: April days on earth (41)

Chu Luo told the story to Gu Xicheng as a joke one night. Gu Xicheng did not squeak over there. Chu Luo shook a few times and sent a black question mark to his face.
[Luo Shen: Missing again?
Luo Shen: Just now.
Luo Shen: Just squeak.
Brother Gao Fushuai: Squeak.
Roselle: ...
Roselle: Nimao.
Luo Shen: What are you crazy about?
Brother Gao Fushuai: It's better to concentrate on drawing at home instead of looking for a job.
Luo Shen: Brother, what can you draw at home?
Luo Luo: I really still paint and want to run around the world. Look at your son?
Brother Gao Fushuai: ...
Luo Shen: I'll tell you as a joke, why are you serious, I'm fine now.
Gao Fushuai, the elder brother: Going out to collect wind once that year?
Rosen: You get off—
Luo Shen: You haven't heard me talking, saying, don't you love me anymore?
Gao Fushuai, the elder brother: Hug, kiss, hold high?
Luo Shen: 呸
Luo Shen: I'll tell you anyway. I resigned. In the next few months, you remember to raise me.
Gao Fushuai, the elder brother: Raise for a lifetime.
Luo Shen: Before Zhao Xiaofei suggested that I go to teach a network.
Brother Gao Fushuai: Should I ask Dad to open an art school for you?
Luo Shen: what stuff?
Roselle: College?
Luo Shen: Brother, you are so rich.
Brother Gao Fushuai: There is nothing in the Gu family, so there is money that can't be spent.
Luo Shen: Hey, it's not yours.
Brother Gao Fushuai: Why it's not mine. The old man is my son. He has no one to give it.
Luo Shen: ...]
Chu Luo rolled around on the bed while holding her cell phone, thinking that her grandfather's death would be more than a month old. She and Gu Juexi had never seen each other after that.
[Little brother Gao Fushuai: What about Luo Yi Academy of Fine Arts?
Luo Shen: Not so good!
Luo Shen: You don't need to be convulsive. I think online teaching is very good.
Brother Gao Fushuai: Love reminds that the army's net will not allow such people to intervene.
Roselle: ...
Luo Shen: I forgot about it.
Brother Gao Fushuai: So I will give you two choices. Take two months a year to go out to collect the style, and then continue painting. The second choice is to open the Academy of Fine Arts.
Luo Shen: Drive your sister.
Brother Gao Fushuai: If you want to drive my sister, that's absolutely not possible.
Roselle: ...
Brother Gao Fushuai: Let's continue painting.
Luo Shen: Do you look at children?
Brother Gao Fushuai: Why not? 】
Chu Luo smiled holding her mobile phone and looked back at the photos on the table, or she didn't know the photos that she received the award a few years ago.
This feeling seems to have been the last century.
[Little brother Gao Fushuai: Baoer, I mean, you can't ruin your own for this home, don't you?
Luo Shen: I think I'm fine now.
Brother Gao Fushuai: Give you three minutes to continue pretending.
Luo Shen: Hahaha, my husband knows me too.
Luo Shen: But I'm thinking about it. Your son called me. I'll see what he does.]
As soon as Chu Luo said, he quickly put down his cell phone and went out.
The little ghost was driving a small car in the living room. When he saw his mother coming out, he said, "Mom, I'm hungry."
"Didn't you just have dinner?" Chu Luo said as he poured milk for his son.
"But the baby is growing." The little ghost stubbornly spoke around his neck.