sinovels Chapter 25
Chapter 25
[! ! ! ]
Tu Ge, who lives on the Internet, quickly displayed "typing in progress" and sent a series of exclamation points to quickly throw the link over.
[Do you want to participate?] He refrained from asking, but was obviously in a good mood.
[Time is a bit tight, the deadline is approaching, so hurry up if you want it]
[Try. ] Meng Jiao replied, looked up after typing, and found Jiang Yuenian standing in front of him.
It seemed that he came here in a hurry, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
"Go and rest for a while, I'll watch." Jiang Yuenian said.
"It's okay, I can't sleep anyway." Meng Jiao felt quite awake.
Jiang Yuenian frowned and disagreed. Meng Jiao's skin was already fair, but now it was so white that it was almost transparent.
"Teacher Jiang, if you want to help me." Meng Jiao teased him jokingly, "Go and give Meng Chu and Meng Yunjie Bangbang two punches."
When Meng Zhenhua passed out earlier, he was too anxious and forgot to hit someone, but now that he thinks about it, he thinks it's a pity.
Jiang Yuenian didn't listen to him: "Your voice is a bit hoarse."
His hand touched Meng Jiao's forehead, and his body temperature was a little hotter than normal.
"You don't need to call a doctor." Meng Jiao knew his body would rise when he was excited, so he pulled Jiang Yuenian to his side, "Teacher Jiang, listen to me."
Meng Jiao's tone was particularly domineering, Jiang Yuenian didn't want to listen to him at first, but Meng Jiao lightly turned his head and leaned on his shoulder.
His shoulders and fingers froze for a moment, and his heart beat twice.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Jiang Yuenian laughed.
Meng Jiao originally thought that Jiang Yuenian was Long Aotian, a god of nature who had no love and drew a sword, so when he leaned on him casually, he regarded him as a human pillow.
But Jiang Yuenian's chuckle that was so close at hand made his ears itch.The forehead was leaning against the arm, and the scent of soap locust and alcohol lingered faintly on the fabric, making the person drowsy.Jiang Yuenian was also very relieved when he bypassed him and took out his mobile phone deliberately lightly.
Meng Jiao straightened up, and silently moved a long distance away, thinking that he must have been staying up late for a long time and his mind was not firm, so he was more easily bewitched.
"Why are you up?" Jiang Yuenian didn't understand Meng Jiao's behavior.
"Teacher Jiang, are you injured?" Meng Jiao smelled a bit of blood, sniffed twice like a small animal, and accurately found the wound on Jiang Yuenian's palm.
"Accidentally touched it, there is no need to deal with it." Jiang Yuenian wanted to hide, but was held back by Meng Jiao.
"Wait for me." He got up and asked for iodine, gauze and cotton swabs, and simply cleaned the wound for him.
The light was too dim, so Meng Jiao got closer, his face was slapped wide, and there was only a small distance between the tip of his nose and the center of his palm.
When Meng Jiao was observing him, he was also observing Meng Jiao.
Meng Jiao likes poor and harmless ones, and he will show the greatest patience to such existences, and will not be stingy in pouring out his feelings.
Therefore, in order to win Meng Jiao's favor, one must learn to show weakness.
In the silence, Jiang Yuenian's phone rang. Through the signal, Sui Qing's voice was not as cautious and steady as before, and it was inevitable to be frivolous after drinking.
"Do you want to make Yu's family even worse? I'm curious what it would be like for that old guy Yu Yang to know that he has no way out in the United States?"
Even if the receiver volume was turned to the minimum, there was still a little leakage. Meng Jiao could hear a few words, but couldn't spell out a complete sentence.
Jiang Yuenian said flatly: "They are a bit aggressive, but let's work harder to negotiate. I just hope they will stop being aggressive."
Sui Qing:?
Why is the bull's head wrong with the horse's mouth.
And you are about to force them to death, how come they become strong again.
Sui Qing said, "Sorry, I made a typo."
Jiang Yuenian: "It's okay."
"Are you busy with business?" Meng Jiao asked.
Jiang Yuenian pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded, "I'm in a little trouble."
The call came again.
Sui Qing's voice became clearer, and he repeatedly confirmed the call page: "I did not make a mistake."
