the landlord is a former

——At that time you held my hand, and I decided to go with you.

When Xia Lan was most afraid, most helpless, most anxious, and most self-blaming, Qiao Lu appeared in front of her and held her hand firmly. Crushed, exposing the fragile softness inside.

It was incompetence, uselessness, cowardice, and the cemetery of her rotten soul, where her corpses piled up one after another.

Any little thing in life, an insignificant detail, can trigger a magnitude [-] earthquake in her heart. Naturally, the place where the shock is the strongest is here, from pain to numbness, and then to pain.

That person's hand is the umbrella, the temperature is the medicine, the face is the sense of security, and the eyes are the light.

In her world, it is cloudy and rainy, the umbrella blocks the rain for her, the medicine heals her countless wounds, the sense of security makes her rely on, and the light guides her to go out.

It's very simple for her to let go of her defenses, that's all, how easy it is, she hates herself so easily, but she can't generate the strength to resist, she loathes and envies herself at the same time.

"Have you lost your way?" Qiao Lu held her hand tightly, fixed his eyes on her eyes, and caught a touch of red that hadn't faded away in time.

The glass doll seemed about to shatter, and the thing that was about to come out was shedding its skin.

Xia Lan murmured "Hmm" and lowered her head in shame.

There is no one more stupid than her, and she can get lost in the mall. It is predictable that normal people will say: Don't you read the signs?Don't know how to ask someone?Can't make a phone call?

There is a villain in my heart, holding a knife, stabbing himself with a knife, the blood is drained, leaving only pus.

Xia Lan remained silent, waiting for the harsh criticism to come, she felt that she could hold back her tears, at least she would cry when she got back.

"It's okay, I'm here."

He whispered softly in his ear, and the temperature on the back of his hand suddenly disappeared.Qiao Lu raised his hand to touch the back of her head, slid his palm down on the shoulder and patted it lightly, then took her hand again.

Xia Lan trembled all over, raised her eyes and stared at her in a daze, her eyes were sour and astringent.

"Do you like strawberry flavored things? I bought a mousse cake, here." Qiao Lu smiled softly, raised his other hand, and there was a small pink triangular cake in a transparent box.

The huge bright red strawberry above is particularly eye-catching.

Xia Lan recalled the taste of strawberries, it was sour and sweet, she subconsciously nodded, suppressed her frustration, and forced out a fairly natural smile.

Eat sweets when you are in a bad mood, and exercise more when you are in a good mood.

Qiao Lu has been doing this all the time, although she doesn't know how many times she has been scolded by her manager, but she doesn't care, money can't buy her willingness.But today she realized that she was selfish and only wanted Xia Xia to be with her, but ignored her feelings.

The deep fear in those eyes; almost weeping with joy when he saw her; both remorse and grievance.

The silly girl thought she was hiding well.

Qiao Lu couldn't tell what was in his heart, whether it was joy or worry.Her glass doll will shatter at any time. She is happy because she takes the responsibility of protection on her own shoulders. She is worried because she doesn't believe that she can protect the glass doll, and she doesn't know if she accidentally breaks it. what to do.

It's not her character to be entangled, but facing Xia Lan, she has to be entangled.

After watching the movie, Qiao Lu led Xia Lan out.

The two walked around the floor, and Qiao Lu would buy something she liked when she saw it. She wanted to buy it for Xia Lan, but was rejected N times.

There was a bakery on the first floor. When passing by, she could smell the rich aroma of milk. Xia Lan paused, and her gaze stayed for a while longer.

Qiao Lu seemed careless, but in fact he was paying attention to the people around him everywhere. The girl only gave one look. She took out her card without saying a word, stepped forward, and said to the clerk: "All strawberry-flavored cakes are the same."

"No need..." Xia Lan opened her mouth, her voice was a little low, and the clerk didn't hear it.

Qiao Lu heard it, turned his head and smiled, leaned into her ear and whispered, "Give me a chance to please my idol."

"..."

The girl blushes easily, from the neck to the tips of the ears, the beautiful peach blossom color dyes the first snow.

I told you not to call her an idol.Xia Lan was thinking dully, but she didn't realize that she was acting like a baby in her heart.

The little emotions that ordinary girls would show, if placed on her body, it is impossible to express it in this life, they can only live it in their hearts, and it will not work for a long time, it will cause their own physical disgust.

"actually--"

"Ok?"

Feeling the hot gaze on her face, Xia Lan didn't dare to look up, staring nervously at the fragrant bread in the cupboard, she whispered: "My mother used to work in a food factory, and I went there many times when I was a child. ingredients, make bread, and taste exactly like this.”

He said this to explain why he stopped, but he felt a little embarrassed when he said it, so he shut up.

