Look good

Qiao Xing muttered why Wen Changrong didn't hear clearly. When Wen Changrong asked again, Qiao Xing stopped talking and just hid the small notebook in his hand in his backpack.

Wen Changrong naturally noticed his movement of hiding the book, but seeing Qiao Xing's intentional cover-up, he didn't ask any further questions.

In the next few days... Qiao Xing originally planned to praise Wen Changrong more according to the content in the small book, but later he discovered that writing and speaking are not the same thing at all, and those things are hard to say, even if you say It's not the way he gets along with Wen Changrong, it will only make Wen Changrong feel strange.

For example, if he simply praised Wen Changrong for being handsome, Wen Changrong would be puzzled and asked him, "Want to do it?"

For another example, if he praised Wen Changrong for his steady work and doing very well in his career, Wen Changrong would ask him again: "No more money?"

Wen Changrong's answers were of course based on the two getting along for many years in the past, but it still made Qiao Xing deeply understand one thing-the two of them are really not suitable for this kind of deliberately boastful way of getting along.

The way of exaggerating won't work, Qiao Xing thought again, the main purpose of the doctor is to prevent Wen Changrong from suffering from depression, so from another perspective, it is also good to keep the man in a good mood.

So Qiao Xing started telling cold jokes about Dafa again.

"..." Wen Changrong's reaction was naturally speechless, but he listened to Qiao Xing silently every time without interrupting. The joke I told was amused.

After five or six days like this, Wen Changrong's condition had almost stabilized, and he was allowed to go downstairs for a walk.

The first thing the man did when he went downstairs was naturally to bring Qiao Xing with him.

Pulling and pulling, not to be refused - as if worried that Qiao Xing would be suffocated.

……

Although there was a large garden dedicated to relaxing at the back of the hospital, Wen Changrong still took Qiao Xing to the sycamore tree in front of the hospital.

Until now, Qiao Xing had been talking about how the air in the garden should be good. When he really saw the sycamore tree, Qiao Xing silently closed his mouth again.

Thick stems, luxuriant branches and leaves, country C is still in autumn at this time, and the leaves of that tree are all yellowish reddish in color, and the countless branches extending along it hang in the warm light at noon, unlike It's dead leaves, but it looks like a large cluster of chic flowers.

There were some sycamore leaves under the sycamore tree that I hadn't had time to sweep away, and they were scattered on the grass. Qiao Xing breathed lightly, and his footsteps landed on the withered and yellow leaves on the ground, hearing the crisp sound of falling leaves cracking.

So cool.

Qiao Xing suddenly found the joy of stepping on leaves when he was a child.

"Go." Wen Changrong, who was holding him, let go of him and let him go down to the plane tree.

Qiao Xing paused: "Aren't you going?"

"I'm basking in the sun here." Wen Changrong pointed to the sunlight on the top of his head, and said somewhat helplessly, "I haven't basked in the sun for almost half a month."

"Oh..." What Wen Changrong said made sense. Looking at the man's figure bathed in the sun, Qiao Xing didn't say anything more, and ran to the plane tree.

In addition to this big sycamore tree, there are some small sycamore trees beside it. There is still some water vapor around the small sycamore trees.

Qiao Xing patted and patted, and saved a lot of photos. When he returned to the big sycamore tree again, he was thinking hard about how to put himself and the sycamore in a frame and take good-looking pictures. In front of Wen Changrong under the sun, a wooden frame was placed in front of him at some point, and on the wooden frame was a white board.

Wu Bo stood aside. The man was holding a pencil in his hand. It looked like... he was about to draw?

This is new.

Qiao Xing had never seen Wen Changrong holding a pen when it was not necessary for work, let alone Wen Changrong had the ability to draw.

Now Qiao Xing didn't want to take pictures anymore, so he just ran over with the camera in his arms with great curiosity.

