After knocking the opponent's CP

Chapter 25 Special

The second month of the new year, the second month when Hua Yu and Yuan Qiubai had no contact, the second month when the smooth real person still had no food.

Hua Yu squatted next to the small artificial ditch to wash his pens, the dark green paint fainted in the water and trickled farther away with the water flow.

There is also a large box of paints at her feet, full of colorful varieties.

Hua Yu herself doesn't paint; although she majored in it at university, Hua Yu hasn't touched a paintbrush much after graduation.

These painting utensils belong to her father——Hua Yu's father, Hua Chenwen, is a well-known painter; in fact, the reason why he is not famous is not because his paintings are not good enough, but because this person is really Too reclusive.

It's fine to simply go out, every time I go out, I still run to the no-man's land in the deep mountains and old forests, and I have no contact for two or three years.

From the time when he formally started painting until today, Hua Chenwen has held art exhibitions as many times as he can count with one slap and five fingers.There are quite a lot of awards, but there are very few awards that I personally receive.

Generally, when accepting awards, Hua Chenwen is either in a ravine or in a no-signal area that cannot be reached.

After washing the last paintbrush in his hand, Hua Yu shook his hand, covered the pen container, and handed it to the person behind him; Hua Chenwen took the brush and put it beside him.

There is an easel in front of him, and a piece of gouache paper nailed to the drawing board.

Yuan Qiubai stood up and looked at the painting, curled his lips, "Where are you going this time?"

Hua Chen smiled and said, "I plan to go to Country Y, maybe to the canyon where the evil dragon lives in the legend."

"How long are you going to go?"

"It depends on the situation. If you are unlucky, you will come back in a month or two. If you are lucky, you should stay there until May next year. Don't worry, I went to my lawyer yesterday to confirm the will and double checked the content. There is absolutely no loophole, after my death, all my inheritance..."

"Who cares about your little money?"

Hua Yu rolled her eyes and sat down on the stone beside her.Hua Chen was not angry at being interrupted, but just smiled and patted Hua Yu's head.

"I almost forgot, our little Jiu is already a big girl."

"Recently, I see that you look at your phone frequently, and you seem to be in a bad mood. Did something happen?"

Hua Yu snorted coldly, but he still didn't pat Hua Chenwen's hand.

With her chin propped up, she looked at the canal—the flowing water had washed away the paint that had just faded away.

Just like those old memories, most people will forget them when they grow up, leaving her alone.

"Dad, will you hate my mother now?"

"of course not."

Hua Chenwen smiled, "From the first time we met, I have liked her very much, until now."

"This kind of feeling will not change because of the change of her identity-as far as my personal view of feelings is concerned, I am more inclined to regard liking as a pure feeling."

"I like her. It has nothing to do with my identity, my position, or even whether she likes me."

Hua Yu never asked questions about his parents before, but this time when he suddenly asked, Hua Chen asked casually, "Have you encountered difficulties in love?"

Hua Yu immediately denied, "No."

Hua Chen laughed and said nothing.

He knew his daughter's character all too well—the little girl was proud and awkward, but she was not bad.

Children have their own blessings, Hua Chenwen is not willing to take care of children's emotional matters, some things let it develop naturally.

After sending Hua Chen away and hearing about it, Hua Yu didn't stay in city b for long, and bought a plane ticket to go directly to city f the next day.

The first stop of the variety show was the Chun Nuan Orphanage in the suburbs of City F.

This orphanage has adopted 36 homeless children. Among them, the youngest is only two and a half years old, and the oldest is 14 years old.

The orphanage was run by a retired old professor and his wife. Now besides them, there are volunteers going to help every week, and many caring people from the society donate money. The children are well taken care of.

Hua Yu was not in a hurry to go to the orphanage; Patsy did not reveal the theme of the first issue in advance, and Hua Yu was too lazy to do extra things.

She was eating, drinking, and having fun in City F, and before Mr. Hua Chenwen completely lost all contact with the world, she sent him a lot of photos.

In the days when Hua Yu wasted his time—the variety show has finally been officially announced.

v Volunteers start working eight hours a day!Call our volunteers~ v Nine Brothers v Yuan Qiubai v Zhou Zhiyuan v Xu Yiguang v Zhang Yaohe v Chen Man

vZhang Yaohe is starting work!Hehehe, there are so many seniors that I like! v Volunteers start working eight hours a day!Call our volunteers~ v Nine Brothers v Yuan Qiubai v Zhou Zhiyuan v Xu Yiguang v Zhang Yaohe v Chen Man

v Yuan Qiubai started work!Cute v Zhang Yaohe is starting work!Hehehe, there are so many seniors that I like! v Volunteers start working eight hours a day!Call our volunteers~ v Nine Brothers v Yuan Qiubai v Zhou Zhiyuan v Xu Yiguang v Zhang Yaohe v Chen Man

The remaining few people forwarded it one by one, Hua Yu didn't forward it, but liked the official blog and the people who forwarded it.