It's best to keep your own affairs in mind, she seldom mentions them to outsiders, everyone is very busy, so there is no time to listen to her ramblings.

"Auntie's bread must be delicious." Qiao Lu lowered his eyes and looked at her with a smile, his heart rippling with heat.

It is a glass doll exuding the aroma of butter bread.

want to eat.

"Do I have that blessing?"

Xia Lan was surprised that she could answer, her chaotic eyes lit up for a moment, then darkened again, "She's gone."

So what, the influence of her original family did not dissipate with her death. On the contrary, the culprits escaped from the painful world, leaving her to live on in dire straits.

"..."

Qiao Lu was a little flustered, he held the girl's hand tightly, and pulled her closer, "I'm sorry."

"No." A bright smile suddenly appeared on Xia Lan's face, "I'm very happy."

"???"

Before Christmas, Xia Lan finished the painting.

In recent years, there has been a wave of retro style. People are tired of the fast-paced things brought about by the development of science and technology, and began to pursue the classic footprints. Some of them really like it, and some are for pretending.

To take a full-body photo, you only need to tap the screen of your mobile phone, but to paint a full-body oil portrait, it takes ten days and half a month. Show off.

Qiao Lu disdains these things, but she really likes them.

Xia Lan knew it, so she insisted on refusing to accept the money, saying that she would give it to her.

Originally, I am not a famous artist, so it is good if someone likes it. She is not short of money at present, and works that do not contain commercial atmosphere are her favorites.

Painting Qiao Lu is with emotion.

She didn't know what kind of emotion it was, it was hidden in her heart, fresh and secret, ready to move but had to hold back.She scolded herself for being cheap, as long as someone treats her better.

The secret that can't be said is that she once had the same feelings for Fu Baiqiu, but when the other party made it clear that she was her younger sister, she immediately stopped thinking about it.

The only advantage of a person like her is that she is ruthless, good feelings come and go quickly, and if there is a slight turbulence, they will go quickly. As long as she does not allow herself to do anything, she will tie that matter to a pillar of shame in her heart, and her pathological shame will naturally Kill all emotions.

Now, she doesn't allow herself to like Qiao Lu.

The dirty and rotten walking dead should consciously stay in a dark corner. The clear sky outside does not belong to her. She will soon return to her small rainy world and sleep alone.

The girl refused to accept the money, Qiao Lu couldn't force it, and he couldn't help feeling sorry.

But thinking about it from another angle, this shows that Xia Xia regards her as a friend, and she owes her a favor in disguise, and she can repay it when she finds an opportunity in the future.

On the day Xia Lan went back, Qiao Lu sent her off, but she only sent her to the subway station.

The car stopped, Xia Lan unbuckled her seat belt, and was about to open the door when Qiao Lu called her: "Xia Xia."

She paused and raised her head.

Those brown eyes were bright and bright, filled with nostalgia and reluctance, and she smiled gently and beautifully. Xia Lan's eyelashes trembled, and she felt that she was tied up by a giant rubber band and couldn't breathe.

Qiao Lu rested one hand on the steering wheel, rubbing his palms together to generate heat, and said after a while, "Are you friends now?"

"......Yes."

Right.

It was rare for Xia Lan not to turn her face away, but cautiously looked directly into her eyes, and was sucked in bit by bit by the vortex of gravity inside.

She saw Qiao Lu's eyes bent into crescents, and his apple muscles piled up, revealing two rows of neat and white teeth.

"Come to my house to play, the room will always be reserved for you."

"it is good."

The girl was leaving, and Qiao Lu got out of the car to carry the wooden box and easel for her. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly had an idea, which he kept in his heart.

Watching Xia Lan cross the road and turn into the alley, Qiao Lu returned to the car, put on the Bluetooth headset, and called Fu Baiqiu while driving back.

"Hey?"

"How do you lesbians flirt with girls, teach me quickly."

"???"

"I seem to be bent."

"..."

Qiao Lu couldn't get enough of the oil painting every day. Standing in front of the canvas seemed to be looking in a mirror. She even felt that she looked better, more vivid, and more vivid in the painting, especially the eyes.

The eyes that I have seen countless times in the past 30 years burst into a strange and magnificent brilliance at the moment of being frozen, and a warm feeling slowly flows in the brown pupils, but there is something solid hidden behind it, which she has never noticed.

She really liked it, and she couldn't help posting it on Weibo.

【You hold a pen and penetrate into my heart】

In less than half a day, this blog was reposted tens of thousands of times, and Xiti ranked first in the hot search, keyword: Qiao Lu oil painting

Fans yelled in the comment section, were shocked, electrocuted, teased, and confessed their love in a fancy way.

