Empress Doomsday, please put on your vest

Chapter 80 I'm getting old and can't sit still
People are bad, but you are bad?
Jia Sihui had a smile on her face, but she was scolding Song Yuxin in her heart, she didn't even bother to mention that day's video to her.

She was so flustered and frightened at the time, she asked her for help, but she was so hesitant.

She knew that the current situation was not good, and she didn't really expect Song Yuxin to let her brother come to save her. Who wouldn't want to live?Who would die for a stranger?
But she didn't even have a word of consolation, even if it was just a word, as long as she could choose to trust her, even if she wasn't really rescued and died at home, she wouldn't complain, at least let her know that she didn't Abandoned?

She didn't want much, but why didn't she have any?

Only now did Song Yuxin see Jia Sihui's appearance of crying or not, she panicked, swallowed her saliva, and asked, "Huihui, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, it's just that when I suddenly think that my parents are dead, I... want to cry."

As she spoke, tears flowed down her cheeks. She wiped away her tears in a panic, and smiled shyly at the others in the living room, "I'm sorry, I made you laugh. I, I'm going to the bathroom."

Pushing Song Yuxin away, she walked towards the bathroom with her head buried.

Chi Qian, who was coloring the painting, looked at Song Yuxin who had a bad complexion, then washed the brush, dipped some red paint, and painted it on the wing in the painting.

"You are not good at drafting, but you are very sensitive to color."

A seemingly random point, and then skillfully smeared out, stained the battleship with a not-so-perfect draft a little bloody.

It's like the traces left after a long journey in the universe after a great war.

"If you see more of this color, you will naturally become more sensitive."

Adjusted a little dark red, and began to color according to the feeling. The majestic battleship gradually showed a dark style. After she finished painting, the originally intact battleship became a little tattered, and the wings and tail still looked a little rusty. Banban, but she showed that unyielding aura, as if telling people that even if it can no longer sail, it will still carry this glory and wait for its master to return.

"I want to ask you about color."

If he was the one who painted it, it might just be a well-regulated warship, but in Chi Qian's hands, it has become quite a story.

"Pay some tuition?"

Chi Qian washed the pen and put it in the pen case, stretched her waist, revealing a small section of fair skin, "Drawing is really tiring."

Su Gao noticed how she cared for his painting utensils, and he felt warm in his heart, and said to her, "Go and rest on the sofa?"

She stood up and walked towards the sofa while rubbing her waist, "It seems that she is too old to sit still."

Su Gao glanced back at her, and said, "Can you play games all afternoon?"

How can drawing a picture feel like dying?
"Because I love playing games."

She nestled lazily on the sofa and said: "Only abuse of food can make people happy, not painting."

Su Gao saw her exhausted and just wanted to sleep well, and said, "Then let you paint something simpler next time?"

He wanted to see her paint, and he always felt that he could learn something and use it to break through his painting skills.

Chi Qian gave him an agreeing gesture, and he continued to look at her use of color.

Once again, the man who witnessed the tacit understanding between them felt a little turbulent, and at this moment Song Yushu poked his head out from the kitchen and asked, "Is there any vinegar at home?"

(End of this chapter)