The Rebirth of the Lazy Nobles Woman
Chapter:89

With what had happened, the only thing left was the matter of moving on. Gu Xiqiao rubbed Haha's head while thinking about where to move. Haha was clearly enjoying the attention he was giving her, a pair of bright large eyes staring at her from his embrace. “About moving, if you agree with me, bark once. Come on, howdy. ”

Haha: “Guk guk ~”

Gu Xiqiao raised it so that Haha's eyes were on the same level as his eyes as he stared intently into his eyes. I said, howling.

Haha: “... Guk.”

“It looks like you also agreed to move, but we have to move to where?” Gu Xiqiao returned Haha back into his embrace, and continued to ponder.

His phone rang and Gu Xiqiao picked it up, finding an unknown local number flashing on the screen. Not many people knew his number, and the only ones who could contact him were the people close to him.

He had guessed it a lot of others, but he did not expect the person calling him to be Luo Wenlang. He invited her to his house, today is Luo Wenlin's birthday.

“If you give me the address, I will go there myself,” Gu Xiqiao said, hanging up the phone soon after, and Luo Wenlang sent out the address with the message that because the place was hard to find, it was difficult to find, to call him if he can't find him.

Gu Xiqiao looked at his address, and discovered that his house was actually in a small alley beside SMA One.

Since it was Luo Wenlin's birthday, Gu Xiqiao first went to the mall to buy gifts. He chose Transformer toys that had been convinced by the seller that boys were generally favored.

The alleys in First High School were numerous and chaotic. When he got off the bus, he saw Luo Wenlin waiting for him at the mouth of the alley. He was wearing a face mask, and only a pair of black eyes were visible on his face. When he saw Gu Xiqiao, his eyes brightened.

“Kakak Gu!” He waved to Gu Xiqiao.

Gu Xiqiao walked over to stand in front of him, rubbing the top of his head gently, handing the gift in his hands to him. Happy birthday, Dalin.

Luo Wenlin did not rush to open her gift, but pointed to the boy standing beside her. “Sister Gu, this is Yao Jiamu, my brother's friend. Brother Yao, hurry up and greet the people. ”

The tall and skinny boy beside him raised his hands to set the hat on his head, a bright smile appeared on his face as he looked up. “Hey, we meet again.”

The girl in front of him wore a short-sleeved white shirt, revealing a beautiful curve of her neck, a pair of crystal-clear eyes, a healthy reddened face as well as a faint warm smile on her lips. Yao Jiamu tried hard to avert his gaze, taking what felt like half a day to react.

“You know each other?” Luo Wenlin asked in surprise.

“Slightly talk, let's go.” Yao Jiamu was clearly in a good mood, leading the two of them into an alley with a ridiculous grin spreading from ear to ear on his face.

The corner of Gu Xiqiao's lips twitched upwards, turning around to explain to Luo Wenlin. “Yes, I sat behind him during the national final. He wore sandals during the exam, so it left a deep impression on me. ”

He didn't say anything about the first time they met Yao Jiamu said as his smile widened. Although their first meeting was far from friendly, the impression he left on her was deep. Seeing that he didn't bring it up, he didn't mention it either.

The Luo family home was quite far away, and they walked a few twists and turns before finally reaching the courtyard.

As soon as they reached home, Luo Wenlin ran to her room to secretly open the gift Gu Xiqiao had given her. When he first saw the packaging, he resisted the urge to open it immediately. It was an expensive brand in the store, and he would see it almost every day, but he never thought that he would get a gift from there.

Yao Jiamu had navigated through the kitchen with ease familiarity as she took out a decent-looking paper cup on top of the fridge to serve Gu Xiqiao.

“I was curious once, at that time, what made you take money from that woman?” Gu Xiqiao asked as he watched her make tea.

After meeting a few times, Gu Xiqiao discovered that Yao Jiamu was not a bad person. He is a very loyal, open and honest person, and he is not the type of person who likes to steal.

“That's nothing, really. At the time, Wenlin's condition was unstable, and she needed chemotherapy, which meant more money we didn't have. Initially, I borrowed money from my aunt, promising to return it. His family had money, but once they had money, their attitude also changed for the worse, not acknowledging my father, who was a very poor relative. Back then, I was very angry, so I took the money from his bag, ” explained Yao Jiamu, thinking the situation was funny when he remembered it, and at the same time rejoiced from his memory.

Gu Xiqiao did not know that there was such a background story, feeling a little lost for words on the revelation. He remembered the lecture he gave Yao Jiamu, and scratched his nose. “Did I misunderstand you again?”

