Third Master, your painting style is crooked again

Chapter 62 How do you know if you don't try?

"Hmm." Yuan Feiqian responded in a low voice, resting his chin with one hand, lost in thought.

Taking the calendar with some depression, Yuan Feiqian couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that it is not suitable to run away today, so she has to think twice before acting.

The little turtle looked at her and asked, "Are you giving up? Are you not running away?"

Yuan Feiqian said: "I won't run tonight, go to bed first, and talk about it tomorrow night."

I've had enough trouble tonight, the key is not because of her own poor skills, but because of bad luck!

To be met by a father who didn't know when he went out and just came back, such shit luck, Yuan Feiqian felt that it was absolutely inappropriate to mess around tonight!
In case other things happen, you must sleep well!

Yuan Feiqian put away the backpack, ready to change clothes and wash up.

The little tortoise lay there looking at the busy woman and asked, "If they seal the windows, doesn't that mean I can't eat chicken legs with mushrooms?"

Yuan Feiqian gave a hand while changing clothes, and said: "We can eat after we go out."

Hearing this answer, the little tortoise was a little discouraged, lay there and turned his head to look out the dark window and said with emotion: "The world is so boring."

"..." Yuan Feiqian was taken aback for a moment, and then he said, "Then you will stay with us?"

Seeing her go to the bathroom, the little turtle snorted, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here..."

When she came out of the bathroom after washing, Yuan Feiqian heard voices coming from downstairs and the sound of metal colliding.

While wiping her hair, she looked out and saw a truck coming downstairs.

The car is loaded with various metal steel pipes and several workers.

It didn't take much thinking to know that this was to weld the windows for her.

It's just surprising that there are still people so dedicated in the middle of the night.

The little tortoise also poked his head out, looked at the steel pipe shining under the light, and couldn't help asking: "This one seems to be much stronger than the previous wood, can you still dismantle it?"

Yuan Fei squinted his eyes for a few seconds and said, "How do you know if you don't try? I guess there is a difference."

"What's the difference?" The little turtle suddenly became interested.

Yuan Feiqian said: "The difference is the length of time."

As the two talked, they saw that a shelf had been set up downstairs, and someone climbed up with a set of tools in their hands.

Then another person followed, carrying two steel pipes on their shoulders.

Downstairs, there are other workers packing up, and a housekeeper is temporarily supervising the work.

Looking at this scene, Yuan Feiqian suddenly remembered that many, many years ago, or at some point in her previous life, it seemed that someone came to seal her room, and then there was a housekeeper there to point fingers.

But it seemed bright at that time, making her feel really like a bird trapped in a cage.

It was clear that the sun was shining outside and the sky was clear, but she couldn't fly even if she wanted to.

The similar situation now may be because of a life and death experience, maybe because I still have a little turtle by my side, maybe because I am a bold person with high skills, or for other reasons... Yuan Feiqian found that she seemed to be Not as uneasy as before.

As she was wiping her hair, she saw a worker holding an electric drill and starting to drill holes.

Hearing the ear-piercing voice, Yuan Feiqian frowned slightly, and led the little turtle back to the bookcase.

Then a worker was found coming up with a steel pipe and jumped directly into the window.

Yuan Feiqian stared blankly at the figure in overalls, then saw the worker slowly raised his head and smiled at her...

　[Smart young publics, guess who is here? 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)