Chapter 9
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Qi Qi looked back and forth between the two of them. Then she put down her pen and said softly, "Aren't you going to draw?"
Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen felt awkward for a moment. They immediately stopped fooling around and became serious.
Yan Qingchi picked up her pen and drew on the paper.
Qi Qi followed suit and finished drawing. Then she turned to look at Jiang Mochen. Jiang Mochen looked up at the sky speechlessly. He felt that if it was his, there was no way he could avoid it. He picked up the pen and drew according to what Yan Qingchi had drawn.
Qi Qi saw that he had finished drawing and went to look at Yan Qingchi.
Yan Qingchi quickly drew a stroke. Qi Qi quickly followed. Then she went to look at Jiang Mochen to see if he had finished drawing.
Jiang Mochen felt that the few minutes he had spent drawing were so long that he felt like he had returned to his elementary school class. He looked at the drawing book in his hand, but he couldn't draw the pattern on the book. Every time he finished drawing, it was like a child's simple drawing.
This was one of the rare times that Jiang Mochen didn't want to recall. He couldn't figure out why he was so bad at drawing when he had been good at everything since he was a child. He didn't want to give up so easily. He secretly practiced many times, but he couldn't get it right. It was as if he was born with no talent for drawing. No matter how hard he tried, he could only be a low-level handicap.
Jiang Mochen sighed silently in his heart and thought, "Sure enough, no one is perfect." However, he snorted in his heart, "Yan Qingchi is really a talent. It's only the second time we've met, and he's already figured out my shortcomings. Very well, I'd like to see how long he can pretend to be smart. Hopefully, he won't be stupid enough to offend me. When that time comes, I'll definitely make Yan Qingchi sit in this room and paint for me for three days and three nights, in the middle of the night, so that he can't stop painting."
The three of them each had their own thoughts as they drew. Jiang Mochen took advantage of a phone call that came in halfway and hurriedly left with his drawing paper. After that, he never entered Qi Qi's room again. It was not until Qi Qi finished drawing that she slowly appeared, looking surprised that they had actually finished drawing.
Yan Qingchi didn't expose him. After the drawing lesson, he had a meal at Jiang Mochen's house and was about to leave. Jiang Mochen stood up to see him off. Yan Qingchi handed the gift he brought to Qi Qi.
He took out a Rubik's Cube and asked Qi Qi, "Do you know what this is?"
Qi Qi nodded. "A Rubik's Cube."
"Do you know how to play with it?"
Qi Qi nodded again.
"Then you can play with it first. I'll see if you can play it the next time I come."
Qi Qi's eyes lit up. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but he didn't say anything. He slowly closed his mouth and just nodded.
Yan Qingchi reached out and rubbed his head. Qi Qi didn't resist. He looked at him quietly with curved eyes, like a gentle little moon.
"Then I'll come to see you tomorrow?" Yan Qingchi asked gently.
Qi Qi nodded obediently. His eyes were full of tenderness.
Yan Qingchi felt that he was like a doll in the window. He was good-looking and had a pair of expressive eyes. When his eyes curved, they were gentle and warm. People couldn't help but like him. However, he was very careful and protected himself with his childish armor. He looked at the outside world with caution and restraint.
He waved goodbye to Qi Qi and left with Jiang Mochen.
Jiang Mochen sent Yan Qingchi home like a gentleman. After the car stopped, he turned to look at Yan Qingchi and asked, "Did you have fun?"
"I am quite happy," Yan Qingchi answered honestly.
Jiang Mochen snorted.
Yan Qingchi turned to look at him. "Why? Are you unhappy?"
"What do you think?"
Yan Qingchi didn't expect him to be so calculative under his gentle appearance. He couldn't help but laugh. He bumped Jiang Mochen's arm. "You've been calculative the whole day. Aren't you tired?"
Jiang Mochen turned to glare at him. "Shut up."
Yan Qingchi made an OK gesture. "Let's skip this topic and change the subject."
Jiang Mochen thought for a while and finally said seriously, "What do you think of Qi Qi?"
"He's very cute, well-behaved, and sensible."
"Do you like him?" Jiang Mochen continued to ask.
"Yes."
Jiang Mochen expected this answer.
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