Jiang Yuenian said in a low voice: "Well, drink less alcohol and go to bed early. If there is anything else, we will talk about it tomorrow. You have worked hard."
Sui Qing: Stupid!
Jiang Yue Nian is crazy!
He got goosebumps from such a gentle tone and woke up the wine.
He suddenly heard rustling voices beside Jiang Yuenian and the soft voice talking with the nurse.
understood.
Pretending to be innocent.
In the whole world, Jiang Yue was pure and innocent, and was targeted by a group of people, but he still struggled unremittingly in the dark, and at the same time he did not forget to care for his subordinates.
……
Speechless for a moment, he hangs up the phone unhappily.
Jiang Yuenian calmly threw the phone back into his pocket with one hand, and the gap that was originally opened disappeared unconsciously due to the bandaging of the wound.
Meng Jiao yawned.
"Come on for a while." Jiang Yuenian looked up at the clock, "It's almost dawn, I'll call you in an hour."
"Okay." Meng Jiao agreed after thinking for a moment.
When Meng Jinyan came to see Meng Jiao's situation, what he saw was Meng Jiao leaning against Jiang Yuenian's arm, with a small face, an uncomfortable but reassuring expression.
Jiang Yuenian smiled at him, turned to Meng Jiao and said, "Come up, it won't be so uncomfortable to lean on your shoulder."
Hearing the words, Meng Jiao dazedly rubbed her shoulder.
Meng Jinyan took a deep look at them and left indifferently.
An hour later, Jiang Yuenian woke Meng Jiao up on time, and Meng Jiao expressed his satisfaction that he did not presume to imitate idol dramas to let him sleep more.
Meng Jiao got up and helped the old man tuck up the quilt, tested the temperature, and then wandered around until early morning.
When a new day came, he stretched himself, revived with blood, and took out his phone.
Jiang Yuenian felt that he seemed to be explaining the funeral, but the light in his eyes was too bright, and he was more like the main furnace of the incinerator than the person who was pushing the incinerator.
Meng Jiao is sending a message to Gu Donglin: [A Lin]
It was the time when Gu Donglin was going to work, and the other party would definitely not see him, but he was unwilling to answer him, and it took a long time before he reservedly replied with a punctuation mark.
[. ]
Meng Jiao said: [Please take a few days off]
President Ba cherishes words like gold, and only replied with a [? ], but fully expressed their dissatisfaction.
Meng Jiao flicked his face as he typed:
[If you want to deduct money, you can deduct it casually, there is something important, don't bother brother, understand]
He stood up after returning, Meng Zhenhua had turned over from the bed and sat up, and planned to leave the hospital and go home after pulling out the needle.
Meng Jiao helped him up: "Old man, are you feeling better?"
Meng Zhenhua nodded.
After waking up from sleep, he also figured it out.
He didn't have any sustenance for Meng Yunjie's family affection, but now he can see clearly that Meng Yunjie and Meng Chu are a family who love each other. I wish their father and son a long life, and he will treat them as if he doesn't know them in the future.
He still has money when he is old, so if he doesn't ask anyone to help him take care of him, even Meng Jiao alone is enough.
Meng Jiao asked again: "Are you ready?"
Meng Zhenhua got impatient when asked: "Smelly boy, talk about something!"
Meng Jiao understood: "If you have the strength to scold me, it seems that you are almost fine. Take care of yourself these few days. I have to be a little busy."
"What are you going to do?" the old man was suspicious.
Meng Jiao said without emotion: "To trample on someone's dream."
Meng Zhenhua thought that Meng Jiao was so busy that he was in the dark and didn't eat or drink.
But in fact, Meng Jiao's busy life doesn't seem to be that busy, with regular work and rest, regular meals, and occasionally staying up late playing games, even now that he changed his clothes, he went downstairs and said to Meng Zhenhua, "Go, old man, go fishing. "
Meng Zhenhua glanced suspiciously at Meng Jiao, and with pursed lips, he picked up his tools and went out with Meng Jiao, and finally couldn't help asking:
"How are you drawing?"
Because Mengchu attached great importance to that game, he also heard about it.
Meng Jiao didn't intend to avoid others when he entered the competition suddenly, and even openly fought with Meng Chu.