[My deer eyes are so gentle, did you see someone you like? 】

[Stop talking, my sister is watching me (rescue...)]

[I don’t know who painted it, it’s amazing, I want to marry a painting T_T]

[Give me the pen!Lulu x Painter, the 30-word sweet essay is arranged! 】

……

Qiao Lu flipped through the comments, and was used to seeing fans startled for a while. In an era where entertainment is paramount, fragmented information makes people dazzled. When the heat passes, everything will return to calm.

She bought a set of Michael Harding oil paints for Xia Lan, packaged them carefully, handwritten greeting cards, and prepared to send them out on Xia Lan's birthday.

She never expected that she shared it casually, which set off a trend among celebrities in the entertainment circle.

Some people find famous artists and spend high prices to customize oil paintings.Chen xx, a friend in the circle, asked her in private who was the person who made her portrait, and also wanted to make a custom one.

Qiao Lu inexplicably feels that his privately hidden treasure is being coveted by others.

No matter what you do in the circle, introductions from acquaintances are popular, but Qiao Lu can't help his friend's face, so he decided to ask Xia Lan for his opinion.

Xia Lan agreed very readily.

She never knew how to refuse this kind of help, and perhaps because she was Qiao Lu's friend, she couldn't refuse even more. Thinking that she was in good condition recently and had nothing to do in her free time, she naturally agreed.

Chen xx asked to paint the exterior scene, and the location was chosen in a private garden.

On the day of the first draft, Qiao Lu went with Xia Lan, and Chen xx came late, chatting and laughing with her for a while before getting into the RV, changing clothes and choosing a style.

Wearing a skirt in winter and standing outside for more than two hours is unbearable to anyone.

Chen xx gradually became a little irritable. At first, she politely asked Xia Lan when it would be better, but then she simply put on a cold face and urged her impatiently.

However, Xia Lan was most afraid of loud voices and impatience. Those bad emotions penetrated into her heart and merged with the corrupt and dirty black air, constantly gnawing at the calm she worked hard to maintain.

She couldn't concentrate, her reaction was gradually slowed down, she was in a daze uncontrollably before the line fell, and her mind went blank.

"Can you hurry up?"

"Do you want to freeze me to death?"

The woman's voice was sharp, and every time she yelled, Xia Lan's hands couldn't help trembling, and she couldn't write, her heart was entangled in anxiety, and she became more and more at a loss.

Seeing it, Qiao Lu was heartbroken. Since her friend didn't lose face, she just took her paintbrush and said calmly, "No more painting, go home."

"?"

Xia Lan stared at her in a daze as she squatted down to pack her painting tools and paints. The small rainy world was suddenly torn apart, and the land was shattered. Anxiety and fear were like two iron chains, tightly binding her powerless soul.

She is stupid.

She screwed up.

Joe deer was angry.

How to do......

Her eyes were red from holding back, and her shame forced her tears to be obedient and not to fall.

Qiao Lu moved quickly, packed up his things swiftly, carried a wooden box in one hand, and an easel in the other, and walked towards the car with no expression on his face.

Xia Lan hurriedly followed.

"Eh?! How did you go? Hey!"

The speed of the car was as usual, neither fast nor slow, and Qiao Lu was also as usual, with a calm face and lazy eyes, staring at the front casually.

But the slightly furrowed eyebrows betrayed her true emotions.

She is angry.

Even if he is angry, he behaves indifferently, and will never be easily noticed by others.

Xia Lan sat in the co-pilot with her head down, her eyes glazed over, her limbs were numb, and her lips trembled slightly.When the accumulation of bad emotions reached the critical point, she couldn't release them, but could only digest them inward, adding food to the black dog.

She is useless.

Soaked in self-blame, Xia Lan naturally didn't realize that this road was not going back to her residence. She didn't realize until the car stopped that this was Qiao Lu's apartment.

"...I'm sorry." She muttered.

Qiao Lu didn't speak, didn't even look at her, quickly got out of the car, opened the trunk, and brought the wooden box and easel into the house.

Desperation came up little by little, and Xia Lan was submerged in the flood and fell into a complete collapse.

The tears were disobedient this time, falling down in a rustle, splashing drop by drop on the skirt of the clothes, blurring into transparent spray.

She sobbed softly, holding back and being careful.

The passenger door was suddenly opened, and Qiao Lu stood outside, smiling and stretching out his hand.

Xia Lan: "..."

That hand was slender and white, with slender knuckles. She held it subconsciously, got up and got out of the car, and was pulled into the house by a force.

The door closed slowly behind her, and Xia Lan fell into a warm embrace unexpectedly, with a faint fragrance in her nostrils.

Qiao Lu hugged her and said in a low voice, "From now on, you will only paint me."