"Why is this thing so annoying? Doesn't it just sound like that? What other artistic conception is needed? I don't want to learn anymore!"

"Li Qing really doesn't want to learn anymore? Let me see if it's true?"

"Your Majesty, you are so annoying, go away, go away, I said I won't learn anymore!"

"If you don't leave, I promised you at the beginning that I would teach Li Qing step by step..."

…

"call……"

In the spacious and dark room, the man lying on the bed slowly sat up.

Taking a deep breath, Fu Tingshen reached out and turned on the light in the room, revealing a handsome face that could make all women scream.

I walked out of bed and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was five-fifty in the morning, not too late, but not too early either.

According to Fu Tingshen's usual schedule, he should get up in half an hour.

After picking up the kettle and pouring a glass of water and drinking it in one gulp, Fu Tingshen sat at the desk and closed his eyes.

This time the dream seemed to have changed again, but Fu Tingshen could no longer remember what happened in the dream, only some vague images remained.

This time it seems that a man who has never appeared before has appeared. What is the relationship between this man and the previous man?

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Tingshen finally opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to unfold a piece of rice paper, took the brush on the side and slowly sketched on the paper.

Not long after, two figures, one standing and one sitting, appeared on the rice paper. The guqin placed in front of the sitting figure was vaguely visible.

…

"Dong dong dong..."

At the moment when the picture on the rice paper was taking shape, a knock on the door broke the silence in the room.

"Come in." Looking at the completed picture, Fu Tingshen casually threw the brush into the brush wash aside.

"Seventh Master?" Yan Zhou walked in from the door and was stunned when he saw Fu Ting standing in front of the desk, still wearing pajamas.

"What?" Fu Tingshen raised his eyebrows slightly, but why did Yan Zhou come to his house today?

"The company has a meeting at eight o'clock. Master Qi is now..." Yan Zhou asked cautiously. Why did he feel that he couldn't understand it?

Fu Tingshen raised his eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. Only then did he realize that the hour hand had pointed to the character "8" at some point.

It's already eight o'clock.

Rubbing his forehead, Fu Tingshen found that he had no memory of the two hours that had just passed. While painting, he seemed to have fallen into some mysterious thought.

His eyes fell on the table again, to be precise, on the painting he had just painted.

On the paper, I saw two men sitting and standing under the peach tree. The man sitting looked up at the standing man, seeming to be complaining about something, and his slender fingers were casually resting on the strings of the guqin.

The expressions of the two people could not be clearly seen, and even their looks were blurred. I could only vaguely feel that they looked good.

It can be seen from the clothes of the two people and the exposed eaves on the side that their identities are not simple.

Is this really what he just drew?

Fu Ting closed his eyes deeply and found that he had no memory of the details when he was painting.

I just remember that the pen followed my heart, and finally this picture jumped onto the paper, as if this picture had already been engraved in the depths of my memory.

"Seventh Master?" When he didn't get an answer, Yan Zhou felt a little uneasy and asked again.

"The meeting will be postponed until half past nine." Fu Tingshen casually ordered as he stretched out his hand to roll up the dried painting.

Then he turned around and walked to the locker room nearby.

"Yes." Confirming that Fu Tingshen was acting as usual, Yan Zhou nodded, his heart hanging in the air was slightly relieved, and he turned around and started to inform the company that the recall would be postponed.

Not long after, Fu Tingshen walked out of the locker room, arranging the tie around his neck while walking around:

"Help me bring that painting on the table to the company."

Today's memories are related to the direction of the company next year. Even Fu Tingshen didn't waste much time, but he really couldn't let it go, so he simply took it directly to the company.

Painting? What painting?

"Okay." Yan Zhou had doubts in his heart, but he didn't show it at all on his face. He quickly stepped forward, and after a while, he saw the rice paper rolled up on the desk.

Looking at the back of Fu Tingshen who had gone out, and then at the rice paper on the table, Yan Zhou fell into a struggle between heaven and man.

From what he saw when he just opened the door, Qi Ye's abnormal behavior today was all because of this painting.

And this painting seems to have been painted by Master Qi himself, so what exactly did Master Qi draw?

It is impossible to say that I am not curious.

But in the end, Yan Zhou suppressed his curiosity, found an empty brocade box from the bookshelf nearby, and put the rice paper directly into it.

"Seventh Master."

When Yan Zhou came out of the study, he was surprised to find Fu Tingshen sitting at the dining table.