"I'm not trying to put pressure on you, I'm just curious." Meng Zhenhua hurriedly added cautiously, for fear that Meng Jiao would feel uncomfortable.
His grandson Chong Guan fought for love in anger, and he was very moved, but he didn't care much about the result.
"It's okay, don't worry." Meng Jiao seemed to be in a particularly relaxed mood, and set up a stand to broadcast live.
The live broadcast room of "Fishing Bullseye" ushered in the second long-lost update.
Tu Ge was the first to arrive: [Bao, you finally appeared! ]
Meng Jiao returned a "cat smile" expression.
Last time, Tu Ge specially wanted to come to a management position in the live broadcast room. A well-known internet celebrity put his own business aside and indulged in a small live broadcast room. It may catch something in a second.
The temperature in the afternoon makes people lazy and sleepy. Sitting under the air conditioner in the classroom, Tu Ge quickly blacked out the random people in the live broadcast room, feeling a sense of sacred mission.
Sitting in the last row, Meng Chu observed Tu Ge's small movements, and looked away lightly.But Qu Wen, who was sitting next to him, was also secretly watching something with his earphones plugged in.
"Ajiao?" Meng Chu recognized the figure on the screen.
Qu Wen put it away with a guilty conscience: "It was pushed to my homepage, so I'll just take a look."
It's all his parents' fault. After Meng Zhenhua's publicity, his father and his grandfather watched Meng Jiao's live broadcast and screen replay and pointed at him, which made him very curious.
He glanced at Meng Chu's face and found nothing unusual.It's just that Meng Chu is sick, and his eyes are slightly black and blue.
Meng Yunjie had the means to keep the old man's falling out with him a secret.The others didn't know what happened that night, only that Meng Chu was hospitalized because he worked too hard.
"It's okay, just watch." Meng Chu smiled generously.
When he knew that Meng Jiao was going to participate in the competition, he was still nervous for a while.The studio on the third floor of Meng's house was mainly used by him, and Meng Jiao would visit occasionally, and he had a glimpse of Meng Jiao's simple line drawings by chance.
It can be seen that the foundation is very deep, but I don't know where the opponent's specific level is.
Fortunately, although Meng Jiao said that he wanted to participate in the competition these days, he spent three days fishing and two days drying the net, and was lazy every day, as if he was going to make any achievements.
The anxiety in his heart dissipated a little.
He was not in good health, and was persuaded by Meng Yunjie to take a rest, and he was not allowed to devote himself to painting so much. With less time to devote to painting, the progress slowed down.However, he is confident that there are few Chinese selected in the Venice Competition for many years, and he will definitely win the favor of the judges and win glory for the country.
And the atmosphere at home is very strange recently, if he can win the award, maybe grandpa will look at him with admiration and forgive him.
When the get out of class bell rang, he glanced at Tu Ge who was addicted to his mobile phone, refused Qu Wen's request to accompany him, and went to the department teacher's office alone. He wanted to ask the teacher for advice.
The building of the Academy of Fine Arts is the most outstanding design of A University, and Meng Chu walked to the teachers' offices familiarly.
The door was ajar, Meng Chu knocked on the door and walked in: "Hello, teacher."
The teachers stopped to chat, and there were three people in the room.
Meng Chu smiled: "Teacher, I would like to ask you to help guide my work."
The teacher readily agreed, looked at the photos taken by Meng Chu and the state after the description, and roughly pointed in the direction.
After he finished speaking, he added: "Mengchu, you are too tight, you can't hold the painting too much, it's easy to limit yourself."
He didn't say anything else. Meng Chu advertised himself as a rising star on the Internet, but in fact the form was greater than the substance. He was worried that Meng Chu had gone astray and became more and more impetuous.
As the room went down the topic of the competition, one of the oldest professors chatted and said:
"Last time, I met a classmate who came to the school to mount a frame. He was not from our school. He said that he was an amateur participating in the competition. It turns out that this level is not from our school. It's a pity."
Another teacher smiled and said, "Aren't floor-sweeping monks popular now? There is such a powerful kid, what's his name?"
Meng Chu gradually stopped.
The old professor said: "My name is Meng Jiao. The young man is still very handsome. I subconsciously thought he was from our Academy of Fine Arts. He has a solid foundation. He just encountered a bottleneck, but he should be able to break through soon."