Although she didn't forward it, she left a message under Yuan Qiubai's Weibo.

Brother Nine starts work.

This comment was quickly ranked number one, and the bottom was full of Hua Yu's fans and passers-by hahaha.

Brother Nine, hahahahaha, I'm afraid that the comments are not reposted

Tiancai's younger brother Tianxiu upstairs +1

Thriving alone: ​​Actually, I have always had a question...why does Huayu not repost other people's reposts, but only leave comments under Yuan Qiubai's Weibo?I remember that Hua Yu didn't seem to pay attention to Yuan Qiubai.

Silence is the moon tonight!Thinking about it this way is a bit... frightening to think about it?

……

Outsiders are terrified when they think carefully, but inside the circle, they are reveling like New Year's Eve.At this time, as long as someone accidentally clicks into the super chat of sleek c, you can see a group of people screaming "My c is real!"

"They locked the key and I swallowed me and jumped into the sea!"

"The sisters upstairs are really wolves!"

……

And so on and so on insane speech.

Of course, this kind of speech is limited to C fans, and the vast majority of Wei Wei fans are still fighting on the front line, which fully interprets the true meaning of the word "Du Wei".

Hua Yu read the comments with gusto, and didn't even reply to Yuan Qiubai's WeChat.She opened the computer file, and drove a [-]D car that day, and the simple, rough and meaty smell was overflowing - the cs below were crying like it was Chinese New Year.

You know, no matter which circle you are in, a wife who can write meat and write in a way that makes people want to stop is a treasure!

Huayu is that treasure, and its power is still the level of other popular treasures multiplied by three.

After the official announcement, the director team called the guests over to take a set of promotional photos; Hua Yu himself was in City F, so he simply went to the place arranged by the crew to take the solo photos.

Her own hardware is extremely good, and she almost doesn't need to put on any poses deliberately - the aristocratic demeanor that has been in the bones since elementary school will not become worse just because this person has a doggy personality.

After taking the two solo promotional photos, the foreign photographer brought by Poxi looked at Hua Yu like a traveler in the desert without water, almost glowing when he saw an oasis.

Cheng Xiaocheng was waiting by the side early in the morning. Seeing that the photographer had finished taking pictures, he hurried up to put a coat on Hua Yu, and handed him water, "Hot baked milk, low-sugar, drink a little."

Hua Yu took it and took a sip and stopped moving. Holding the cup, she walked to the side of the chair and slumped on a chair, her two extra slender legs slouched lazily.

This time the solo photo required wearing private clothes, and Hua Yu also dressed casually, wearing a white shirt with a pair of suit pants.Cheng Xiaocheng was afraid that his ancestor would be frozen, so he immediately wrapped Huayu in a thick down jacket as soon as he came down.

Because Hua Yu is the only one here right now, after shooting her, the photographer has no other jobs for the time being.He saved the most important negatives, handed over the rest to his assistant, and happily ran to Hua Yu and sat down next to him.

"Hua, are you too, Chinese?"

The photographer's Chinese pronunciation can barely be called a standard, but the sentence h seems to be not very proficient.

Hua Yu nodded, the hot baked milk in her bosom was warm, and even she was lazy to the bone, narrowing her eyes slightly, like a lazy big cat that just had enough to eat and drink.

The photographer's eyes lit up, and he said, "Your camera sense is very good. You are especially suitable for the camera - I have photographed many beauties, and you are the most beautiful group."

He was well-known in the circle, and the fashion magazines that asked him to take pictures were like crucian carp in the river, and there were countless models and celebrities.

Some people are beautiful but have no camera sense, which is commonly known as not photogenic-but it doesn't matter, who made him a photographer?Photographers are all about making unphotogenic people photogenic.

But in contrast, the vast majority of photographers are more willing to work with beautiful subjects who have a good sense of lens and are naturally suitable for the spotlight.

He has photographed many people, and Hua Yu is the most beautiful one.And among the most beautiful batch, Hua Yu has the most special temperament.

When taking pictures, the photographer always has the illusion that he is not taking pictures of a female singer, but a princess.

A downhearted and conceited princess.

The other party's endless compliments finally got Hua Yu to raise his eyes and give him a cold look; but after that look, there was no more to say.Hua Yu continued to give a perfunctory hum, holding hot milk tea to keep warm.

There is no heating in the south, and Hua Yu hugged the hot roasted milk, so warm that she drowsy.

But at this time, another group of people came in outside.

Walking in the front was a tall girl, wrapped in a knee-length down jacket, with a peaked cap pushed down very low, and wearing a black mask, revealing a small piece of white skin.

Hua Yu squinted her eyes, feeling that the man looked familiar; the man came in, took off the mask and hat, revealing a slightly reddened face.

Crescent eyebrows, dog eyes, and those two apple muscles seem to be full of sweet honey when he smiles.

The man also saw Hua Yu, and raised his eyebrows, "Senior!"

Hua Yu looked away and snorted.