The First Bully is a Girl: Boy, Are You Dating?

For his grandson's helplessness, Qiu Lao ignored it and spoke to the smiling Chu youth.

"Any pictures?"

"No, but I can draw."

She turned to look at the venue manager.

"Do you have a pen and paper?"

"Draw here?"

Old Qiu frowned, and glanced at the crowd with some disgust, and then spoke to the two around him.

"Take Jinshui Bodhi upstairs and follow me upstairs."

After saying this, he led Chu Juvenile upstairs. There was his exclusive lounge upstairs, which was full of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Chu Juvenile didn't talk nonsense. , tossing and tossing behind Mr. Qiu and walking towards the elevator entrance.

But at the moment of raising his feet, he turned his head and blinked at the four people who were dumbfounded.

"I'll be back soon, wait for me after I've cut the stone—"

"……Oh."

The four nodded dumbly.

The crowd of onlookers also followed her gaze, and what caught their eyes were four young people who looked a little bit two.

One of the young people was sitting on the ground, and the young man beside him was still half-exposed with his white buttocks. At first glance, he knew that someone had pulled it off. The other two, one was holding a piece of raw stone, with a slightly expression on his face. Confused, and the last one stood there dumbfounded as a wandering soul.

How stupid they looked, some people couldn't help laughing.

It was the young manager who coughed lightly, pulled the four back to their souls, and looked at them with a twitching mouth.

The four who came back to their senses put the stone on the cutting table and let the young master cut it, while in a room on the highest floor upstairs, Chu Jungu, who was standing behind the table, slowly recalled her The one I've ever seen has a photo of her grandmother.

The photos are very old and badly worn, but they have been processed very well in the later stages and are considered to be completely preserved.

The photo is in black and white. Inside is a very beautiful girl. The girl has big almond eyes and a round oval face. She smiles brightly.

She was holding a little boy in her arms. The little boy was not very old, as if he had just learned to babble. He was drooling with pink and jade carvings, and his eyes were black and sparkling. He was very lovable. Carving a cold look?

There is a line of delicate and unique handwriting on the back of the photo.

My husband: Chu Zhengrong; my son: Chu Yehan.

Below the handwriting are several large characters with dragons flying and phoenix dancing.

My wife: Ning Xiaoxiao, my son: Chu Yehan.

Later, the old man's study caught fire, and the photo was burnt to ashes. The old man stood in front of the burned small building, tears falling down one after another, until one time, she accidentally learned that the The small building was designed by her grandmother and built by the old man himself.

Every brick and tile hides the hearts and feelings of the two.

Grandma injured her body when she gave birth to Father Chu, and the old man was leading troops to fight outside. When he came back victorious, his daughter-in-law was gone, leaving only the photo with Father Chu.

It was the only photo that carried countless thoughts and admiration, and it was burnt to smithereens by a fire.

Chu Jun Gu lowered his eyes, slowly rolled up his sleeves, rubbed the ink little by little, finely rubbed, slowly rubbed, then opened a few boxes of used danqing, took out a brush, dipped it in Clear water, wipe it dry, then put on ink, and gently outline Ning Xiaoxiao's appearance on the white and unsullied rice paper.