The teacher echoed: "I'm curious to get your praise."
He gave a simple comment, which hit Meng Chu's heart heavily:
"Brilliant and full of inspiration."
Meng Chu has been in a daze for a while, but people around him think that his face is so bad because of his poor health.
The words he heard in the office had a profound impact on him. He had stayed in the Academy of Fine Arts for two years, and he had never seen that respected old professor bluntly praise anyone.
He lifted his paintbrush in frustration to cheer himself up.
He doesn't believe it, it's just the teacher's opinion. It's natural that he can be loved by so many people. The teacher may be mistaken one day.
In order to catch up with the manuscript, he asked for leave from the courtyard for several days.
When Meng Jiao finished class and Tu Ge walked out of the teaching building, Tu Ge lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone, and suddenly sneered: "I don't have time for class, but I have time for show."
Meng Chujing quietly posted a Weibo:
"Staying up late and being discharged from the hospital, I have been working hard, and I will leave the rest to God's will. I hope God treats me better."
There were a lot of people leaving messages in the comment area, and I don't know if each of them is a navy bought by Meng Yunjie. The tone is particularly exaggerated:
[Xiao Chu is still so pretty when she is sick, woo woo, take care of yourself]
[Xiao Chu will definitely take the first place! ]
[Xiao Chu is so good, there is no need to fight so hard, just show a little bit of strength.]
[I feel sorry for Chuchu, if I don’t give Chuchu the champion in a small competition, it means there is a shady scene]
Meng Chu picked out a reply: [No matter what, I should take it seriously]
Tu Ge gave pointers on this:
"In that selfie, he must have put on plain makeup, and the primer, contouring, and lip gloss are all the same."
"Small competitions? The coffin boards of those art masters in the last century can't be held down anymore]
"If Meng Chu can take the first place, I will go to a gay bar in the north of the city and run to the public."
Meng Jiao replied politely: "Don't call me, I don't want to watch."
As soon as the handsome guy responded, Tu Ge quickly changed his expression, and stomped his feet shyly: "He has a pretty good figure, and he has been a model in the Academy of Fine Arts several times. Shabi's ex-boyfriend praised me for being an art student."
"What happened to the ex-boyfriend?" Meng Jiao asked why there was an unusual prefix.
Tu Ge sneered: "He didn't reply to my message for three days in order to help Meng Chu complete the project, so Dad, I dumped him at the birthday party."
"During the 30 seconds when Lao Tzu made his wish, was he worried that he would not be able to complete the dog-licking task for Meng Chu, or was he thinking about improving his skills and being with me every year?"
It turns out that there are still such untold stories engraved in DNA.
The topic was opened, Tu Ge scolded from ex-boyfriend to ex-ex-ex-boyfriend, Meng Jiao, as a qualified listener, gave appropriate feedback from time to time, and let out a short breath while walking on the school's camphor road.
Tu Ge braked in time, and asked cautiously, "Am I annoying you?"
"No, I just suddenly thought of my painting. I haven't started painting for a long time, and I can't get back the feeling."
Signing up for the competition and still being so idle, it's not that it's a bad show, but it's just a feeling that I can't find the past.
After his family went bankrupt in his previous life, he no longer pursued the so-called art. As soon as he took the drawing board and carried the small bench, he took it to the street or near the scenic spots to mass-produce works and sell them. If he painted too much, he became numb. Don't want to pick up a paintbrush.After learning about his situation, his college teacher offered to subsidize him to continue his studies, but he refused after accepting the kind offer.
He couldn't draw much anymore.
After arriving in this world, the itchy hands slowly picked up again. It was better than before, but it was far from the level he had participated in those competitions in his previous life.
"Ah?" Tu Ge didn't understand these things, but he had seen Meng Jiao's paintings, anyway he thought they were very powerful.
"It's a pity I can't help you." He regretted.
Meng Jiao nudged Tu Ge lightly with his elbow: "What do you usually do when you are stressed? Drinking and dancing?"
"Ah?" Tu Ge said purely, "I usually find someone to do it."
"Do?" Meng Jiao repeated.
"Hmm." Tu Ge opened his big innocent eyes.
It was only when Meng Jiao realized what it was that he was dumb for a long time.
