"Does my brother hate me?" Ye Shuimo is very depressed. Her brother's appearance that day was obviously not good enough. She was blamed for doing too much.
Ding Yi took her hand and sat down. "I know that ink painting is not such an unreasonable child. Can you tell my mother what happened?"
Ye Shuimo hesitated for a while, but still told the truth in the other side's gentle eyes, "brother is very tired, I just want to use this way to let him rest longer."
After the huge potted plant, ye Miao listens quietly. His slender fingers are still pressing on the keyboard. There are all kinds of flower fragrance in his ear. They are rich, elegant and fresh.
After confessing with her mother, ye Shuimo is a little more relaxed. She can't hold back things. These days, she is sad and suffering.
It's nearly eleven o'clock. She's ready to go upstairs. Ye Miao is going to go downstairs. They both look at each other and stop at the same time.
She wanted to run again, and her pace was faintly backward, and she wanted to hide somewhere else, at least better than it is now.
"Stop."
Already to the pace of running hard to stop, do not want to let the other side see their own timidity, so they cover up with arrogance.
"Why, I'm busy."
After that, she thought that the tone was too bad. My brother must be more angry, because he was upset, he also looked up at each other.
She was surprised that her hair was gently touched and her warm, dry hand just brushed her earlobe.
"There's dirt." Ye Miao twists a small dead branch between his fingers.
She blushed. "Thank you."
"Go to bed early. If you don't wake up before I leave home tomorrow, I'll pull you up myself."
Looking at the back of the latter's leaving, ye Shuimo blinks. Is this the other party's active reconciliation? A great joy came out. Although she could not see the figure, she still said in a loud voice: "brother, come on! You are the best
"What's the best?" Ye Chuqing happened to pass by and asked.
"Nothing." Ye Shuimo runs upstairs quickly.
In the study, ye Miao laughs and picks up a piece of information. After reading two pages, he stops his sight and closes the information. Forget it, it's better to be conscious than to be concerned by that kind of little guy in a special way. Today is it.
There is only half a month left in the summer vacation. The next semester is the last semester of senior three. However, the Ye family did not put pressure on the only senior three students in the family. Therefore, ye did not read those books once.
"School Garden Festival? Is everyone going to attend this time? "
"Yes, the teacher said that because it was the last semester, the whole class had to take part in it. You don't know, some students have already prepared to go abroad, so they delayed the departure time for the school festival. Please don't be late at 4:00 p.m."
In the afternoon, the school gate is very lively, immersed in more than a month of School Park Festival and lively. As soon as ye Shuimo got off the bus, he saw her classmates, who also waved to her.
"Uncle Wang, you can go back first, so you don't have to wait for me. I'll go back in a taxi later."
In the class, the number of students is unexpectedly complete. Many art students who have not seen much in a semester have also appeared. Many faces are more and more delicate because of plastic surgery. The beautiful men and women in the room are only painted with light make-up.
"Ink wash, do you think of any good programs?" Very beautiful female students came to ask her, this response, there are many girls around.
Girls are like this. They don't like to stay with the same-sex people who look better than themselves, but those who are less attractive than themselves can be kind-hearted. Even the most difficult girl in this class is usually very kind when they meet Ye Shuimo.
"I don't know, or I'll do Taekwondo to cheer up?" Ye Shuimo.
This said that other girls also joked, some said they would perform ballet, some said they would perform piano and guzheng, and others would perform opera.
"Students, how was your summer vacation?" Class teacher came in, the scene atmosphere is still very warm, no usual need to abide by the classroom discipline, students are very high mood.
"This blood Festival is a little different from other festivals. The show to be performed is decided by drawing lots, while the content of the ticket drawn by the teacher is fashion show."
"Fashion show? Girls are eager to try, who does not want to leave a beautiful impression before graduation, everyone's family is not short of money, as long as they worry about whether they will bump into their shirts
"Wait a minute, kids. I hope you can change the style of your clothes and integrate your own ideas in this fashion show. These are two big points."
"Teacher, we don't like it any more." Boys protest collectively, but the number of girls in the class is the largest, so many beauties stare, the boys have to stop.
Fashion show? Ye Shuimo thought as she walked out of school. She remembered that her aunt's style seemed to be very suitable for fashion shows. Her mother's clothes were generally simple and clean, but her aunt's clothes were hot.
"Ink painting"
say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive, Ao Xue sits in the sports car, takes off the sunglasses and waves at her."Aunt."
Ao Xue gets off the car, a red suit, waist is very narrow, very good figure. As soon as she saw Ye Shuimo, she frowned, "what are you wearing?"
"Me?" Ao Xue bowed her head, a Chanel skirt and sandals on her feet. She thought it was OK.