After running to Wen Changrong's side, Qiao Xing took a closer look. As expected, the drawing paper was a tree that took up most of the page, with a thick trunk and luxuriant branches. Wen Changrong didn't paint for a long time, and the overall appearance of the painting was rather sloppy. , but the shape and spirit are very similar to the sycamore tree in front of you, and you can tell what the man is painting at a glance.

"Why are you here?" Seeing him coming, Wen Changrong paused with the pen in his hand, but soon moved again, asking him while drawing.

"You can still draw?" Qiao Xing was surprised.

"A little bit, fur."

"...The painting looks so furry?"

"It's really fur. I only learned a little bit of sketching, and I don't understand systematic painting skills and coloring. Now the painting is only a general shape that can be drawn."

"Uh..." Wen Changrong said this very modestly. Qiao Xing really didn't understand painting, but he looked at it horizontally and vertically. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Wen Changrong's paintings were too similar, even if it was just a pencil drawing, even if it was just an outline. The outline of the... that also has the feeling of an illustrator!

The general outline of the plane tree over there has been outlined, and the man's subordinates quickly outlined the human figure.

A small long sleeve, holding a camera in his hand - Qiao Xing knew it was him at a glance.

He paused, his eyes fell on the man's calm and indifferent profile as usual: "I didn't know you could draw..."

"Huh?" Wen Changrong responded, turned his head to look at Wutong, and then answered him, "I only learned it systematically in elementary school, occasionally in junior high school, and never in high school, especially in college, so you It's normal not to know."

Wen Changrong said: "It's been more than 20 years since I touched a paintbrush."

"Oh!" Qiao Xing felt that Wen Changrong was a bit against the sky. Apart from some mental problems, he was excellent at work and study.

I talked too much at work, so I just looked at the painting... Can I draw like this without touching a brush for more than 20 years?Qiao Xing thought that Wen Changrong might be a talented painter.

"Aren't you taking pictures?" the man asked.

"Not for the time being," Qiao Xing watched the man's pen splashing on the drawing paper, then raised his head to look at the magnificent sycamore tree, "I don't know how to bring me and the branches of the sycamore tree together, just take a picture Fallen leaves and big tree trunks are not good-looking, and the desired effect cannot be photographed."

Wen Changrong raised his head and looked at the sycamore tree after hearing the words: "Let Uncle Wu take pictures for you?"

"Hey..." Qiao Xing scratched his head, and suddenly saw Wen Changrong's very beautiful composition on the drawing paper, and said, "Why don't you help me take pictures?"

"I……"

"It's decided like this." Without waiting for Wen Changrong to say anything, Qiao Xing stuffed the camera into the man's hand.

"..." Wen Changrong had a rare look of embarrassment and wanted to refuse, but Qiao Xing had already run over, so the man had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Wen Changrong didn't seem to know how to use a camera very much, and he couldn't find the shutter when he held the camera, and he didn't know if he asked Uncle Wu, but it was Qiao Xing who yelled: "The first button on the right is that! Just press it!"

In this way, the man pointed the camera at him and took a photo.

Qiao Xing scratched his head and posed under the tree for about five or six minutes, and he probably took six or seven photos before walking back.

He turned on the camera with great anticipation, looking forward to seeing pictures with beautiful compositions like Wen Changrong's paintings.

But I saw that he was firmly shrouded in the shade of the trees in the photos, and it was dark. Many photos were not even in focus, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Real straight men take pictures.

"I really don't know much about photography, and I rarely need to touch a camera in my work, so..." Wen Changrong explained.

It seems that Wen Changrong is not omnipotent.

So, Qiao Xing naturally could only sigh silently, and then put away the camera.

"Forget it, let's take another day. Anyway, I took a lot of pictures over there. This tree is too big, so it's not suitable for people to take pictures. It's better to take landscape pictures."

"How about... hire a photographer for you tomorrow?" Wen Changrong suggested, thinking about the feasibility.

