Chapter 103

Everything in front of him was blurry, and the figures turned into a large mass of color. He muttered to himself, "What about my relatives and friends?"

"I can decide to spare their lives, but they can escape the death penalty, and besides, suicide is not allowed here. What do you think?"

Green asked him.

"Okay, as long as they are alive."

The teacher closed his eyes and answered.

Green nodded, and the other servants continued to send the teacher away.

Green was about to leave, but he found that there seemed to be a person in the distance.

When the person saw that he had found him, he did not hide or run, but just stood there, and moved a little away, as if he was afraid that he did not see it.

Green walked over.

Cream looked at him.

"Why are you here?"

Green asked, holding his hand.

His hand was a little cold, as if he had been standing here for a while.

"My class is over. I have already learned everything I needed to learn today. The teacher asked me to play by myself, so I came out to find an adult. I asked other people and found out that the adult was here."

Cream took Green's hand and asked, "My lord, did I see something I shouldn't see?"

Green looked at his eyes and his face carefully. There was a little tear glittering in his eyes, like new pearls, and his face was white and rosy, like a spring peach blossom that had just been powdered, pitiful and lovely.

What a beautiful face.

I just don't know if the heart in this chest is the same as this face.

"No."

Green smiled at him and said nothing more.

Cream knew that Green didn't want to continue the topic, so she pulled Green and said, "That's great. Is your Excellency free now?"

"What do you want?"

Green tried to take his hand back, but he pulled it too tightly and couldn't pull it out.

Green had to stand there and wait for his answer.

"I heard that your Excellency was very good at painting. I want to learn painting. Can your Excellency teach me? I think there is no better teacher than your Excellency in the world."

Cream stared at Green with a look full of admiration.

His look reminded Green of a curly white lamb.

Green hesitated and nodded.

"If you really want to learn this, I can indeed teach you, but I have never been a teacher before, and I am afraid my teaching ability will not be very good, and I can't compare to your professional teachers.

Do you really want me to teach you?"

Green stared at Cream and asked.

"I want to be with adults day and night. I hope that any reason can let me stay with adults. I know that there is no one in the world who has a better painting memory than the teacher.

It is my great honor that the teacher can teach me.

I will definitely cherish this opportunity and study hard."

Cream pulled Green and said very seriously.

Green looked at his firm eyes, avoided his eyes that were like a light in the dark night, and replied: "Since you have this idea, then I will accompany you.

After all, learning is a good thing.

You are still so young, I don't want to dampen your spirit, nor do I want you to be hopeless at such a young age. I hope you can pick out what you like most from what you learn.

Sooner or later, you will have to consider what you should do in the future."

Green looked at him, wondering if he would rebel after hearing such words.

He was indeed obedient and well-behaved, a qualified gift. Even if this superficial gentleness was pretended, it could prove his superb acting skills.

He smiled and replied, "I'll consider it."

Green nodded, and the matter was settled.

"So what should I paint now?"

Cream looked at Green and asked.

They were sitting in the studio, with a pile of painting supplies beside them.

This room had not been opened for some time, and there was dust flying inside when it was just opened.

However, after the servants came to clean it, it was much cleaner, and the things were very tidy, as if they had never been used.

"What do you want to paint?"

Green asked him.

"The flower outside the house is very beautiful. I think it will wither soon. I should paint it while it is still there, so that I can see it for a long time in the future."

Cream touched the flowers outside the window with a pen and said.

"I'll paint it for you."

Green looked outside according to his instructions, picked up the brush and dipped it in paint.

He really knows how to paint, so he finished a painting very quickly.

I don't know when Cream stood up and walked to Green's side. Looking at the painting on his drawing board, he praised with a sunny smile: "It's really a treasure in the world."

"That's not the case."

Green was embarrassed by his corny words.

"I heard them say that adults are very good at painting before, and I thought there was at least one point of compliment in this statement.

Now it seems that they just can't express their meaning well, and what they said is not enough to modify the adults' painting by one ten-thousandth."

Cream replied with a smile.

Green didn't plan to continue arguing with him about this.

"You come and draw."

Green stood up and looked at him and said.

"Okay."

Cream sat back with a smile.