"Your taste." Ao Xue disdains her face and thinks it's no wonder that Ding Yiyi grew up in ordinary people since childhood. Even if she has already gone to the branches and changed into a Phoenix, her taste is in her bones. Where is so easy to change.
"By the way, auntie, what do you think is a good dress for the show?"
"Show? I think you should treat your face better. " Aoxue stuffed several information books to her, "I told you at that time that I would take you to plastic surgery when I was an adult. Now you can go back and see what kind of face you like." She nodded her ink nose. "The most important thing is to talk to your parents. You have to do it."
Ye Shuimo turned over the plastic surgery manual in his hand and touched his cheek, "is it really so bad?"
Ao snow hands akimbo, "from small to large, in addition to the high one between the small fart child, there are people pursuing you?"
The latter shakes his head, and there is one before he turns to school. After he transfers to the noble school where there are so many beauties, there is no one left.
"So, where there are so many beautiful women in the world, they are not all made. Don't be blind to your good figure."
"Ye Shuimo!"
Hearing the sound, ye Shuimo turned back, "brother."
Ye Miao gets out of the car and glances at his aunt. He knows that the other party didn't agree with his mother since he was a child. Moreover, he has no blood relationship. In addition, her bad attitude towards her mother determines that she does not like this woman.
"Xiaomiao." Ao Xue cried in a good mood. Since she knew that the child was not ye nianmo's own, she felt very happy.
The woman said that she loved to read Mo, but she didn't bring him a green hat in the end. As a result, she brought the child back. The child is like a mark that she can't erase in her whole life.
"Aunt." Out of politeness, ye Miao gives a light greeting, and then looks at Ye Shuimo, "back."
"Ink painting, isn't it about dress? I happen to be free. "
Ye Shuimo is a little embarrassed. On the one hand, it is equivalent to the task of homework, but on the other hand, she suddenly appears, which makes her very surprised.
"Whatever you want." Ye Miao turns and walks to his car.
"Brother At this time, ye ink no doubt knew what to do, "Auntie, I left first."
Ao Xue looks at two people and goes away, frown slightly, this child seems to depend on Ye Miao that illegitimate son very much?
On the bus, ye Shuimo was still babbling, "and then the teacher said that each of us had to prepare a dress, and then we would have to perform in the school auditorium."
Ye Miao listens carelessly. The two people have always been in this way. One person talks hard and the other listens silently. Occasionally, he should say a word or two.
Suddenly someone overtakes behind, and the speed is very fast. The side of the car that is close to the sports car passes by. Ye Miao quickly reduces the speed.
Ye Shuimo didn't sit well for a moment. He smashed his body forward and his bag fell to the ground.
Ye Miao took time to reach out and hold her shoulder. While observing the road conditions, he asked, "are you ok?"
"It's OK." She bent down to pick up the lost book and put it in the bag.
"Plastic Surgery Manual?"
When she looked up, she saw her brother, who was very serious and more serious at this time.
"Well, I'm just looking at it." She put the bag behind her and pressed her back.
Ye Miao doesn't speak any more. She secretly looks at each other several times to see her brother's attitude, but the other side doesn't reveal any emotion.
To Ye's house, she got out of the car and faced with that bag of plastic surgery brochures, it was not to take or not to take.
Ye Miao then picked up the bag, got out of the car and handed it to her, "it's very good for you."
She a Leng, catch up with each other's pace, "elder brother, you this comfort some perfunctory."
The latter actually smile, really happy smile, bright teeth in the street lamp shining.
Many years later, the servant who was busy working in the garden still remembered that under the street lamp, the girl raised her head with her cheeks bulging, and the boy looked down at her with a big smile.
That night, ye Shuimo put those plastic surgery manuals into the cabinet, dreaming of his brother's smile.
The next day, ye Shuimo and his classmates went to the international shopping center, where there are the most foreign brands and can customize clothes.
Many people in the class know that ye Shuimo opened the international shopping center and joked that she would be given a discount.
Three or four girls with milk tea in their hands, chatting and laughing, before the completion of the task with the mood is a lot lighter.
"Look at that dress! Gucci has a skirt on this year's Milan spring and summer series fashion show. I didn't expect to have it. "
The shop assistant stood behind them smiling and explained, "if you like, you need to book from Milan, and then air it over. Moreover, this year's Bazaar fashion conference also appeared. The star dressed is not bought, but borrowed from the brand side."The three girls listen carefully. Even if they are the first girls who like this dress, they still have to think about it when they see a dress with a price of 78000.
"Can I book this skirt?" A woman in her 30s or so wore it directly from several people, pointed to her skirt and asked.