"But your aunt hasn't slept well in the

hospital these days because she has to take care of your uncle Yanxing. I'm very sleepy now and I really don't have the energy to paint with you. Why don't you come to see your aunt after dinner in the afternoon?"

Liang Qingqing's mind was racing, and she finally thought of this reason. While speaking, she rubbed her forehead pretending to be tired to increase credibility.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, Songzi sensibly asked her to go back and rest, and even pursed her lips and muttered, "Doesn't uncle have hands? Why does he need his aunt to take care of him?"

The surroundings were very quiet, and Songzi's words went smoothly into Liang Qingqing's ears. Her pupils locked, and she subconsciously glanced at her room. The door was open, but she didn't see his figure. He must still be squatting.

I don't know if he heard it.

Inexplicably, she felt a little guilty and guilty about using Fan Yanxing as an excuse to fool Songzi.

"Your uncle Yanxing is injured, so he must be taken care of. Songzi, think about when you had a fever and illness as a child, was it your mother who took care of you?"

Songzi thought about it and nodded.

Seeing this, Liang Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief and urged him again: "Go out and play, I want to go to bed."

"Then I'll go find Hutou." Songzi still remembered that Hutou asked him to go up the mountain to find wild fruits to eat. If he could find them and bring some back for his aunt, he would definitely be praised again. Thinking of this, Songzi's eyes lit up and he ran out quickly on his short legs.

Liang Qingqing reminded him of safety issues several times from behind, and only closed the gate when he saw him disappear around the corner, but after closing it, he felt that it was a bit of an oversight, and it seemed that something was fishy, ​​so he opened it again.

After such a hard time under the sun, Liang Qingqing was sweating a little. She sniffed quietly and didn't smell any bad smell, so she trotted towards the room.

After entering the door and locking it, she turned her head and saw Fan Yanxing standing in front of the table, looking down at something.

"What are you looking at?" Liang Qingqing curiously went over and leaned out to see the book she used to teach Songzi to draw on the table. The page that was opened was an unfinished airplane. The black and white lines simply outlined the general outline, and there was no time to draw the details.

When Fan Yanxing saw her coming, he suddenly came back to his senses and asked with a smile: "Did you draw this?"

Hearing this, Liang Qingqing nodded subconsciously, "Yes."

"It's a really good painting."

Fan Yanxing did not hide his admiration. He looked at Liang Qingqing as if he had discovered a rare treasure. He didn't expect that she had a shining point that he had never known before. It was like a veil covering her. As they came into contact with each other, it was gradually revealed from the corners and finally fully revealed. When

he was a child, he also learned to paint simply from the elders in his family. Although he did not learn the essence because his time was occupied by other things, he could also see that Liang Qingqing had a foundation and talent.

It can even be said that she should have studied systematically.

But according to the background of the Liang family, where did Qingqing learn art from a master? Thinking of this, Fan Yanxing cast his eyes on Liang Qingqing and asked directly.

Hearing this, Liang Qingqing's hand trembled as she reached for the notebook. Her heartbeat, which had long since calmed down, now beat faster and faster. She lowered her eyes, concealed all her emotions, slightly curled her lips, and said vaguely: "How can it be considered as learning from a master? I just liked to run to the cowshed when I was a child... My parents didn't know."

Hearing this, Fan Yanxing was stunned for a moment, and then did not ask any more questions.

He knew about the turmoil of that era. Many well-known figures in various industries were sent to cowsheds across the country, and no one was allowed to contact them at will. Qingqing might have gone there by chance to secretly learn for a period of time, so she developed such a good skill.

It's just...

"Don't tell anyone that you went to the cowshed when you were a child."

"I'm not stupid. I won't tell anyone."

Seeing that he didn't doubt the truth of her words, Liang Qingqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. A trace of regret flashed through her mind. How could she forget this! At first, she drew a few cats and dogs to appease Songzi. Then, seeing that her family didn't react in particular and only praised her for her talent, and Songzi chased her to learn other things, she relaxed her vigilance.

Who knew that Fan Yanxing would see her paintings today? He is not as easy to fool as the Liang family.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and gave a reason that was difficult to trace, and Fan Yanxing didn't ask any more questions, otherwise she wouldn't be able to explain it even if she had ten mouths. It seems that she should try to hide these things in the future.

"So what you mean by telling me is... I'm not someone else?"

Liang Qingqing was still immersed in the mood of "surviving a disaster" when the man in front of her put his hands on the table and held her in his arms. The distance between the two of them became ambiguous again. Her waist was against the edge of the table, and her entire upper body leaned back.

Only then did she realize that the words she had just said subconsciously were simply too ambiguous, especially after they rolled around in his mouth. Obviously, that was not what she meant, but it became more like teasing him deliberately.

Liang Qingqing's face flushed with embarrassment.

Before she could think of how to answer, Fan Yanxing leaned down, his nose slid across her cheek, his deep eyes staring at her closely, and asked, "Qingqing, who am I then?"

Liang Qingqing's eyelashes trembled as soon as he finished speaking. She had never expected that Fan Yanxing was still thinking about seeking an identity for her. He brought up the topic that they had been interrupted by Songzi before. She knew that if she didn't give him a definite answer today, she would never be able to leave the room.

"How should I know?" At this moment, she decided to play dumb for once.

Fan Yanxing almost laughed at her. He raised his eyebrows and spoke in a light tone, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry: "Who said just now that he didn't sleep well because he was taking care of me? Now you are pretending not to know me?"

He really heard it!