"No, no, no," Qiao Xing hurriedly waved his hands. Although he knew that Wen Changrong was kind, it was still too...

Qiao Xing said: "We are here to treat you, and the photos are just incidental."

"Hmm..." Wen Changrong thought for a while, and said, "Then let's talk about this after I'm discharged from the hospital. Anyway, we also want to travel along the way."

"Row."

Qiao Xing agreed, and accompanied Wen Changrong to bask in the sun for a while, and then dragged the drawing board from the sun to the shade of the tree. After some time, Wen Changrong finished the painting.

The ground is full of fallen leaves, and the top of the head is a dense sycamore tree with countless leaves hanging down. Although the painting is not exquisite, it seems that the leaves are falling with the wind. Standing next to the thick trunk is a small man holding a camera. Added a long trench coat - Qiao Xing's favorite and most often worn dress on weekdays.

After Wen Changrong finished painting, he said, "Uncle Wu, please help me with this..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Xing quickly turned the drawing board around.

"I take a picture I take a picture..."

"?" Wen Changrong asked: "What are you going to do? Post Weibo?"

"Yeah!" Qiao Xing raised the camera and began to adjust the angle and brightness.

"Put this painting on Weibo?" Wen Changrong said, "I don't think it's very good. It's too sloppy. If you post it, your fans will..."

"I think it looks good!" Qiao Xing interrupted him.

"..." Wen Changrong looked at the painting, frowning slightly, as if he was still not very satisfied.

But the man looked at Qiao Xing's carefully taking pictures again, and finally said, "Wait a minute, I'll make up a place, the last stroke, I haven't finished the painting yet."

"Oh!"

Qiao Xing naturally backed away when he heard the words, and saw Wen Changrong took the painting and refined some details, and then quickly made a stroke in the corner.

What was that? Qiao Xing didn't care too much. Wen Changrong agreed, so he got the painting and continued to shoot. Finally, with the help of Uncle Wu, he chose a location with good light to shoot.

Qiao Xing edited the picture as he walked, and then combined the selfies he had just taken under the plane tree with Wen Changrong's painting into a nine-square grid, and opened the location to show that he was in country C.

There are compelling pictures and compelling positioning.

It's just short of a sentence with a matching word.

I can't think of too long, and I can't think of too short.

Qiao Xing suddenly thought that country C is also known as a romantic sanctuary for literary and artistic youth because of the long autumn, so he had a flash of inspiration and wrote the words: "Autumn and romance."

After everything was done, Qiao Xingmei clicked to send it.

After posting Weibo, he put the phone back into his pocket, and over there, Wen Changrong, who came back, lay down on the bed as usual, with a bored look on his face.

Qiao Xing joked: "Why, you didn't let the wind out enough, aren't you happy?"

"Yeah." Wen Changrong nodded and admitted, a bit bored: "I've been in the ward for too long, I'm a little bored, I have nothing to do, it's boring."

As soon as the words fell, the man thought of something, and said to Uncle Wu: "How is the company, has the annual report been done? Let me take a look at the report or something."

This workaholic is so bored that he even wants to work in the ward.

"Sir, the doctor said that you can't handle things that require a high degree of concentration, so let's put your work aside." Uncle Wu refused.

Wen Changrong suddenly felt even more bored. Qiao Xing rarely saw a man showing such an expression, and thought it was funny, so he couldn't help but look at it for a while longer.

Looking at it, Qiao Xing took out his mobile phone casually, but saw that the Weibo page of the mobile phone showed that Qiao Xing's comments exploded with more than 1000 comments in a few minutes, and the reposts also increased rapidly.

He was wondering why he was so angry all of a sudden, but when he clicked on it, he saw that everyone was crying and howling.

