Extraordinary relationship

After returning that day, Han Su was immersed in a state of excitement.There is almost a layer of frosted cellophane between him and Jin Shuan. The paper is thin, and the two can feel each other's warmth through the paper. The love behind the paper is real, and the haze makes each other's smiles become more dreamy and beautiful.

This feeling is so good, the indistinct reserve makes every little detail of the other party exciting, and I want to put it in my mouth and smack it back and forth.This is the most fascinating part of being in love, it comes abruptly without worrying about gain or loss.

Han Su looked at Jinshu'an's circle of friends, and it was still three months old. Time swallowed up the past on the Cornell campus, leaving only the "Sloppy King" in front of him.

He felt a little emotional in his heart, and then clicked on the WeChat settings, and changed the exclusive group and remarks of Jin Shuan to: Uncle Yuanfang—uncleJin

Afterwards, the screenshot was sent to Jinshuan.

After sending, he put his phone on the table, biting his nails and staring at it motionlessly, touching the screen from time to time to prevent it from turning black.Although I know that the other party is probably busy, it is impossible to deliberately hang him and not reply to the message, but the waiting during the ambiguous period always makes people extremely anxious.

The news of Jinshuan came almost at the same time as the afternoon class bell. Han Su had stood up and was about to go to the teacher to wander around. Hearing the news, he reminded his eyesight to pick it up quickly and saw the same screenshot as him popped up in the dialog box. Wechat group : Distant cousin—Little Pig’s Hoof

Han Su froze for a moment, stared at the screen in disbelief, and stood there completely dumbfounded, what did this person remark to him?

Piggy hooves?

I - damn it!

I treat you like an uncle, but you treat me like food?

Is that what today's social elites do?Looking at a very mature and stable old man, how could he be so coquettish behind his back?

Han Su rubbed his forehead and smiled for a while, then replied: [Smile/]

Throughout the afternoon of the second day of junior high school, Han Su was thinking about this matter, opening the screenshot repeatedly, laughing at the words "little pig's hooves" on it.

"Uncle Jin? Who is it?" Lin Lin accidentally saw the note on his screen, and asked in a low voice, "Are you relative? I haven't heard you mention it."

"...Cousin Yuanfang." Han suddenly scratched his temples, put his phone back into his pocket, and went to Baihui Building opposite her side by side, saying, "Why do you want to invite me to dinner?"

"I made a little money recently." Lin Lin took two quick steps, crossed the road and stood behind a red light, turned around and said, "I have a mortgaged house, and I paid it all at once."

"Hey, amazing!" Han Su raised his eyebrows and gave him a thumbs up.

Lin Lin's family belongs to the local well-off society. There is only one family, and the parents also love each other. They usually live together. The parents saved a down payment for a three-bedroom apartment in the school district early on. After Lin Lin worked in the studio, he used his own salary to support it.

Han Su asked her, "Do you usually have other part-time jobs besides painting? It's so mysterious that you don't tell us."

"You look down on my paintings, don't you? What if I sell them for a high price?" Lin Lin opened the door and entered the restaurant. The waiter led them to a seat by the window. She sat down and said with a grin, " I went home in the afternoon to write novels part-time, and my grades were not good before, so I never had the nerve to tell you, but recently I was in my early years, and I even sold the film and television rights."

"And this talent? Awesome!" Han Su was a little surprised, paused and said, "Does Lu Ye know?"

"No..." Lin Lin lowered her head to drink water, her exaggerated earrings jingled together with her movements, and she said, "I actually want to ask you for a favor today, find me a reliable decoration, don't be too Expensive, the kind with high cost performance...you can keep it a secret for me, including selling the copyright."

Han Su crossed his fingers and touched his chin, "Are you afraid of people?"

Lin Lin hugged the water glass and smiled a little far-fetched: "Isn't it bad to reveal your wealth, no one told you."

"Okay, you know everything in your heart, I won't say it outside." Han Su smiled, and after eating, he contacted two decoration teams to let her choose, and didn't say anything else.

After dinner, Han Su asked Lin Lin to go back first, and walked around to the office building next to him.This is a Grade A office building. A large number of elites settled in as soon as it was completed the year before last. The polished glass curtain wall shone coldly in the sun, and the sound of leather shoes rattled in the building one after another.

The two white-collar workers in the elevator were chatting with their delicate lips crackling, and a few words of English with resentment popped out from time to time.

The elevator stopped on the 22nd floor, and the harsh decoration sound rushed in.

The two women covered their noses, and Han suddenly walked straight down.

Jinshu'an's office occupies the entire golden floor. From here, one can have a panoramic view of the prosperity of the entire southern district.The decoration here is very fast, and you can almost see the general shape, which should be relatively similar to the style of Jinshu Anjia.

Saying hello to the foreman, Han suddenly went to Jinshu'an's office, standing in front of the large French window, just in time to see the plaque of the studio on the opposite side of the small old building, Han Su had a good eye, and saw the place on the window sill of his office at a glance. Bald Flower Pots.

He was suddenly a little lucky, thanks to not finding a good campus this year, otherwise it would be too late to be neighbors with Jin Shu'an. Thinking of Uncle Jin, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Jinshuan: "Liu Ran is going to take the XX Academy of Fine Arts exam next week, why don't you come and express your condolences?"

Jin Shu'an responded quickly to WeChat this time: Since the little pig's trotter has said so, let's go, uncle

Hey, what should I do, why does this old man have so many provocative words, he is a bit overwhelmed, Han suddenly covered half of his face and smiled, feeling a sweet itch in his heart.

A week passed quickly. On the day of the exam, Jin Shu'an went to the studio for a meeting. When he arrived at the studio, Liu Ran had already gone to the exam room.

The little boy who said that Han Ju prevented him from taking the exam went with Liu Ran. Although he knew that he would not pass the exam, he was so ashamed by Han Ju that he had no choice but to bite the bullet and apply for the exam.But this time Liu Ran really asked her to report to Han Su.

Nervous nerves can always stimulate people's potential, and there have been leaps and bounds in the examination room over the years, so taking the exam is most suitable for students like Liu Ran who dare not make breakthroughs and love to dig into the horns.

This girl has gone through several exams, and her painting style has gradually become looser. Although she is still prone to awkwardness sometimes, it is a good thing to be able to get rid of her craftsmanship.

Jin Shuan sat on the sofa, held Liu Ran's painting two days ago and praised: "Ms. Han is worthy of being a star in the art test. I thought she would have to wait at least half a year before she would change."

"That's right, I'm just that good." Teacher Han was flattered by the praise, and purposely leaned her upper body against him triumphantly, "So uncle today doesn't plan to reward me?"

"Okay." Jin Shu'an crossed Erlang's legs, tilted his head towards him, and gently whispered in his ear: "Uncle will make you braised pig's trotters tonight, do you want to eat?"

Han Su's heart was scratched unpreparedly, and he hurriedly straightened up, feeling that half of his shoulders were crumbling to pieces.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry I was sick and thought I could get up in the morning, but I didn't expect it to be serious. It's autumn, everyone pay attention to keep warm