so she could beat and scold without any scruples.

She knew it was weird and unreasonable for her to think like this.

But she just couldn't help it.

After tearing up the painting, Lin Yan seemed to know that he had done something bad. He could hear the sound in the study room, but it was very quiet today.

After standing in a daze for a while, Li Mianmian didn't rush out to beat him, but quietly got under the desk, picked up the damaged papers, and laid them out one by one in front of the desk lamp.

On this day, Li Mianmian couldn't fall asleep until early in the morning.

The temperature dropped in the middle of the night, and even the chirping of cicadas died down outside.

In the silence, Li Mianmian felt as if he could vaguely hear someone going up the stairs.

She got up and looked at the alarm clock, it was already 02:30 in the morning.

I heard from Lan Qingwan before that Gu Yanci usually gets home from get off work at this time.

After hesitating for two seconds, Li Mianmian turned over and got out of bed, walked through the living room in the quiet night, then opened the door and looked outside.

Not long after, the lights in the stairwell on the floor below came on.

The slender figure came up step by step.

Gu Yanci was wearing a black T-shirt, and his hair was also thick and black.

Looking at it from top to bottom, his whole body is like a mass of thick ink that has been stripped out of this world.

Li Mianmian stepped over the threshold and stood on the stairs staring at him.

Turning the corner, Gu Yanci raised his head to catch her in his eyes, and stopped in astonishment: "Why are you here?"

Li Mianmian pursed her lips and did not speak.

Gu Yanci stepped up in two steps, stood on the lower step of the stairs and rubbed her head.

"Why are you still awake in the middle of the night, what are you doing standing here?"

He stayed up all night and his voice was hoarse.

Li Mianmian was covered by his broad palm, as if he had found a towering tree in a rainy day.

In an instant, grievances rushed to the tip of her nose like a tide, making her eyes burn with soreness.

Before she had time to think about it, she threw herself into Gu Yanci's arms regardless.

Gu Yanci's body was slightly stiff, and she almost threw her back.

He raised his arm and tightly grasped the handrail, put his arms around her and walked up the last step, and patted the back of her head in a random way: "What's wrong?"

"elder brother……"

Li Mianmian called out with a sob in his mouth, tears soaked the thin T-shirt, making Gu Yanci feel cold.

"Li Yan is so disgusting, he actually ruined all my paintings." He heard Li Mianmian sobbing and said, "And every time my parents teach him for me, I think I'm the one who is redundant, I don't care. It should be here."

Gu Yanci twitched hard in his heart.

"Who said you were redundant?"

His throat was choked badly, and his voice was very soft: "Didn't you tell me that you won't let me be alone in the future?"

"..."

The crying stopped abruptly.

Li Mianmian bit her lip tightly.

"Mumu." Gu Yanci sighed with a smile, "You are a little liar."

(End of this chapter)