Chapter 99 (1/2)

Sometimes painting is a boring job. It takes a little time to mix the paint.

Once in, he forgot everything.

Someone knocked on the door but couldn't hear him. He blended several colors all the time, classified the colors, and then began to draw.

When Xu Haodong is at home, he will take him to dinner. Once Fang Zheng enters, he will not hear anything outside the window and shout that he will not come to the table. Xu Haodong simply puts the food in his hand. Fang Zheng sits in front of the painting and eats mechanically, staring at the painting to find out what he is dissatisfied with.

Xu Haodong is no longer at home. No one cares about him any more. He brings in all his lunch and dinner and puts them on the tea table. He thinks the color is wrong from the side and goes to adjust it.

Tired enough not to care about other things, in a small bed a nest sleep, up to continue. When he comes back, yesterday's meal has gone bad.

In three or four days, he ate two meals that didn't go bad, and threw away the rest. He simply told uncle Hua not to send them to him when he sent them to him.

It's not good to waste food. I went to the supermarket and bought a lot of bread. When I was hungry, I picked up a loaf to chew.

No matter how much Xu Haodong thinks about Fang Zheng during the day, he doesn't dare to make a phone call, even if he calls in vain. When Fang Zheng creates his works, his mobile phone is almost closed. He won't take his mobile phone unless he comes back to his senses and wants to rest when he's tired.

When he calls at night, if he doesn't get through for the first time, Xu Haodong won't call for the second time. He knows that the dispute is not over. Fang will call him when the dispute is over.

For several days, he thought that even if Fang Zheng was sleepy and couldn't get his breakfast out, he would send his lunch and dinner home. You can't fight until you're hungry.

Every night when he called, Fang Zheng asked him if he was eating. He said he was eating.

Xu Haodong went for a walk with Xu's mother for four or five days, but he didn't go to his heart. Then on the seventh day of Xu's treatment, Xu Haodong didn't know how to call uncle Hua and wanted to ask Fang Zheng if he had eaten much.

”I didn't give it to him for three or four days. He didn't let me. He said he had food.”

Xu Haodong felt a thump in his heart.

”I don't want you to listen to him?”

”I didn't say that he didn't eat the food. The food was thrown out in double. How could it be delivered? How could it be thrown into the garbage can the next day? Isn't it a waste of food?”

”He's at home alone?”

”A person, also don't go out, oh, by the way, a few days ago he went to the supermarket to buy a lot of things, from then on don't let me deliver food.”

Xu Haodong hangs up and goes to find his mother.

”Mom, I'll go back once. I think Fang Zheng will starve to death. I'll have a look! Uncle Hua hasn't given him any food for three or four days. I don't know what he eats! ”

How to cook? Don't think about it. He would rather starve than do it. Let alone order the kitchen, it's almost like suicide. He doesn't dare, and Xu Haodong doesn't dare. Besides, he's lazy. He's too lazy to make hot water.

I haven't seen a mummy at home for several days.

Regardless of his mother, his mother also urged him to come back quickly. Xu Haodong ran home with the speed of his wife's dystocia and massive bleeding. The living room was a mess of wrapping paper, and there were a lot of bread and biscuits in the bag. The bread was hairy and green, and Fang Zheng was not in the living room. Xu Haodong screamed in his heart. His daughter-in-law was starving and rushed to the studio in a hurry. Fang Zheng was sitting in the drawing room On the chair in front of the easel, look at your hands.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, looking over his head, Xu Haodong has rushed to the door of the studio.

Fang vied with joy on his face, then extended his hand to the east of Xu Hao.

”I've been short of vitamins recently and my hands are peeling.”

When Xu Haodong saw that Fangzheng was intact, he was still in the mood to complain to him that his hands were peeling. Heart, Baji fell back to his stomach, grabbed his hand, knelt down in front of Fangzheng, and buried his face in his palm.

Estimated to be a lack of vitamins, lack of water, refers to the abdomen was a long number of small pimples, a little itchy, buckle broken after the start of peeling.

Fang Zheng is thinking about applying some hand cream or some ointment. Xu Haodong comes back, and Fang Zheng complains about being coquettish. You see, you see, you don't care about me, my hands are not good.

Xu Haodong slapped Fang Zheng on the back of his hand.

”Sharpen the human spirit.”

There's no such thing as fighting. He's worried and worried. He's a wolf in the stomach and lacks courage.

Fang Zheng and Xu Haodong sit cross legged face to face. Xu Haodong takes a nail clipper to trim the barbs beside his nails, cut off the old skin on his finger pulp, and cut off his fingernails by the way. He applies a layer of hand cream and massages every joint in place.

Fang Zheng holds his chin to see Xu Haodong carefully and carefully trim his nails and smiles.

”Just nibble bread, won't you have anything else?”

Xu Haodong is so angry that he really wants to beat him.

”Why don't you eat the food uncle Hua has sent you?”

”It's not as good as you make.”

Xu Haodong wants to say something more. Fang Zheng winks at him.

”I want to eat your fried noodles.”

”You're my ancestor. You'll die.”I didn't have a temper at all. I wanted to scold him a few more words. When I saw his flattering smile, my heart softened.

Grasp the trimmed hand and try to grasp it on his chin. He doesn't feel tingling, but it's well trimmed. He won't catch anything on his nails.

”Take a bath, change your clothes and ventilate the windows. I'm going to cook. ”

He quickly rolled up his sleeves to do housework. Fang Zheng lazily opened the windows for ventilation and took a bath. When he came out, the mess in the living room was cleaned up, and Xu Hao brought out a bowl of steaming fried noodles.

Fang Zheng bought a lot of things, but he didn't open the tinned luncheon meat. Xu Haodong used the luncheon meat to make fried noodles for him, but Fang Zheng almost swallowed all the dishes. It's not easy. After several days, he finally had dinner.

”You've been eating bread these days?”

”Well, I was going to eat one at a time, but I forgot. I just bought a lot and forgot to eat. I eat one a day. I find that I'm anti hungry. ”

”Just worry about me. What are you doing these days? Painting is not the way.”