When he was about to draw with a pen in his hand, he looked at Green and asked, "Sir, can't you come over and look at me? Standing so far away, how can you tell where I draw well and where I draw poorly?"

These words sounded a bit like a coquettish complaint, like a fragrant, soft, translucent orange candy with a little lemon juice in it.

Green felt like his teeth were about to be soured.

But he didn't think that teaching from a distance was a good idea, so he moved closer.

In a sense, he hoped that the closer the distance was, the other person would be a little quieter, but it didn't go as he wished.

The closer the actual distance between him and Cream was, the farther Cream spoke to him as if they were mentally farther away.

"How about this?"

Cream asked Green after she finished her painting.

"For a beginner, you painted very well."

Green replied.

"It turns out that you still need to keep working hard.

In fact, I wanted to say this before, can you show me where each stroke should fall while I'm painting? I think I'll learn faster that way."

Cream said, blinking and looking at Green.

This request was not excessive, Green nodded in agreement, and Cream smiled happily: "I know that adults are the best to me in the world."

When Green heard him say this, his heart suddenly trembled, and he remembered what he was going to ask.

"Don't you hate me?"

Green asked casually.

Cream looked at him with a burning gaze, and it was unknown whether the gaze was on the drawing paper, the brush, or Green's profile.

"Adult saved my life, I am grateful enough, how can I hate it?"

Cream seemed to be completely unable to understand what Green was saying.

Green glanced at him, and the expression on his face was ignorant, like a young child who was at a loss when facing the beauty of the world. This expression even made Green feel a little guilty.

It was as if Green was polluting Cream by asking such a question. Green

quickly retracted his gaze.

"Really? That's great."

Green answered him.

He just laughed beside him.

Green was distracted. After finishing a painting, he stood up to look at him.

He had also finished a painting, but this one was much better than the previous one, as if he could paint.

Green frowned, feeling strangely that he was being played by him.

Cream looked at Green and immediately realized what Green was thinking. He quickly explained, "I really can't do this. No one has ever taught me this before. It doesn't need to be painted as a gift."

His face flushed and he stood up suddenly, as if he was afraid of being misunderstood.

Green frowned and took a step back, not letting him hold his hand. It seemed that he didn't believe what he said.

"Maybe.

But I've heard from others that if you're treated as a gift, you have to know a little bit about everything, because you have to please the recipient. You don't know what the recipient really likes, so it's best to know a little bit about everything.

This way it's easier to be versatile and collect information."

Green said to him with a cold face.

His hand trembled and he took it back. He was a little scared. He stared at Green intently and said with tears in his eyes, "I'm not like that."

"Today's class ends here. You have other things to do. Go by yourself. I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Green didn't say whether he believed it or not. He just nodded, opened the door and left.

Cream chased him two steps outside, and seeing that he didn't even turn his head, he knew it was useless to chase him, so he stopped and watched Green walk out.

As soon as he blinked, tears rolled out of his eyes like a round pearl. He raised his hand without hesitation to wipe the tear away. When he raised his head again, there was no trace of tears on his face.

If crying was useless, he would not do it again.

At least the current situation could prove to him that crying in a place where Green could not see would not soften Green's heart.

The colors of the world were taken away bit by bit. He felt a suffocating pain sweeping through his brain, like a fish out of water. His heart ached and he staggered.

But he quickly returned to normal.

What he had to do now was to find a way to make himself happy, instead of suppressing himself and huddling in a corner with sighs waiting for mercy.

His past experience taught him that waiting is the most powerful thing that can destroy other people's will.

He didn't want to go crazy just yet.

When he was learning cooking, a servant came over to inform him that Green had issued a new order, and his future learning location would be moved from the mansion to the clan school.

"Then where will I live? Isn't it troublesome to go back and forth every day?"

Cream asked.

"My lord, the young master said that from now on, the young master will live near the school, and there is no need to come back before finishing school. This will save time on traveling back and forth, you can learn more things, and it will be less likely to have accidents on the road.

Everyone can feel at ease."

The servant replied in a low voice.

He didn't know why he felt that the person in front of him was getting more and more fierce, but the expression on Creamy's face had clearly not changed, and he was still smiling like that.

But his smile at this time was particularly different.