Chapter 211: Silk scarf

Translator: Atlas Studios    Editor: Atlas Studios

Meng Chuyuan finished dealing with the accidental dipping of the brush in the wrong paint, replaced the color, and completed the rest of her drawing.

Seeing that Meng Chuyuan was drawing so seriously, Lu Qianling glanced at her drawing board. The upper half was the sky, and the bottom two sides were of the green plants and flower beds that filled the courtyard. In the middle, there was a path that led to the gate, it started off wide and became narrower towards the end.

She asked in confusion, “Why are you drawing this?”

Meng Chuyuan: “To pass the time.”

There was no sun today. A faint layer of dark clouds covered the sky. The treetops in the courtyard swayed with the breeze. Perhaps because of the weather, the overall lighting seemed gloomy, making the people watching the scenery feel somewhat down.

However, when the scenery in front emerged in Meng Chuyuan’s drawing board, the scene seemed to be set in midsummer. The sun shone brightly, and the green leaves were lush. The figures of butterflies could be seen in the flowerbed.

Lu Qianling first observed Meng Chuyuan’s painting, then raised her head to look at the real scenery in front of her. The proportions drawn were exactly the same, and there was no change in the position from the reference, but she could see the scenery of a different season on the drawing board.

“You’re really godly.” Lu Qianling’s eyes widened in shock, and there was a hint of admiration in her tone. “With such a gloomy sky in front of you, you can actually manage to paint it as a sunny day?”

Meng Chuyuan raised her eyebrows without batting an eyelid and said softly, “Why not?”

She did not necessarily pursue realistic painting. Instead, she focused on cultivating her state of mind. It was common for her to draw night in the day and it was not difficult for her to draw different seasons.

Lu Qianling moved closer to her and whispered in Meng Chuyuan’s ear, “I’m very curious, what did you do in the past?”

“I was studying in school, just like you.”

“…” Lu Qianling asked, “Other than that, did you have anything else to do?”

When Meng Chuyuan heard this, she lowered her eyes slightly. Her expression was a little gloomy as she said softly, “No.”

Lu Qianling exclaimed and said regretfully, “What a pity.”

…

When it was almost evening, Meng Chuyuan finished the painting. Seeing that Lu Qianling liked the painting, she gave it to her.

Lu Qingye did not work overtime tonight. He arrived home around seven o’clock. At that time, Meng Chuyuan was still cooking in the kitchen while Lu Qianling was sitting in the living room playing with her phone.

When she saw Lu Qingye enter the house, Lu Qianling subconsciously turned off her phone and hid it behind her back. She looked up and smiled as Lu Qingye walked over. “Big Brother, you’re finally back.”

“Class starts tomorrow. Why are you back?”

Lu Qianling pouted and said unhappily, “You said yourself, class starts tomorrow. Can’t I go home during my weekend off?”

Before it was time for dinner, Lu Qingye chatted with his sister in the living room for a while and asked about her recent situation in school. Of course, he also started to dig up old scores with her and educate her about the last time she skipped class for no reason.

Lu Qianling knew that she could not avoid it. After ending this ideological education, she felt that she could not just let herself suffer. At the same time, she complained in front of her brother and told him about Lu Jinsen spreading rumors that he had been chased out of the room.

To show her sincerity, Lu Qianling even raised her hand and swore, “I’m really not gossiping. It was Second Brother who took the initiative to tell me.”

“…” Lu Qingye’s face was expressionless.

He tilted his head and looked at the busy figure in the kitchen. His eyes suddenly sank…

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Lu Jinsen had been working diligently these past few days. He left early and returned late every day. He ended work earlier tonight and arrived home before nine o’clock.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw Lu Qingye walking down the stairs with one hand in his pocket. His deep voice could be heard in the quiet living room. “You’re back?”

“Yeah.”

Lu Qingye walked to the living room and poured a cup of hot water for Lu Jinsen.

Lu Jinsen was stunned when he saw him pass the glass of water over. He was stunned for a few seconds. After confirming that the glass of water was for him, he reached out to take it.

He looked up and said, feeling flattered, “Thank you, Big Brother.”

Lu Jinsen held the glass with both hands and warmed his stiff hands first. When the water was cooled down, he picked it up and took a sip.

Just as he felt some warmth, he suddenly heard Lu Qingye’s cold voice beside his ear. “I signed you up for a cooking class. I’ll send you the address later. If you’re free, report in for class.”

Lu Jinsen’s mind buzzed as he looked at him in shock. “Cooking class?”

Did he hear wrongly?

Lu Qingye: “Yes.”

Lu Jinsen had just finished his work and was about to rest for a few days when he heard Lu Qingye sign him up for a cooking class.

“No…” Lu Jinsen put down the cup in his hand, his eyes filled with deep confusion. “Why?”

“Look at how free you are.”

When Lu Jinsen heard this, he almost panicked. “How am I free?!”

Ever since he accepted that pastoral variety show last month, he had basically not been idle. All kinds of work came knocking on his door, and he had finished a life-time’s worth of work.

Not long after, he automatically compromised with Lu Qingye. “Alright, I’ll report for class tomorrow.”

“And watch your mouth.”

Lu Jinsen: “…”

At this moment, Lu Qianling was hiding in a corner, watching the scene with schadenfreude. After Lu Qingye went upstairs, she walked out openly and clapped her hands happily.

She came to Lu Jinsen’s side and circled around him, smiling happily.

“What are you laughing at?” Lu Jinsen looked at her with disdain.

Lu Qianling made a face at him, and the smile in her eyes did not diminish at all. “Why do you care why I’m happy?”

After returning to the bedroom, Lu Qingye went straight to the cloakroom and prepared to take a shower with his clothes.

As soon as he walked in, he saw his suitcase on the ground. Meng Chuyuan had taken out the clothes in the suitcase and placed them neatly aside.

When Lu Qingye saw her squatting on the ground and helping him tidy up, he suddenly felt a little unaccustomed.

“I’ll do it.”

He walked over and was about to squat down when Meng Chuyuan suddenly took out a palm-sized gift box from his luggage.

Meng Chuyuan saw that the design of the gift box was quite exquisite, but she did not hold it firmly. The box fell and opened automatically.

“What’s this?” Meng Chuyuan happened to see Lu Qingye appear. She looked up at him, her hands not stopping as she packed his luggage for him. When she touched the gift box, she lowered her eyes and saw that there was a lady’s scarf inside.

Meng Chuyuan raised her eyes slightly and said calmly, “So it’s a scarf.”

“…” Lu Qingye was stunned for a moment, and a trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

Originally, he wanted to find an opportunity to give it to her. Now, Meng Chuyuan had discovered it herself. Not only was the surprise gone, but from her tone, she seemed to have misunderstood something.

Meng Chuyuan quietly put the scarf back into the box. Just as she was about to cover it, Lu Qingye suddenly squatted down in front of her and subconsciously grabbed her wrist.