Chapter 115: Restless Mind
Chapter 115: Restless Mind
Fang Yuenian and Cheng Bing were left in the room, feeling inexplicably... awkward.
Both of them felt a little lost. Fang Yuenian tossed another fruit into her mouth and blinked twice: "Why are you still standing? Sit down."
Cheng Bing seemed a little preoccupied. After he sat down, Fang Yuenian handed him a fruit, but he accidentally bit into it and his eyes stung from the sourness.
Fang Yuenian quickly put down the fruit plate and patted his back, "How about that? I was just teasing you, why did you actually eat it?"
After a moment, Cheng Bing said, "Couldn't you have picked something less sour to tease me?"
Fang Yuenian held back her laughter: "I didn't expect you to eat it. Spit it out, hurry up."
He was filled with regret. He had specifically picked a particularly green one, which he figured would not only taste sour but also very astringent.
Cheng Bing shook her head, endured the pain, finished eating, and spat the pit into the trash can.
"Don't eat too much of this, your teeth will hurt afterwards. What did you have for lunch?"
Fang Yuenian opened her mouth, "Uh..."
He knew something was wrong the moment he saw Cheng Bing's question, and raised his eyebrows: "You haven't eaten?"
"I didn't eat any food, but I ate a raw tomato, and oh, I also ate an ice cream."
Cheng Bing's expression wasn't good. She regretted not asking him about food as soon as they met, and she was also a little angry. She asked, "What do you want to eat? Fried rice? I'll get it for you when I get home..." He was about to get up as he spoke.
“Hey, I don’t want to eat,” Fang Yuenian hurriedly pulled him away. “It’s so late, it’s almost dinner time, and I’m not hungry.”
Cheng Bing looked at him for a long time, then sat up straight and said, "Can you promise me..."
He suddenly stopped halfway through his speech.
Fang Yuenian hurriedly said, "Yes, yes! Eat well. Uh, if I don't feel like eating at home, I'll come to you, okay? You can make me fried rice or noodles, anything is fine."
Cheng Bing couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. Although he still wanted to be more stern, he couldn't stop smiling. He nodded and said, "Mm."
"It's good that people are smiling." Fang Yuenian thought for a moment and said, "Well, I should go back first... I need to find some paint to dye these candy wrappers. Luckily, I haven't thrown away those watercolors yet, so I can take them out and use them."
I bought art supplies according to the teacher's requirements for art class, and only used them a few times to get the assignments done. High school art classes are short anyway, and having too many paintbrushes is considered a sign of a poor student having too many stationery items. Buying good paints would be a waste, but I can always use them to dye candy wrappers.
Thinking of this, Fang Yuenian shook her head speechlessly, "Why can you learn sketching while we have to paint watercolors? Now that I think about it, I really haven't encountered a single course that I like."
The high school's holistic education is undoubtedly excellent, but Fang Yuenian happens to encounter music classes with recorders, art classes with watercolor painting, and physical education classes with a different idea every day. In short, it sounds exciting, but in reality, it's like children playing house, and each one is exactly what gives him a headache.
Cheng Bing joked, "So what do you want to learn, carpentry?"
Fang Yuenian was devastated. "Go ahead and mock me. Anyway, I have nothing to do with these talents."
"How could that be? Weren't you just about to make a painting for me?" Cheng Bing soothed him again. "What else do you need? Glue, or a wooden board and frame for fixing it in place?"
"Well, we can talk about the outer frame later. As for the glue, I have that kind of liquid glue, which should be enough. As for the rest, we'll talk about it when we've thought it through," Fang Yuenian waved her hand. "I'm going home now. I won't take the fruit with me. Remember to take it with you. It's too hot and I'm afraid it will spoil."
"Won't you eat a few more before you leave?" Cheng Bing grabbed his arm as he stood up. "Wait a minute."
"Um?"
"Will you come over tonight?"
When she asked this question, Cheng Bing seemed to hesitate for a moment.
This was a lot of information for Fang Yuenian.
He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, not forgetting his bold behavior just now. He swallowed awkwardly and asked, "Come here...what are you doing?"
"Didn't you want to dye it?" Cheng Bing's eyes clearly showed expectation.
Fang Yuenian: "Tomorrow."
Cheng Bing stared at him for a while, then repeated, "Come over tonight."
Fang Yuenian was a little stunned. Could this be the legendary invitation?
The person in front of him had a serious expression, seemingly devoid of any other intentions, which only made him more nervous.
"Oh, okay, then come for dyeing tonight."
Cheng Bing finally let go and nodded: "Mm."
Anyway, when Fang Yuenian went back, she had basically forgotten about the mess at home, and her mind was full of thoughts about the evening...
Hey hey hey hey! Stop overthinking!
He tugged at his hair and turned into his own yard.
Wang Jing had already gotten up. She seemed to have calmed down a lot, and her hair had been styled again. She was currently tidying up the shovels she had used that morning in the yard.
Seeing her son return, she smiled at him and asked, "You're home?"
Fang Yuenian glanced at her and saw that she looked alright, so she went over to help and casually asked, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
"It looks like it's going to rain tonight. Come over and help me sort things out. Are you hungry?"
Fang Yuenian shook her head, "I'm not hungry."
After putting all the farm tools into the hut, Wang Jing asked her son, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
“Anything is fine,” Fang Yuenian replied absentmindedly at first, then seemed to remember something, “Mom, how about you make me some fried rice? I saw some leftovers in the fridge.”
