Chapter 103: Right hand on left chest, ask yourself.
As evening fell, barbecue grills, deck chairs, and small dining tables were set up along the shore of Fangjia Bishui Lake, all neatly arranged around the lake, with countless delicacies and drinks filling the tables.
Professional chefs will come to grill for the guests attending the lakeside party. If guests are interested, they can also grill themselves and receive professional guidance from Michelin-starred chefs.
The atmosphere was great, and Fang Ke and his friends occupied several deck chairs and relaxed leisurely.
Fang Yiling sat down next to her. Instead of lying down, he took out his notebook and continued to write and draw.
Only then did he notice that it was getting dark and turn on the desk lamp beside him.
"It's so dark, don't bother writing down your equations. You can continue tomorrow, it won't hurt."
Fang Yiling shook her head. "I wasn't writing any equations."
Fang Ke curiously looked at his notebook and asked, "What are you writing?"
Fang Yiling turned the notebook around, revealing a sketch. She blinked and asked, "Does it look like you?"
Fang Ke: "..."
Only after looking at the tangled lines on the top from left to right could one barely make out a human shape.
"Kid, are you a student of Picasso?"
Fang Yiling, "Don't you like it?"
Fang Ke took a deep breath and said, "Tear it off and swallow it now, and I can pretend this never happened."
Fang Yiling was puzzled, "Why don't you like it? I used some techniques..."
"Technique my ass! Look at it yourself, does it look good? Do you really think you're an art master? This painting supposedly shows how different the mountains look from different angles, and how different the views are from different distances and heights?"
Fang Yiling felt a little aggrieved after being yelled at. He said, "Look, you can see the face shape from all eight directions in this picture."
"What the hell am I supposed to see!"
"Let me see it, and I'll uphold justice."
Zhao Qi, who was lying next to Fang Yiling, was disturbed by the noise and reached out to snatch Fang Yiling's notebook.
He twirled the notebook around a few times, exclaiming sincerely, "Your brother's work is truly a miracle! His abstract thinking and artistic talent are so profound that they reach my very core. I've never seen even scribbles drawn so fluently."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Ke slapped him across the face, saying, "How dare you speak to my brother like that?"
Fang Ke has always been protective of her own; she can complain, but others absolutely cannot.
Zhao Qi covered his bright red forehead, his eyebrows drooping instantly, and he said timidly, "I'm also half a 'brother,' so why isn't my senior sister nicer to me?"
Fang Ke exclaimed in surprise, "Have you no shame, Young Master Zhao? How old are you? How old is he?"
Zhao Qi picked up his phone, "Hello, is this the police station? I want to change my age to be younger, yes, ten years younger is fine..."
Fang Ke: "..."
"Why don't you just change back to your mother's womb?"
Their playful banter was surprisingly relaxing, a rare moment of leisure amidst their busy schedules.
However, not long after, an uninvited guest arrived.
Fang Yefan looked tired and stared at Fang Ke and Zhao Qi from a distance for a long time with a complicated expression.
He then turned and left. Just as Fang Ke was about to praise this guy for having some self-awareness and not coming up to make a fool of himself, he saw Fang Yefan come to them a few minutes later, carrying a tray full of barbecue.
The tray was placed on the small table to Fang Ke's right, and Fang Yefan sat down in the chair next to her.
Fang Ke: "..."
Fang Yefan remained silent for two minutes, then surprisingly pushed the tray towards Fang Ke.
"Want some? This chef's cooking is quite good."
Zhao Qi sat down on Fang Yiling's recliner, looking coldly at the uninvited guest.
Fang Ke said, "Just say what you have to say. We're at the Fang family's house today, so I won't lay a hand on you."
Fang Yefan: "..."
Fang Yefan's face still felt like it was burning, and the thought of it made him angry.
"You really have the guts to do that."
Fang Ke has a set of special talking points for dealing with this kind of person.
“Raise your right hand and place it on your left chest, and ask yourself the same question.”
As expected, Fang Yefan fell silent again. He recalled how he had hit Fang Ke in a fit of anger and disappointment, as well as the words Wu Cong had said to him.
Fang Yefan took a breath. "Okay, let's not talk about that. Mom just called me into the study and gave me a lecture. She said I was rude to you and didn't act like a proper older brother. How about we make an agreement? From now on, in the Fang family home and in front of Mom and Dad, we'll still act like brothers."
Fang Ke took out her sunglasses and put them on her face, directly blocking his annoying face.
Fang Yefan:
"Four words and one word, which do you want to hear first?"
Fang Yefan instinctively knew there wouldn't be a response he wanted to hear, "...Can't you just say yes or no directly?"
"no."
"...Then say four words first."
"Shameless..."
"Okay."
Zhao Qi helped Fang Ke finish the sentence, saying, "Shameless."
Fang Yefan: "...Do you even have the right to speak, Zhao Qi?"
Zhao Qi smiled and said, "I'll do whatever you say, senior."
Fang Yefan rolled his eyes. "Are you possessed by a nightmare?"
Fang Yiling immediately put what she had learned into practice, saying, "Ask yourself the same question."
Fang Yefan: "..."
Fang Yefan felt like his liver was about to explode after talking with the three of them.
He scoffed, "Then what's the last word? It's not 'get lost,' is it?"
Fang Ke snapped his fingers. "Bingo, but you still have to get out."
Fang Yefan: "..."
Fang Yefan stood up abruptly and said coldly, "I really didn't need to bother looking for you."
Fang Ke suddenly said, "Wait a minute."
Fang Yefan took two steps, then turned back with a cold laugh, "What, have you had a change of heart? You know you still can't let your parents worry?"
Fang Ke pointed to the tray on the table and said, "Take your rations with you."
"Rations..."
"I'm afraid you'll poison me, since you hate me so much now."
Fang Yefan suddenly turned around in a fit of anger and grabbed her arm, "Do you know how much people hate you now?"
Zhao Qi stood up instantly, and Fang Yefan looked at him sarcastically, "Why are you so nervous? Are you afraid I'll hit her? Even if I did hit her, it's a brother disciplining his sister, what right do you have to interfere..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Ke slapped him shut up.
"That's acceptable!"
Fang Yefan looked like he was going crazy.
Fang Ke shrugged. "Sorry, sorry, I have PTSD and can't help it. When you make that gesture, I think you're going to hit me again."
Fang Yefan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he froze.
His expression changed several times before he finally released Fang Ke's arm, turned around, and left with his food rations.
Fang Ke saw him throw the tray in his hand into the trash can in a fit of anger, and shake his head, "Not only is it wasteful of divine gold, but it's also a waste of food, deduct 100 points."
Zhao Qi: "..."
Zhao Qi looked at the other person's back with a cold expression. Fang Yefan's two questions had made him very unhappy.
Yes, he currently lacks an identity to stand by Fang Ke's side.
But when he looked down at the woman who was stretching and looked impeccable, he felt a little helpless. Perhaps Fang Ke didn't need it right now.
Fang Yiling quickly sketched several people in her notebook; this time it was a true sketch.
The four people in the picture are lying down, sitting or standing, and their expressions are vivid and lifelike, full of charm.
After Fang Yiling finished drawing, she was probably somewhat satisfied and signed a "D" in the lower left corner.
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