For the first time, the well-known Internet pornography was worried about bringing people down, and added: "Oh, I'll just say it casually, don't those artists often search for souls through pornography, but we still have to find clean men. Unfortunately, I recently I don’t have one around, otherwise I can recommend it to you.”
"Keep it for yourself." Meng Jiao didn't express anything about the scale in Tu Ge's words, and accepted it well.
In his previous life, when he was studying painting abroad, he did have this kind of phenomenon. A few students would open the software and go out to find inspiration as soon as their thinking became dull.
Meng Jiaodong's face and bright eyes are kind, and he has received many hints overtly and secretly, all of which he declined politely with a smile.
It is common to have desires, but Meng Jiao picks things up a bit for fear of trouble.
Tu's house and Meng's house were not far away, they parted at the doorstep, Tu Ge unilaterally bid farewell.
The chef calculated the time for Meng Jiao to come back to serve the food, and the meal time was a short time for the Meng family to get together.
"Mr. Jiang, you are here." After greeting Jiang Yuenian, Meng Jiao pulled out a chair and sat beside him.
The relationship between Jiang Yuenian and the Meng family seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, or maybe because he was very busy recently, he seldom went back to the Meng family to live in these days, and the room he lived in was almost becoming vacant.Today it is rare to go back to Meng's house to get something, chat with the old man for a while, but the old man asked him to stay for dinner.
The relationship between him and the old man is not too bad, and he didn't shirk it in order to save the old man's face.
"Is your hand ready?" Meng Jiao asked.
Jiang Yuenian stretched out his hand, and there was a small pale white scar parallel to the palm lines: "It's almost there."
Meng Zhenhua stared at the two of them thoughtfully.
Meng Jiao didn't notice it, and only glanced at Meng Chu when he was seated.
Really make up.
The atmosphere in the Meng family had already dropped to freezing point, and they were speechless for a while.
Meng Yunjie found that Meng Chu had hardly swallowed a few mouthfuls, so he gently advised him to eat more in order to have better physical strength, coaxing Meng Chu mouthful by mouthful.
The old man was shocked.
Is this 20 years old or two years old?
But he was showing family affection, and he also wanted to show his kindness and filial piety. He adjusted his loving expression and prepared to persuade Meng Jiao to eat more.
Turning around, Meng Jiao quickly cleaned up all the sweet and sour dishes in front of him.
Meng Zhenhua: ...
Save some for me!
Don't be emo, it's easy to have nothing to eat.
After the tense meal grabbing session, Meng Jiao finished the last bite of the meal, and went upstairs with Jiang Yuenian.
Jiang Yuenian seemed to be waiting for him, and slowed down to match his pace.Standing in front of the door, Meng Jiao turned her head and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Do you value that game?" Jiang Yuenian asked.
He didn't remember the results of the preliminary competition in his previous life, but in the end it was Meng Chu who won the championship. The Meng family bought the draft and the hot search made Meng Chu the best.Although Meng Jiao is very powerful, there are also operations behind the art, and he is worried that Meng Jiao will not be able to get a satisfactory result.
When Jiang Yuenian bowed his head to speak, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, only his brows were clear, and the concern in his eyes was very straightforward.
Tu Ge's words suddenly flashed through Meng Jiao's mind.
Clean... man?
"Yes, it is very important. Teacher Jiang, I am under a lot of pressure." Meng Jiao lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were thick and black, as if he had his own eyeliner, "Actually, I heard what they said, but I just want to help grandpa vent his anger. Why were they so angry with Grandpa last time?"
As if he had found someone to confide in, Meng Jiao frowned, his expression finally revealing a little distress:
"And I felt the bottleneck. I was stuck in a very simple step. The characters should be painted with body paint, but I couldn't figure out how to integrate the skin and the paint. I had to try it on a real person before presenting it on paper. My own body It can’t be used again.”
Meng Jiao shook his arm, there was a small piece of red marks on the inner side after rubbing, and some traces of blue paint left, the upper part was not washed off, and the brush strokes were clear and gorgeous.
"But it's hard to find a model. For no apparent reason, a stranger comes up to touch you and everyone doesn't like it. No one responds to my post on the school forum."
A series of "so difficult", "very annoying", and "so depressing", Meng Jiao finished typing.