“No, you saved a young man,” said Yao Jiamu, shaking his head. Back then, he was very cynical in his mind, thinking that good people always suffer, whereas bad people are always carefree and happy, so heaven is really unfair. It wasn't until he showed up and made her understand that there was still hope in this world.

As she spoke, Luo Wenlang returned with groceries. He did not say much, only greeting Gu Xiqiao with a few words before heading to the kitchen. Looks like he's gonna be a chef tonight.

Luo Wenlin brought the Transformer toy she had just received, thanking Gu Xiqiao for the gift, before heading to the kitchen as well.

In the kitchen, Luo Wenlang noticed Luo Wenlin sitting on a bench and playing with the Transformer toys in her hands, a childish smile on her face. Compared to the normal expression he did on ordinary days, there was an aura of vitality and youthfulness that was not normally present in him today.

Luo Wenlang watched him for a little longer before returning to cut the vegetables, his eyes slightly misty.

How many years had it been since she saw such an expression on Luo Wenlin's face? For a very long time she had thought there would never be a day in this life when Luo Wenlin would get better, she said, and his desire to travel to every corner of the world doesn't seem like a dream too far now.

The kitchen door did not close completely, and with a slight turn, Luo Wenlang could see Gu Xiqiao who was in the living room. He stood in the middle, staring at the awards and trophies that adorned the walls. It belonged to Luo Wenlang and Luo Wenlin, but of course, there was more to Luo Wenlang.

“Beach yourself for a while, I have to go out to pick up someone,” Yao said Jiamu, his eyes fixed on his phone as he told Gu Xiqiao.

Gu Xiqiao suddenly turned his gaze towards him, narrowing his eyes. “It is better for you not to come out, I see that the smell of death envelops you.”

Yao Jiamu laughed, looking straight at him with a serious expression after a while. “Don't tell me, you've estimated it through finger prediction?”

“More or less.” Gu Xiqiao nodded his head, turning to look at the certificates and awards on the wall, looking like he did not care whether he listened to his words or not.

Yao Jiamu left, and did not return until it was time for dinner. She was supported by a girl when she returned, and when Luo Wenlin saw the way she returned, she immediately went to retrieve the P3K box from the room. Luo Wenlang continued to bandage his wounds easily, despite the pale expression on his face. “Yao Jiamu, how many times have I told you. Don't hang out with that bunch of people, they're all useless, and they're not good people! ”

“It's okay, don't worry too much, damn it, can you be softer!” Yao Jiamu hissing. He took a deep breath, looking at Gu Xiqiao whose eyes were also fixed on him. He immediately turned grim. “You said that today, I will..”.

“It was just a guess,” Gu Xiqiao said as he raised an eyebrow. He glanced at his wounds, “It looks fine, you won't die from it.”

Think of it as a lesson.

Yao Jiamu: “..”

“One day, you will die because of all these fooled things!” Shen Nianzhi scolded as he placed the gift in his hand on the table. “Please, and you said I need to be picked up? If it wasn't for me making a police report, you'd be saying goodbye to your life! “

Shen Nianzhi's attention finally switched from Yao Jiamu's person to Gu Xiqiao, who was standing at the side. When he saw her face, he froze.

“Halo.” The corner of his pink lips lifted as Gu Xiqiao greeted, not giving Shen Nianzhi the chance to continue his own thinking.

“Halo,” Shen Nianzhi finally said, after opening his mouth a few times, but ended up swallowing whatever he wanted to say. He could not calm down the turmoil in his heart, and was stunned. Fortunately, everyone was more focused on Yao Jiamu's injuries, and did not pay much attention to losing control of him.

“Wenlang, where did you get this medicine? The effect is very good. I don't think I should go to the hospital, I'll be like new tomorrow. ” Yao Jiamu's injury was on his back, the huge wound and blood from that wound had dirtyed the back half of his shirt. Luo Wenlang had given her a change of clothes.

Luo Wenlang glanced at him but did not say a word. Yao Jiamu knew that he had messed up this time. He lowered his head, admitting his mistake.

Gu Xiqiao took advantage of the break time, preparing to draw something to give to Luo Wenlang. He stood at the study table, his slender fingers as white as snow holding a brush, with eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His entire figure contrasted with the cramped and seedy room where he stood.

This was the first time Gu Xiqiao had painted in front of Luo Wenlin, and he discovered that she looked very serious, her face full of admiration and admiration. He had seen Shen Nianzhi's painting in front of him before, and back then, he only felt it was nice and mystical. And today, he saw Gu Xiqiao deciphering himself and Luo Wenlang in just ten minutes, the painting was very lively …

She finally trusted the words Luo Wenlang said, “Sister Gu, you are amazing!”