【Mom doesn't allow you to reconcile with that scumbag! ! !cub! ! !Please jump out of the fire pit!I cried [crying] [crying] [crying]]

[There are tens of thousands of men in the world! ! !Joe!Let's take a look at Xiao Ji, shall we? !I beg you! !Isn't the little wolf dog delicious? [crying] [crying] [crying]]

[I'll go, Mr. Wen can still draw?Still drawing pretty well? !The president can also draw... It's amazing, I also heard from my friends who work in Wen's Group that Wen Changrong is very busy, clocking in on time every day, but always working overtime until late at night, so busy that he can still draw...]

【Wife! ! !woo woo woo woo! ! !You haven't stuffed my cubs with me seven times a night (all kinds of pornographic words)]

[To be honest, if Mr. Wen hadn't been so... Sigh.It's quite cool for a CEO who manages everything by himself to draw his lover by himself. With such a classic long trench coat and that hairstyle, the villain under the tree must be Qiao Xing. Oh, what a pity [sad] [sad] [sad] ]]

[I wonder if Qiao Xing is doing it for money?Why did you agree to divorce for money?If it's not for money, Qiao Xing is not afraid that Wen Changrong will cheat again in the future?The reality is not, there is no way for a prodigal son to turn around]

……

Qiao Xing's eyes stayed on the words [How can the prodigal son turn back] for a few seconds, and then crossed the comment.

He turned to the earlier comments, only to realize that the reason why the comments were so aggressive was because of the painting he posted...Wen Changrong's signature was on the bottom right corner.

As we all know, contemporary star chasing girls look at photos with a microscope. Although such a signature is small, it is still picked up quickly.

Qiao Xing looked at Guikulanghao's comments, and suddenly raised his eyes, and glanced at Wen Changrong.

"Wen Changrong, the signature you drew... Did you add it in the last few seconds?" Qiao Xing said, "Just after I said I was going to take a photo and post it on Weibo."

"Ah."

Wen Changrong admitted it frankly.

"Why do you have to sign at that time?!" Qiao Xing stared at the man.

Wen Changrong rarely looked away, as if guilty.

At the same time, he explained solemnly: "When drawing, most people will leave a signature. As for me... I really don't have this habit."

"then you……"

"You said you were going to post on Weibo, and I suddenly remembered."

"..."

Mr. Wen didn't blush when he lied in the mall, but this was the first time he lied about his relationship, but he seemed calm, but he didn't dare to look at Qiao Xing the whole time.

The man knows that his behavior is a bit shameless.

So Wen Changrong defended himself again: "That is indeed my painting, and you are indeed with me. There is nothing wrong with being known by others, it should be taken for granted..."

"Mr. Wen," Qiao Xing leaned over and looked deeply at Wen Changrong, "You are really becoming more and more of a thief..."

Wen Changrong paused, and responded, "Well...my assistant taught me a lot."

……

Qiao Xing's Weibo quickly got tens of thousands of retweets, passers-by were eating melons, fans were crying and howling, and even some were so popular that they cursed, and there were cp fans who were secretly excited and screaming, of course, there was a small group... Wen Changrong's fans are too sullen to yell at Wen Changrong.

scum scum scum.

Of course, these comments are ultimately criticized by passers-by.

Qiao Xing's Weibo was buzzing all of a sudden.

Qiao Xing hung his finger on the phone screen, looking at the button to delete Weibo for a long time, but in the end he didn't click it, only temporarily closed Weibo, and put the phone in his pocket.

Later, Qiao Xing received a video call from his younger brother.

During the time when Qiao Xing was in country C, Qiao Yun was naturally still doing rehabilitation at Wen's house. There were so many people in Wen's house, they could take care of Qiao Yun comfortably from beginning to end.

After Qiao Xing arrived in country C, he also called or played video calls with Qiao Yun every day, but Qiao Xing took the initiative to make these calls and videos, and this was the first time Qiao Yun took the initiative to call.

Qiao Xing was a little surprised, he paused, and then picked up the video call.

"Xiao Yun, what's wrong?"