"I don't know." He opened the rice and pushed it to Qiao's mother, "It will be cold in a while."

Qiao's mother saw that her son was not interested, and the boys over there didn't come over, she also felt bored, stopped talking, and bowed her head to eat . Halfway through the meal, she wanted to say something again, and was fed a mochi ball by Joe's father. She blushed, glanced at her son, opened her mouth to eat, and said angrily, "It's a lot of age, and you still feed it back and forth." What does it look like!" Interrupted by Dad Qiao, Mom Qiao forgot what happened just now and concentrated on eating.

However, the boy seemed to have prepared the pre-battle encouragement. Amidst the cheers of his companions, he mustered up his courage and walked towards Qian Erbai again.

Standing in front of the table, with a pen and paper in his hand, he tentatively said, "You... hello, I'm a student of the Academy of Fine Arts. Your body proportions are very good. I want to draw a picture for you, is that okay?"

Qian Erbai was a little surprised, looked up at him, the boy's eyes were wide open, black and white were distinct, and he looked extraordinarily sincere.

It would be more believable if his companions hadn't sighed indisputably.

Qiao's mother peeked over, and as a cover, she put rice by rice in her mouth, like a netizen who eats melons in the live broadcast room.

Qian Erbai smiled, and politely refused: "No, thank you, we will be leaving soon." The

boy was a little discouraged, but he refused to give up, and said: "This is a sketch, it will be very soon, definitely not It's a waste of your time. I just want to draw a picture for you and your uncles and aunts."

Qian Erbai couldn't refuse anymore, it wasn't a big deal after all, so he agreed.

As if he really wanted to draw a sketch of him, the boy sat down happily, looked at Qian Erbai twice, lowered his head and began to draw attentively.

In less than ten minutes, the boy finished the painting, looked at the painting, then at Qian Erbai, feeling a little dissatisfied, and said embarrassedly: "Time is too tight, only half of the painting is done, you can see how it goes first. "

Qian Erbai picked up the painting and looked at it. The lines are smooth and the charm is vivid. It can be said that both form and spirit are present. The boy should not be lying when he said that he is a student of the Academy of Fine Arts. However, only she has a complete image in the painting, and Qiao's father and Qiao's mother only have two silhouettes with their heads buried in their meals.

Mother Qiao saw herself in the painting as the background board, curled her lips, and complained in a low voice: "Isn't it about drawing portraits of uncles and aunts? How can this be an uncle or an aunt? Just draw our son so handsome." Said secretly watching his son's reaction.

Qian Erbai thought it was funny, Mother Qiao's ability to adapt was too strong, the blind date was avoided, and she started planning to find a boyfriend for herself, and even secretly passed messages to him.

The boy said with some embarrassment: "The time is a bit short, I'm afraid it will delay the time of you and your uncles and aunts, the drawing is not very good, can you let me take it home and revise it?"

Qian Erbai raised his eyebrows, amused in his heart, There are still many routines.

Seeing that he didn't object, the boy took out his mobile phone and said, "Can I add your chat? I'll send it to you after I change it." The

boy's companion opened his eyes wide, waiting for Qian Erbai's response. At the same time, I sighed in my heart, my little friend is really not to be underestimated, there are thousands of routines.

Lu Liuliu was chewing on the data melon seeds, and commented in the tone of an old god: "This kid is definitely trying to pick you up. This method, tsk tsk, is far from it." Turning around, he urged Qian Erbai to give him the number, because the task The progress has increased slightly by 0.1%. As long as it is good for the task, it is worth trying.

Qian Erbai hesitated for a while, but still refused, and politely thanked: "Thank you for your painting, you painted very well, so it will be fine." He thought of the child who was waiting for him to go back in Fangshi, and felt that if If I give out my contact information, the child will definitely be unhappy, and maybe even cry. Uncle Qian loves children the most, and he doesn't want to make them cry.

The boy was very disappointed and embarrassed, so he left the drawing paper and left quickly.

Qiao's mother was quite regretful, she looked at the painting in her hand and said: "Why don't you let him finish the painting, we are not in a hurry to leave."