“What kids know!” Gu Xiqiao teased as he laughed, and then he turned to another brush, writing a poem in an empty space on paper.

Don't say anything about the old house to an old friend,

but start a new fire to brew fresh tea. 1

The calligraphy was clean and concise, the strokes bold and graceful, imitating a soaring and dignified dragon as written by a true professional.

“Sister Gu, I am not a child.” Luo Wenlin pouted, she was sure the sentence was just teasing her.

Seeing her done, he cheerfully took the painting to show Luo Wenlang.

“You painted very well,” said Yao Jiamu, walking towards him as a surprise appeared on his face. Even an outsider like him knows that the painting is an amazing job, “Very amazing.”

Gu Xiqiao glanced at him, thinking for a moment, “Do you want to learn how to fight?”

The system in the void suddenly raised its head in that direction, [Beauty Qiao, do you intend to accept him as a disciple?]

‘No.’ Gu Xiqiao did not explain further.

“Do I look like I need to learn how to fight?” Said Yao Jiamu, raising a defiant eyebrow. “I told you, I haven't lost a fight since I was young!”

Gu Xiqiao glanced at the knife wound on his back. “I can tell.”

Yao Jiamu: “... this is a one-time accident.”

They did not continue the discussion on the matter, but Gu Xiqiao had already reversed the plan he had in mind.

Shen Nianzhi managed to get a chance to talk to Gu Xiqiao afterwards, his voice quivering with excitement as he looked at her, but he was also careful not to let his voice be too loud, “Nona Gu, he said, your paintings have been put into the National Art Exhibition. Mr Sima also wants to contact you through the dean, wanting to accept you as one of them! ”

Everyone in the art world knew the person called Sima Jun, he was undoubtedly the top artist in the art world. His disciple, Mu Yunfan was also known to be a genius in oil painting. Even having money is sometimes not enough to get his artwork.

Mu Yunfan has received many international awards, playing on the international stage since he was ten years old. And now, he had left the older generation in the dust, everyone in the circle thought of him as a legend. He was very temperamental, spoke frankly to everyone and was unwilling to listen to anyone but Sima Jun. He is also known to have major mood swings.

Even so, it did not affect everyone's admiration.

He was the first Chinese to conquer overseas artists with his own paintings, and as such, his reputation in China has soared.

And for people from the Fine Arts Academy like Shen Nianzhi could only look at the likes of Sima Jun and Mu Yunfan. If you want to see them in person, even someone with talent like Shen Nianzhi needs effort at least ten years before they have a chance to stand on the same stage as them. And who knew what height Mu Yunfan would reach in those ten years?

And that was why, when the Fine Arts Academy received a call from Sima Jun, the entire academy became in an uproar again, others in the academy had always underestimated the Chinese painting department. They adored Mu Yunfan, so many people learned to paint oil, but because of that one call, there was suddenly a surge of enthusiasm for Chinese painting, which has never happened before in years.

After Shen Nianzhi explained everything, he looked at Gu Xiqiao, hoping that he would also be excited about the news he had just learned.

However, Gu Xiqiao was not at all excited about it. He was shocked and stunned for now, and began to recall what he remembered about Sima Jun. Come to think of it, he was also a familiar person in his previous life. Without him, he had become Gu Xijin's teacher last time.

When he recalled the matter, his mood dropped drastically. He pressed his fingers against his temple, trying to ward off bad memories as he smiled lightly at Shen Nianzhi. “Watch that painting a gift for you, and I hope you won't tell anyone else about this. Thank you.”

Shen Nianzhi was stunned once again, he had thought of various possibilities, but he did not expect this conversation to be like this.

She refused?

He actually rejected Sima Jun?

Does he know what the three syllables of ‘Sima Jun’ represent?

As long as you are under Sima Jun, you will not have to fight so hard for the rest of your life, not to mention the countless prestige and fame that awaits you!

Does he really not know, or does he not care at all?

“You very?” Shen Nianzhi said, unable to react for a long time.

A golden needle suddenly appeared in Gu Xiqiao's hand, and his clear eyes looked into Shen Nianzhi's eyes before a more calm and secretive smile graced his face. His eyes curved to form a beautiful arch. “My ambition is to be a good doctor. That's why, you have to keep this a secret for me. ”

He has an amazing talent for painting, yet he wants to study medicine!

Shen Nianzhi could only nod his head hurriedly, still wide-eyed and dumbfounded by what he had just heard.

By the time he recovered, Gu Xiqiao was already in the midst of talking to Yao Jiamu.

But what exactly is going on here? How could there be such a person?

Shen Nianzhi could feel a headache coming on, wanting to make him pull his hair in frustration. Talent like that but will not paint, but choose to wrestle for a job with that science student!