Count down for three seconds.
Three, Meng Jiao turned around to unscrew the doorknob of the room.
Second, the hem of his clothes was slightly torn off.
One,
Jiang Yuenian glanced past him, and the tips of his fair ears slowly turned red: "Do you want to try me?"
The tip of the pen is stained with paint, and it feels cold.
Under Jiang Yuenian's collarbone, there is a piece of uneven skin. It is a scar left by scalding when he fought with others when he was young. Meng Jiao is taking great pains to integrate the scar with the drawing.
"Maybe the color will be a little different after the painting is finished in a while." Meng Jiao's breath sprayed on his chest when he spoke.
"Because the paint will change color when it dries?" Jiang Yuenian cheered up and asked.
"No." Meng Jiao said with a smile, "It's because you are too red now, and your background color is different."
Jiang Yuenian himself was fair, and the cold white skin that he touched turned pink. After Meng Jiao finished speaking, the red spots on the tips of his ears seemed to drip blood.
Meng Jiao chuckled softly, "Are you nervous?"
Jiang Yuenian didn't know if he nodded in a panic.
"Then close your eyes." Meng Jiao said softly.
After I closed my eyes, I realized that it was a longer torture.
The eyes are covered, and the nose, ears and body cannot be covered.
"Want to record the process for a while, can you take a look at it?" Meng Jiao bent over and leaned over to fish for the phone.
"Need not."
Jiang Yuenian subconsciously resisted the camera, always feeling that being recorded in disheveled clothes was like engaging in some shady business.
In fact, Meng Jiao really wanted to take a picture. After all, Gao Ling Zhi Hua's face was flushed, and seeing him being tortured like this was a very pleasant thing, but since the client refused, Meng Jiao had no choice but to give up.
The paintbrush is still extending down, and a plant's rhizome has spread directly to the waist and abdomen.
The shirt Meng Jiao is wearing today has a small tassel-like ribbon designed from the sleeve edge. Jiang Yuenian unconsciously wraps it around his fingertips and then holds it tightly. Unknowingly, he uses force to grind the skin on Meng Jiao's wrist. flushed.
Meng Jiao stopped at his waist, and Jiang Yuenian also grabbed Meng Jiao's wrist strangely.
Jiang Yuenian's deep and clear voice was hoarse: "Meng Jiao, do you know what it means?"
With very light breathing, Meng Jiao paused for a moment and said, "I know."
After a while, Jiang Yuenian said, "Meng Jiao, it hurts."
"I'm sorry, my hands are a little heavy." Meng Jiao thought and summed up the reason.
"It's okay." Jiang Yuenian whispered, holding him with his fingers, and asked studiously, "Is that so?"
When he came out of the room, the sky turned a dim orange, Jiang Yuenian walked out of the room and ran into Meng Jinyan coming up the stairs.
He and Meng Jinyan had nothing to talk about.
But Meng Jinyan stared at the unclosed gap in Meng Jiao's room, and his expression turned cold for a moment.
Jiang Yuenian suddenly realized.
"Meng Jiao, I dropped my watch." Jiang Yuenian tilted his head and buttoned the sleeves of his shirt.
A hand was lazily stretched out from the crack of the door, and his five fingers were hooked on his watch. The fingertips were flushed, and there were red marks on the wrist, and a drop of dark blue paint was stained on the back of the hand.
"Thank you." Jiang Yuenian said.
After taking the watch, he went downstairs without saying hello to Meng Jinyan.
The moment they passed each other, Meng Jinyan smelled the familiar light citrus fragrance in the evening, his fingers clenched the corridor tightly, and he also didn't look at Jiang Yuenian, but just stood there for a long time looking at Meng Jiao's closed door again. .
He suddenly realized clearly:
Meng Jiao might belong to Gu Donglin and Jiang Yuenian, but he alone would not belong to him.
The author says:
These two now think that each other is fairly innocent, so they act there
The scheming 1 and 0 are both known to love acting, so who is playing who in this round, and who is being deceived by whom?
The next update is still at zero!
感谢在2022-06-2315:22:01~2022-06-2321:02:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: it’s still the same cat, Yueyue 1;
Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of renaissance; 5 bottles of Yanizi; 3 bottles of cream;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!