"Won't you?"

"Then I'll teach you."

Su Qiao took the phone, skillfully downloaded the game, and helped him register and recharge.

Later, I explained it carefully to him and showed him the on-the-spot operation.

In the silent basement, only her slightly sandy voice sounded.

It's like a beautiful piece of music that has always flowed in the boy's heart.

The eyes that were as indifferent as a frozen lake gradually became brighter.

Su Qiao said with a dry mouth, but fortunately, she had bought juice before.

"How? Will it? ”

The boy hesitated slightly, then nodded his head in her expectant gaze.

Su Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Shoved the phone back into his hand and admonished, "You have to be smart for me, don't hold me back." ”

After trying to play for a while, the boy put the phone in front of Su Qiao with a little embarrassment: "Yes..... is that so?" ”

"Yes, yes, that's it, you're so smart."

It's not Su Qiao's exaggeration, the IQ of the man in her family, that's definitely first-class.

A person who is new to the game, but can play like a seasoned veteran player, she has to boast.

Besides, don't they all say that children should be praised more?

It's a lot of boasting, it's right.

It was so happily decided.

Su Qiao didn't feel at all that she had put herself in the role of 'parent'.

When Jiang Yihan heard this, his face turned slightly red, and he said in a low voice: "I'm not smart. ”

There was a pause.

"Not as smart as you."

She usually sleeps or plays games in class, and says that if she is the first in the exam, she will be the first in the exam.

The really smart one is her.

Su Qiao also inherited the truth that 'children must boast more', and hurriedly said solemnly:

"No, you're smart, the smartest person I've ever seen, and you've drawn very well, the best I've ever seen."

By chance, his drawing book was touched to the ground by a classmate, and he was ridiculed by many people at the time.

Xiao Si showed Su Qiao some of the works he had painted.

Maybe it's because everyone's appreciation angle and level are different, but Su Qiao thinks it's very good.

His paintings are ...... It's darker.

It's all dark.

Maybe it has something to do with his life experience since he was a child.

A gleam flashed in Jiang Yihan's eyes: "You also like to paint?" ”

Su Qiao nodded: "Yes, when I am in a good mood or depressed, I like to draw and express some thoughts in my heart through painting." ”

"I liked ink painting at first, and then I liked oil painting, so one day we will go to the countryside together to paint landscapes, okay?"

The light in Jiang Yihan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the scene of the two of them painting on the beautiful lawn even appeared in his mind.

He couldn't help but want to nod, but at the last moment, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he shook his head slightly.

"Why not?"

Even though the light wasn't very bright, Su Qiao saw the glint of hope in his eyes.

"You hate me?"

Su Qiao frowned and thought about it.

"Are you like those people, who think my brother is a rapist and I'm a thug, so you look down on me and don't want to play with me?"

Jiang Yihan didn't expect her to misunderstand, and shook his head a little anxiously: "No, I'...... I ......"

"Not? Why is that? ”

When she was on vacation, she went to climb a mountain or something, which was a very common thing for Su Qiao, so she forgot about Jiang Yihan's situation for a while.

"I ...... I don't have time. Jiang Yihan lowered his head a little frustratedly.

He was confined to his home except for school, and was not allowed to go anywhere, even on Sundays.

How can there be no time?

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