Liang Qingqing bit her lip, her eyes wandering. She was too lazy to play Tai Chi with him anymore, so she just gave up and muttered in a low voice, a little embarrassed: "Hey, didn't I promise you?"

The room suddenly became very quiet. She knew that he must have heard it.

After a long time without hearing a response, Liang Qingqing raised her head carefully, wanting to see his reaction, but she was caught off guard and bumped into a pair of deep eyes, which were filled with surging tides and seemed brighter than the stars in the summer night.

He suddenly laughed, his face showing obvious joy. He buried his clearly defined jaw in the crook of her shoulder and leaned close to her ear, forcing her to give a clear answer: "Qingqing, what do you promise me?"

His low, hoarse voice contained an irresistible temptation that plucked at her heartstrings again and again.

She only felt a heat drilling deep into her ears, her brain went blank in an instant, and it seemed as if a dancer was dancing on the tip of her heart. She didn't know why, but she couldn't bear to say anything that would disappoint him. After thinking for two seconds, she finally raised her hands and climbed onto his back, softening her voice and saying, "What else could it be? Of course... I promise to date you."

The sweet and coquettish words seemed to ignite the last line of defense in Fan Yanxing's heart. His eyes sparkled with a faint red, and his breathing began to become disordered. The three hot words "date" burned away his reason, and his lips kissed the tip of her red ear.

Liang Qingqing didn't expect him to do this suddenly. Ears have always been one of the most sensitive parts of the human body. She shuddered and raised her hand to touch it out of habit, but he held her hand.

"Target."

He raised his head and murmured the word.

His handsome face was filled with ecstasy that he had never seen before, and his deep facial features became bright. It was the first time that Liang Qingqing saw him smile so happily. She was dazzled by his good looks and swallowed her saliva. She also laughed, but she couldn't laugh for a while.

Fan Yanxing first held her rosy face, his thin lips lingered over her forehead, nose tip, and finally landed on her lips. The man's breath was very hot, entangled with her breath, and it was inseparable. Unlike the previous confusion and youth, this time he seemed to have found the trick, and he kissed her lips slowly, rubbing them, and soon she couldn't help but grab his collar.

His lips kept moving, and his palm clasped the back of her head, pulling her closer to him so that he could kiss her deeper, and the other hand tightly held her waist. The two of them were pressed together, and if he hadn't supported her, she would have fallen to the ground.

She wanted to dodge to the side, but he grabbed her back. The next second, her teeth were opened unconsciously by his action. The sound made the hormones in the air spread more recklessly.

A strange feeling jumped in her heart. She grabbed the fabric on his body with her fingertips and slowly clenched it into a fist. Soon, she was defeated.

Some tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes. It seemed that she couldn't breathe. She had no choice but to try to dodge backwards. Her slender white neck bent back in an elegant arc. He kissed her and gave her a break, but he straightened her up again after a while and kissed her slightly swollen lips again.

Bastard!

*

The sky darkened, and the Liang family members who had been busy all day returned home one after another. Ma Xiuzhi went back to the kitchen as usual and got busy. When she came out to pour water, she ran into Liang Qingqing who came out of the room.

"Mom, do you need help?" The blush on Liang Qingqing's face had not completely dissipated. When she spoke, her voice was soft and thin, as if she was a little uncomfortable.

Ma Xiuzhi was busy cooking and did not notice Liang Qingqing's abnormality. She shook her head directly, "Just a few home-cooked dishes, I can do it by myself."

Liang Qingqing nodded and sat on the wooden chair. She noticed two figures not far away, and immediately clenched her back teeth, staring at the back of the figure who was talking to Liang Junqiang with anger in her eyes.

Facing Liang Qingqing's sharp eyes, Liang Junqiang felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, even though they were not directed at him. He first looked at her, then at Fan Yanxing, who was in high spirits and smiling all the time.

The two people's states were completely different.

After hesitating for a moment, Liang Junqiang couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Did you make Qingqing angry?"

Hearing this, Fan Yanxing turned his head and glanced at Liang Qingqing. When the latter saw him looking at her, she turned away angrily, as if she didn't want to see him.

Sure enough, she was still in a bad mood.

"No." He didn't want to tell others about what happened between the two of them, not even Liang Junqiang.

"..."

Liang Junqiang, who witnessed the whole process, didn't believe what Fan Yanxing said, but he wasn't the type to get to the bottom of things. Liang Qingqing wasn't angry with him anyway, so it wasn't his fault.

Thinking of business, Liang Junqiang's expression became more serious, "I heard from the captain that someone from the county will come to hold a science conference tomorrow, so we don't have to go to work in the afternoon."

Hearing this, Fan Yanxing's eyes flashed, and he smiled faintly, "Isn't that great?"

"Yeah, what I wanted to say is, didn't you ask me to accompany you to Taoshan last time? If it ends early tomorrow, let's go tomorrow?" Not having to work and still being able to get work points is certainly a great thing.

Thinking of something, Liang Junqiang explained a little embarrassedly: "Originally, we had an appointment on the day of vacation, but my wife reminded me at noon that I have to accompany her to visit her parents' home during this vacation, so I guess I won't be able to spare the time then."

If it hadn't rained heavily, he would have accompanied Huang Shumin back to her parents' home, but things are unpredictable, who could have thought that such a change would happen?

"Okay, then we'll go up the mountain together after the meeting tomorrow." Fan Yanxing thought of Liang Qingqing's rare look when eating peaches, so he wanted to solve the problem of peaches in Daping Village as soon as possible.