“Okay,” Wang Jing said with a smile, “I’ll also stir-fry some lettuce for you.”
Fang Yuenian agreed. After entering the house, he washed his hands and went back to his room, locking the door behind him.
Of the bunch of DVDs Li Peixiang gave me, I've only watched two so far. It seems like I'm even less free now that it's a holiday. Before, I could use doing homework as an excuse, but now I can't even go to the carpenter's shop as freely as before.
He went to the bookshelf, stood on tiptoe to reach the discs he had previously tossed into the corner, took them out and looked at the covers. Some explicit scenes flashed before his eyes, and he shuddered, quickly throwing the discs back.
No, no, Cheng Junjun's sudden visit today has shown that the carpenter's shop is indeed not a good place to mess around. Let's not go.
Just thinking about watching the movie with Cheng Bing that day made Fang Yuenian's heart skip a beat. Recalling Cheng Bing's eyes and his hands at that time... he got goosebumps all over his body in the hot weather.
"They've really been quite restrained in this regard, haven't they?" he thought silently, leaning against the bookshelf.
Unlike the boys in my class who were in early relationships and would get handsy around their girlfriends, and would always imply that other boys didn't understand certain things or girls, and even worse, would share their experiences with their girlfriends in explicit and disrespectful language.
Cheng Bing was truly respectful. Even after what happened that day... they only touched each other briefly, and it was Fang Yuenian who initiated it.
The more she thought about it, the more lewd it became. Fang Yuenian rubbed her temples and told herself, "Stop! Stop! Fang Yuenian, can't you stop acting like a hooligan?"
His impure thoughts paused, and he spent some effort finding a box of watercolor paints tucked away in a corner.
Dinner was eaten in small pieces, and Grandma Fang didn't leave her room until evening. When she saw Fang Yuenian, the old lady was still a little uncomfortable.
Fang Yuenian didn't say much, of course. After finishing his meal, he went to take a shower and even brushed his teeth beforehand.
Wang Jing saw this and asked, "Are you getting ready to sleep so early?" After all, he had been washing up before bed all summer.
Fang Yuenian vaguely said no, and then casually swiped the swipe.
When it was completely dark, Fang Yuenian packed up her paints, some small tools like brushes, palettes, and small scissors, and also took a shallow mixing dish. She greeted Wang Jing and went out.
Wang Jing was surprised, thinking that the two children really could get along well, playing together every day during the holiday.
The carpenter's shop already had a lot of tools—knives, tweezers, wire—Cheng Bing brought them all in, whether they were useful or not, waiting for Artist Fang to choose.
As soon as Fang Yuenian entered the room, she found him sitting there with a small milling cutter, working on the hollowed-out part of the bookend. There were also many other things on the table. Looking at him, she could tell he had a very diligent and serious work attitude.
Having suppressed most of her strange thoughts along the way, Fang Yuenian cleared her throat and coughed.
Cheng Bing turned to look at him and smiled: "You're here?"
Fang Yuenian: "Ah."
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Cheng Bing had obviously taken a shower, changed her clothes, and her hair was still slightly damp. She also had a faint scent of shower gel on her body.
Fang Yuenian's mind immediately wandered. She put down what she was holding, bent down from behind without thinking, and kissed Cheng Bing on the cheek. "It's not done yet. What kind of perfect look do you want to make it?"
Cheng Bing smiled and said, "Just wait and see."
Fang Yuenian rested her chin on his shoulder, "Wait, wait, I'll wait as long as you make it."
Cheng Bing turned her head slightly: "Did you eat well tonight?"
“Mmm,” Fang Yuenian quickly said, “That’s great, I ate, took a shower, and brushed my teeth.”
He regretted it as soon as he said it, emphasizing that he had showered and brushed his teeth—why was he doing that?!
After a two-second pause, Cheng Bing surprisingly replied, "Me too."
Fang Yuenian's Adam's apple bobbed, and she involuntarily straightened up.
“Uh, I’ve brought all the paints,” he said, changing the subject as he sat down and fiddled with the things. “I’m going to use this, this, and these four blue ones. I might need to mix them a bit more, but this dark blue is the most important one.”
Cheng Bing looked at his hand and asked, "Can you dye it directly with watercolor paint?"
"I could use a brush, but I could also just dip the candy wrapper into the paint and paint it over... But I'm not that steady with my hand, so I'll stick with a brush."
Cheng Bing nodded. The hollowed-out parts were basically finished, and he stopped working.
"Is it ready?" Fang Yuenian asked. "Let me see."
"No, it also needs a beautiful glaze." Cheng Bing's tone was slightly raised, as if she were asking for credit.
Fang Yuenian couldn't listen to this. She didn't even have time to put down the paint. She grabbed the person's waist and put her hands on it.
"How can you be so good to me!" He brought his face close to Cheng Bing's. "Why don't you be even better to me? You can't interfere when I'm making your handmade painting, so just play a harmonica for me instead. You promised to play it for me before."
Cheng Bing lowered her eyes and looked at him. "It's not impossible."
What are the conditions?
Before Cheng Bing could say what it was, Fang Yuenian mischievously leaned forward and pecked him on the lips, "Is that enough?"
That was far from enough. Cheng Bing pinched his waist and lifted him up a little, whispering, "I'll go first and lock the outside door too."
Fang Yuenian's face flushed red. "Actually, it was already locked when I came in." Author's Note: Thank you to my mentor 9492239 (9492239) for your support! For more exciting content, please leave a message for this book on Liancheng Reading.
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