You must know that in the past, when he was obviously late, Master Qi never took time to come out for breakfast.

Not to mention breakfast, there are times when you don’t eat during the day when you are busy. What is this today?

"Have you had breakfast?" As if he didn't notice Yan Zhou's surprise, Fu Ting took a deep sip of milk, and then frowned almost inaudibly.

"Not yet..." Although he didn't know what Fu Tingshen meant, Yan Zhou still answered honestly.

"Then let's eat together. The food is in the kitchen. Go get it yourself." Fu Tingshen said without raising his head.

"Yes." Putting the brocade box in front of Fu Tingshen, Yan Zhou quickly walked to the kitchen nearby. After a while, he came out with a plate of breakfast that was exactly the same as Fu Tingshen's.

As soon as he sat down opposite Fu Tingshen, Yan Zhou heard the voice coming from Fu Qiye's mobile phone on the table:

"That's pretty much it. You'll have to send me a message at dinner time, you know?"

The clear and unique voice belongs to Li Xingchen.

Yan Zhou felt as if he had discovered the truth about why Master Fu Qi took time to have breakfast in his busy schedule.

"knew."

After drinking the last sip of milk, Fu Tingshen reluctantly picked up the phone and responded to the remote monitoring from her boyfriend.

"Have you finished eating? Tell me, Kangkang, have you ever violated the law?" Li Xingchen reacted quickly, and almost in the next second, he motioned to Fu Tingshen to take a photo of him.

After getting a photo of the empty plate and the finished milk glass in front of Fu Tingshen, I was satisfied and relieved.

But at the same time, I never forget to remind you day after day:

"You are not allowed to drink black coffee on an empty stomach from now on. I will ask Assistant Yan to move the coffee machine out of your office later, and..."

Ah……

Looking at the long speech from Li Xingchen on the screen, Fu Tingshen shook his head helplessly.

Lin Jinshi and the others also said that they had raised a son. How could any son in the world take care of me like this?

"Assistant Yan, why did you come out without breakfast this morning?" After comforting the little guy, Fu Tingshen raised his eyes and looked at the assistant sitting opposite him.

"I got up a little late today." Yan Zhou had a trace of embarrassment on his face. He originally thought he would be scolded by Master Qi after coming out of the house, but who knew that Master Qi was rarely unpunctual today.

"Isn't your girlfriend worried?" Fu Tingshen nodded. According to Yanzhou's current address, he needs to get up at 6:50 at the latest every morning. Occasionally he gets up late, which is understandable.

"...When I went out, my girlfriend hadn't gotten up yet." Yan Zhou seemed to understand the meaning of Fu Tingshen's question for a moment, but his thoughts flashed too fast and he couldn't catch it.

Sure enough, the next moment Yanzhou heard a boastful voice from Fu Tingshen:

"That's good, otherwise the partner would wake up too early and wouldn't be able to eat breakfast freely."

Yan Zhou paused while holding the milk in his hand. Why did he feel that today's breakfast didn't taste good?

Qiye, you can just complain, can you put the bright smile on your face away?

Also, can this ostentatious tone be changed?

Are you afraid that others won't know what you mean?

It's as if no one has a partner...

Well, compared with Young Master Li, his partner is indeed the same as having none.

Young Master Li, who was far away in Jincheng High School, didn't know that he was just showing off to the man when he was just paying attention to the man's physical condition as usual.

At this time, he was holding the book list An Weiyang gave him and quickly flipping through it.

"Why are you suddenly interested in these books?" Fu Yichen, who was walking by Li Xingchen, saw several books on Li Xingchen's table at a glance.

This was the first time he saw books on Li Xingchen's desk that had nothing to do with exercises, and there were several more.

"I'm going to participate in a variety show after the new year. I need it." Li Xingchen flipped through the book in his hand and answered without raising his head.

"What variety show?" Unlike outsiders, Fu Yichen naturally knows some things that others in the class don't know when he stays in the Fu family.

For example, Li Xingchen will still stay in the entertainment industry in the future. For example, the actor who plays "Su Zian" who is often discussed in the class is actually Li Xingchen. Before the midterm exam, Li Xingchen took a week off just to film "Mountains and Rivers".

""The Sea of ​​Learning"." Li Xingchen replied calmly, still not raising his head. He had already turned several pages of the book in his hand as he spoke.

Fu Yichen, who took out his mobile phone to check the information on "Learning in the Sea", was silent. Are all of you students in variety shows so hardcore?
To be continued...