Yes, that's right, but what if I don't want to go back?

"Sixth Brother, I want to eat ice cream."

Yan Hanxi seized the opportunity to change the subject.

He didn't want to go, and He Chen didn't force him, but he gave one of the two remaining ice creams in the bag to He Xiaoguo, who had only licked half of her ice cream, and the other to He Jing, and then said with a faint smile, "That's all."

He Xiaoguo looked up in confusion, delighted by the unexpected double ice cream, but his gaze toward Yan Hanxi held a hint of hesitation. Just as he was wondering whether he should give the ice cream to his brother Xiaoxi who wanted ice cream, He Chen slowly said, "Xiaoguo, if you eat ice cream today, you can't eat it again tomorrow."

He Xiaoguo decisively kept the second ice cream for herself.

Brother Xi is so rich, he can buy whatever he wants to eat. He certainly wouldn't bear to see Xiao Guo without ice cream, right?

He Xiaoguo stared longingly at Yan Hanxi, her dark, grape-like eyes conveying this meaning.

Yan Hanxi: "..."

He Jing: "Pfft."

Regardless of Yan Hanxi's mood, she felt good.

It was so enjoyable to see Yan Hanxi get his comeuppance.

Nice!

After visiting the art gallery, the four of them returned to Racheal's villa.

Racheal cooked the meal himself, while He Jing video-called her mother.

She told He's mother that everything was fine, but He Yi's silent figure cautiously entered the frame. He stood at the door of his room, diagonally opposite the camera, like a beam of black light and shadow.

But his eyes were fixed on the camera, clearly indicating he wanted to come over, yet for some reason he stopped in his tracks.

After chatting with her mother for a while, He Jing smiled sweetly and said, "Mom, is Fifth Brother home? Could you let him answer the phone? I have something to say to him."

Mother He immediately turned around and called He Yi over. He Yi's sullen brows and eyes came into view, and he looked somewhat melancholy. He glanced at the camera awkwardly and then looked away, asking in a hoarse voice, "Are you alright over there? Has He Chen taken good care of you?"

“Of course.” He Jing glanced at He Chen beside her. “Sixth Brother also took care of research.”

He Yi: "Okay, that's good."

His tone suggested he might kill the conversation at any moment.

He Jing knew he was a little disappointed. After all, his mother had specifically chosen He Chen to come with her, but not him, which made his already low self-esteem and shyness even worse. But she didn't try to comfort him. She just asked, "Does Fifth Brother want to talk to Sixth Brother?"

"No." Upon hearing this, He Yi seemed even less able to continue the conversation. "Then I'll hang up."

He Jing immediately called out "Fifth Brother," and then hurriedly asked, "Fifth Brother, how's your painting coming along? Have you had any masterpieces lately?"

some.

But He Yi pursed his lips and remained silent.

His gaze wasn't on the screen, but out of the corner of his eye was He Chen's half-face next to He Jing, smiling broadly, which looked utterly annoying.

He didn't want to show him his work.

Therefore, I don't want to present it to He Jing at this time.

Then, as if knowing what He Yi was thinking, He Chen on the other end of the phone suddenly said, "The clothes should be washed and ready. I'll go hang them up."

He Jing asked, "Fifth Brother, are you listening?"

He Yi then quickly replied, "Yes."

They even shifted their gaze back to the screen.

He finally looked He Jing in the eye, took his phone and went into his room. He took out his latest masterpiece from the drawer. As if by telepathy, He Yi had actually painted an oil painting with a white camellia covering the entire canvas.

He Yi said in a low voice, "My teacher said that if you want to draw illustrations, you have to know a little bit of every style. This is the work I am most satisfied with recently. It is called The Death of the Camellia."