Qian Erbai looked at Qiao's mother, only to see that she was a little uncomfortable, and then said: "It's not relative, so I don't want to trouble others."

Mother Qiao sighed, and said earnestly: "Son, whether you like boys or girls, love doesn't fall from the sky, you always don't touch anyone. , how can we find the right person?" Qian Erbai

smiled, got up and put his coat on the two of them, and said, "It's windy in the afternoon, let's go home early."

Mom and Dad sat in the back row.

Looking at the back of his son's head who was serious about driving, Father Qiao murmured softly: "Let him decide on his own affairs, so don't make fools of yourself." Mother Qiao stared at him, what is blind words, she was not worried about her son's withdrawn personality , unwilling to take the initiative, and so incomprehensible, if you don't urge me a little bit, is it possible to watch my son end up alone for the rest of his life?

Lu Liuliu was also worried about the host, it frowned, and asked puzzledly: "This is the first person who took the initiative to promote the development of the task in person, why didn't the host give it a try?"

Qian Erbai was silent After a while, I asked an irrelevant question: "After the task is completed, why can we retreat unscathed?"

Lu Liuliu didn't understand what this had to do with his own question, but he still answered seriously: "There is a unique imprint in the host's consciousness, which can confuse the world's will for a certain period of time. Open it."

Qian Erbai made an inference: "If this unique imprint is transferred to the product of the small world, then it can also be taken away together." The

system should be, and at the same time corrected: "In theory, this is the case, but the imprint is Those that coexist with consciousness cannot be transferred."

Qian Erbai nodded and stopped talking.

Lu Liuliu knew that the host would not answer his question, so he could only keep watching the progress bar. The task has been completed to 60%, it is a critical period, and we must not take it lightly.

Xia Changdian listened to the station announcement in the car: "Hello passengers, the current arrival station is Jiangcheng Station, stop for 15 minutes, and the arrival station ahead is: Tangshi Station. The arrival time is about 16:13."

He took a deep breath , Take out your phone and report to Brother Xiong. Although it can be regarded as the first to kill and then play, but if you don't confess at this time, wouldn't it be more embarrassing to wait alone at the station by then.

[Child]: Brother? If I go to you, will you agree?

Qian Erbai had just sent Qiao's parents and Qiao's mother home, before he sat down, when he saw the news of the child, his heart moved, and he asked Lu Liuliu to check Xia Changdian's location.

Looking at the little red dot located in Jiangcheng and constantly moving towards Tang City along the g525 line, he thought to himself: Sure enough.

Judging by this speed, I'm afraid he was already in the car when I talked to him in the morning. No wonder he said so little, so he was guilty.

He was a little funny, the child was like a little hamster who stole the sesame oil, afraid of being blamed and secretly came to the test, thinking that the hiding was perfect, but he didn't know that the beard had not been wiped clean, it had already been exposed.

Qian Erbai did not poke him, pretending not to know.

[Brother Xiong]: Of course welcome, do you want to come over?

Xia Changdian was struggling, his heart beating like a drum.

[Children]: ... um

[Brother Xiong]: Okay, come here when the time comes, I will definitely pick you up when the time comes.

[Child]: Brother, don't be angry

[Child]: I'll be there in a while, and I've passed Jiangcheng now... After

posting, Xia Changdian stared closely at the "the other party is typing" at the top.

The longer the time, the more flustered he became. Pressing his hand on his chest, he patted it vigorously, and the heart that was about to pop out of his throat slowly calmed down.

A message finally came on the screen.

[Brother Xiong]: When you arrive, follow the flow of people, don't rush out of the station, wait for my news.

Xia Changdian's heart was finally in his stomach, and looking at those words again, he seemed to be a child who had just gone out for the first time, and was warned by the adults in the family worriedly.

He bit his lip and muttered softly, "I'm not a child." But the corners of his mouth could not be restrained, and his eyes were bent into two crescent moons.

Pressing off the phone, Qian Erbai stood up, and when he raised his head, he met Qiao's parents and Qiao's mother's inquisitive eyes. The two were a little embarrassed, and turned their heads away as if nothing had happened. But he couldn't stop the curiosity in his heart, and his eyes rolled back and forth following his son's movements.

