Chapter 1813

Zhou Muqing didn't know how to persuade him, but the only thing he could do now was to satisfy Kazami's wish to paint.

He took the pen in Feng Jian's hand, "I'll help you."

Fengjian looked at Zhou Muqing in a daze, without moving his position to make room for him.

"Why, why don't you leave?"

He directly pushed Kazami's chair away with his hands, and pushed the person with the chair to the other side of the table.

Seeing that Zhou Muqing was about to write, Feng Jian only realized it, and she stopped him right then.

"Wait a moment!"

Fengjian looked at Zhou Muqing in disbelief, "Do you want to draw?"

Zhou Muqing nodded resolutely.

She couldn't help laughing, this is really a big joke, no matter whether Feng Jian has recovered her memory recently, she has already remembered the days when she was a classmate with Zhou Muqing, he is clearly a handicap, this is only a finger pointing painting.

"You can't draw anything, you can't draw anything, I know it, don't lie to me."

Zhou Muqing looked at her with some dissatisfaction, "Besides, I will treat you with admiration for three days, just wait."

He started to write, and Feng Jian looked forward to seeing the pen move smoothly on the paper. What if he learns to draw later, maybe it will be a surprise later.

Kazami's position just reflected the afternoon sun, which shone on her body through the window.

At first she looked at Zhou Muqing carefully, but then she couldn't help but started yawning, and her eyelids began to sink.

After Zhou Muqing finished drawing, he walked to Feng Jian's side, and gently pushed her body.

"I've finished drawing."

Kazami rubbed his eyes, looking at the painting in front of him, dumbfounded.

Zhou Muqing's painting skills have not improved over the years, and he is still at the level of a primary school student, but it is precisely this kind of painting that is more like a child with a simple heart.

The outline is not so detailed, and the coloring is not so particular. The colors seen in the painting are the colors of the real world, without any artistic processing.

"this……"

Kazami was smiling at first, but after looking at her slowly, he could not help being moved.

She couldn't help but tell the truth, "This really looks like Jian Jian's drawing, much more like mine."

Zhou Muqing smiled, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Feng Jian's eyes, "Then you should be happier."

He proudly looked at his immature paintings, and said proudly, "Look, there is a solution to everything. We can turn back time and draw Jane's childhood paintings again. What else is there to worry about?"

Kazami nodded.

She knew that Zhou Muqing was trying to make herself happy, and it was too difficult to make herself happy now, so she might as well lie to herself.

Just when Zhou Muqing managed to ease Feng Jian's emotions, her cell phone rang suddenly.

The location of the phone was closer to Zhou Muqing. Hearing the sound of the call, he worried that it was a call that would affect Feng Jian's mood.

It just so happened that Feng Jian was sitting, and Zhou Muqing was standing bent over, so he naturally opened his mouth to help her hold the phone.

"Go get it for you."

Feng Jian didn't think much about it, the moment she nodded, Zhou Muqing had already turned around to get her cell phone.

Zhou Muqing picked up Fengjian's phone and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the caller, it wasn't the person he was worried about.

He quickly walked to Kazami's side and handed her the phone.

"It's Qingqing."

Kazami took the phone and unconsciously read out the caller, because they both knew each other.

She quickly answered Qingqing's call, "What's the matter, Qingqing, do you need my help?"