After going upstairs, Nan Yuan began to pack the things in her backpack.

"What the **** did you bring, so heavy?" Han Luoqing muttered, leaning over, his neck couldn't help probing her.

Nan Yuan slowly took out the items in the backpack one by one and arranged them.

There are pickles and meat sauces made by Ye Mu, and half of the table is set as soon as they are placed.

There was also a pot of tea eggs made by Ye Mu according to the recipe she gave. There were a total of 20 eggs, which were wrapped in plastic bags for several layers, and she took them all away.

As soon as the bag was opened, the strong fragrance of tea eggs overflowed instantly.

Seeing that it was something prepared by the elders in the family, Han Luoqing was slightly startled.

He stared at these things and whispered: "Look at this, you and your parents get along very well. I thought you had a quarrel with your family, and you didn't even bring the money for the bus, so you walked all the way from home. , I walked for two or three hours and didn't even eat lunch... Then I was tired, hungry and thirsty.

But Ye Siqi, I'm surprised that you remember my phone number. "

Nan Yuan glanced at him, "Han Luoqing, it's fine if you like brain supplements, but which ear did you hear me crying on the phone?"

Han Luoqing was silent.

After a while, he didn't explain anything, but suddenly changed to a serious tone, "Ye Siqi, don't quarrel with your parents in the future, they will always be the ones who love you the most."

When Nan Yuan heard the words, she couldn't help but look up at him.

"I just told you not to be self-willed and understand your own parents. What are you staring at me for?"

Nan Yuan looked directly at Han Luoqing.

The girl's eyes seemed to be able to pierce through many obstacles, pierce the deepest part of the heart of the person she was looking at, remove all disguises and appearances, and see what was wrapped in the innermost layer.

- It's a scar you don't want to be touched.

Suddenly, she opened her mouth and said, "One can't stay stuck in the past all the time, one has to look forward. So Han Luoqing, don't be sad, those things are over."

Han Luoqing was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed, "You little boy, what are you talking about?"

Nan Yuan said: "Only those who have been remorseful would tell others not to repeat the same mistakes. I heard that you lost your parents in your first year of high school."

Han Luoqing opened his eyes slightly, and for a moment, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Let's make a deal. If you're willing to tell me about you, I'll tell you about me."

The emotions in Han Luoqing's eyes had been quickly put away, and he patted her head, "I don't want to know what's going on with you, you don't need to ask about my private affairs, go take a shower, and I'll teach you tattooing after the shower."

Nan Yuan stared at him for a long time without reluctance.

Forget it, everyone has sad things they don't want to say. To Han Luoqing now, she's just a roommate who lives together, and she's not close enough to that.

However, this is the first time she actively wants to know someone's past.

She is not a person who likes to pry into other people's privacy.

Han Luoqing was sitting on the sofa, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, feeling a little irritable for no reason.

He had the urge to tell her everything on his mind just now.

But she is obviously just a child who has not yet grown up, and her own thoughts have not yet matured, so she is delusional about helping others to share?

In fact, that thing is not impossible to say, after all, many years have passed.

But Han Luoqing didn't like to pour misery with others.

He was used to keeping everything in his head.

After being irritated for a while, Han Luoqing went to the storage room on the first floor and started rummaging through the boxes.

In the beginning, his storage room was still neat and tidy, and everything was sorted everywhere, but later Jiang Suidong and Liang Zuo also started stuffing things into the storage room, which made it more and more chaotic. Things are going upside down for a long time.

Ten minutes later, Han Luoqing dragged out a box, rummaged through the box, and found a few unused tattoo practice skins.

He and Jiang Suidong have been in the business for a long time, and they have long been unable to use this thing. Later, Liang Zuo was interested and bought some to practice and play.

As a result, Liang Zuo realized that he really didn't have that talent, so he gave up halfway, and resigned himself to be a handyman. These practice skins that he didn't use up have been put on hold here.

By the time Nan Yuan came out of the bath, Han Luoqing had already prepared everything the novice needed to practice tattooing.

Practice leather, ink, tattoo machines, and more.

But when he was ready, Han Luoqing realized that something was wrong.

Isn't the most important thing about this thing the basics of art?

If you can't even draw, what about tattoos?

Han Luoqing wiped his face.

The little girl was so sloppy that he believed it, as if she could teach her casually, she could really become a tattoo master.

He smiled and put these things away first.

"Ye Siqi, can you draw?" Han Luoqing asked.

"Yes, it's okay to draw."

She has been with her parents for a hundred years, and she has learned everything she can learn from the second old man.

No way, the days when you can't cultivate are too boring, you can only learn these messy things to consume the days.

Xiaotang, who promised not to peep at the two of them, suddenly bubbled up and reminded: "Yuanyuan, you are Ye Siqi now. Ye Siqi does not have the conditions nor the time to learn to paint. You are not afraid that the boss will suspect you?"

Nan Yuan didn't care, "So what if you know?"

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If Yuanyuan thinks it's fine, then it must be fine.

"Little Tang, a mature mythical beast should speak his mind." Nan Yuan reminded.

Xiaotang immediately explained sweetly: "Yuanyuan, I just released my mental energy to breathe, and I happened to hear this sentence. I didn't peep at Yuanyuan~ I'm going to continue my studies!"

Nan Yuan hummed, "Go."

Hearing Nan Yuan's words, Han Luoqing was dubious. He took the person into the study and gave up his own territory. The easel and pencil were ready, "You can draw anything, I'll check your level."

"sketch?"

"If you don't know how to sketch, will you be able to draw lines with a gel pen? None of these things. What kind of tattoos are you still learning? Are you going to tattoo those twisted ghost characters for others?"

Nan Yuan raised her brows slightly, "Yes, yes, but I am better at Chinese painting."

After finishing speaking, she picked up the pencil somewhat rusty, and adjusted the posture of holding the pen for a long time, but it was still not standard, but after writing the pen, she quickly drew a few lines.

Before long, a man in ancient costume in armor appeared on the paper, lifelike.

The man should be a great general, with piercing eagle eyes, a stern expression, and a suffocating arrogance.

A very handsome ancient general.

Han Luoqing looked at the man, slightly lost, and asked, "Who are you painting?"

Nan Yuan's tone was casual, "A **** of war named Xiao Luohan."

"Who? Why haven't I heard of this person?" Han Luoqing frowned.

The corner of Nan Yuan's mouth ticked lightly, "Of course you don't know what you read in a novel."