Qian Erbai put on his shoes, picked up the key, and said, "I'll go out for a while."

"Why are you going?" Qiao's mother asked.

"Pick up someone." Qian Erbai smiled mysteriously, opened the door and went out, leaving the husband and wife looking at each other, full of suspicion.

Mother Qiao stared at Father Qiao for a while, then suddenly smiled mysteriously, and said, "Old Qiao, it seems that we have to tidy up the bedroom next to Qiao Qiao."

Father Qiao was at a loss, why? what does it mean?

Father Qiao's appetite was suspended, and he felt uncomfortable like a cat scratching. He kept asking, but Mother Qiao just smiled mysteriously, and smiled twice... Ask again, and Mother Qiao just said, "You will know in a while." He is very upset, he wants to know now! Always smiling, what are you laughing at?

When the car stopped at the station, Xia Changdian grabbed the straps hanging from both sides of the backpack, like a schoolboy, obediently followed the crowd down the stairs, up the stairs, turned left and right, and finally came to the underground pick-up hall.

Looking at the signs, he knew why his brother Xiong didn't let him out of the station. There were five squares marked here, east, west, north, south, and central. So, he obediently stood against the wall, waiting for Brother Xiong to claim it.

He had a fair face, a slender figure, and was dressed as a student with a bag on his back. He stood at the base of the wall and looked at the crowd blankly, with an innocent and pitiful look. Passers-by took the time to glance at him even though they were in a hurry, and the ground crew also glanced at him several times, wondering if he needed help.

Fortunately, Qian Erbai arrived soon, and directed him to walk towards the South Square by phone.

The exit of the station is right in front of you, and the not-so-wide exit is full of people. Xia Changdian saw Brother Xiong at a glance.

After losing weight completely, Brother Xiong has a more iron-blooded temperament, not like an anchor, but like a soldier who came down from the battlefield.

Qian Erbai was wearing a silver-gray windbreaker, his hair was cut short, his smooth forehead was exposed, and his eyes were sharp. He was searching for Xia Changdian among the crowd leaving the station. Relying on the advantages of height and body shape, he forcibly created a feeling of standing out from the crowd.

Qian Erbai seemed to have noticed him, and took a step forward. Xia Changdian's heartbeat, which hadn't been restless since he got off the car and walked all the way, became stable in an instant. He walked a few steps quickly, and finally ran towards that person. There was a big smile on his face.

"Brother!!!"

Qian Erbai, who was thrown into his arms by the child and almost took a few steps back, helplessly hugged Xia Changdian, who looked like a madman, and half dragged him out of the crowd.

"Okay, okay, let go." Qian Erbai rubbed the top of the child's hair, whispering as if coaxing the child.

The tone of his brother's name was so loud that many people turned their heads to look at them, and even smiled kindly at Qian Erbai.

But Xia Changdian had been hugging him for a long time, and he didn't even let go when he was walking, so Qian Erbai had no choice but to walk out with his arms like a child, which was a bit funny. Several people had already taken out their mobile phones and secretly took pictures, and one or two small screams suppressed their excitement could be vaguely heard.

Xia Changdian was not willing to let go, and rubbed against Brother Xiong's hard stomach, obviously feeling that Brother Xiong flinched back uncomfortably, and then stood up straight with a cute face.

Sitting in the car, Qian Erbai looked at the rearview mirror and reversed the car. Xia Changdian turned his head and stared at Qian Erbai blankly. He didn't pay attention to him, and turned his head to stare again, busier than Qian Erbai, the driver.

Qian Erbai thought it was funny, and deliberately teased him: "Why are you here so early, can't wait to go to the concert?"

Xia Changdian choked, and retorted: "Of course not!"

"Oh?" Qian Erbai raised his eyebrows noncommittally, Smiling and waiting for his answer.

Xia Changdian felt his heartbeat start to speed up again, he gritted his teeth and said, "I, I miss you."

Qian Erbai said, "Do you miss me or miss you?"

Xia Changdian blushed: "I miss you all." During the day I miss food, and at night I miss you. Of course, he dared not say this.