Ailang stepped forward and pulled Mu Zeran: "Chen Zhu, think about it carefully, we can't bear to leave you. Besides, your parents are really young, and it will be the same if you go back in a few years. Zeran and I have something to do, so you can have a good rest."

After leaving the door, Ailang hugged Mu Zeran.

Mu Zeran bit Ailang's shoulder and cried.

"Stop crying, stop crying..." Ailang patted his back gently: "Let's go home."

Mu Zeran didn't dare to say loudly: "What should I do? If he leaves, what should I do..."

"I will advise him, don't worry, he won't leave." Ailang wiped his tears with heartache: "Stop crying, okay?"

Mu Zeran suddenly left him and ran away alone.

Ailang sighed and shook his head, chasing him.

The door opened, and Chen Zhu stood by the door, motionless.

He took out his cell phone, took out Xu Zhuo's phone number, and dialed in: "Xu Zhuo, are you busy? I want to see you."

At this time, Xu Zhuo was in a state of great difficulty.

The date of the exhibition is coming soon, but his paintings are missing two.

The studio found two more professionals to help, and more and more people asked for articles. Xu Zhuo's school also began to invite him to participate in various activities. Xu Zhuo was nostalgic and remembered the care of his mentor, so he usually refused everyone.

Not to mention that I am depressed recently and have no intention of painting at all.

Chen Zhu's phone call surprised Xu Zhuo.

Even though he was not available, he still agreed: "Okay, but I will not be able to come here in an hour, okay?"

Chen Zhu responded, then hung up the phone.

He returned to the bed and lay quietly.

He felt that the hallucinations he had before should be true.

He seemed to hear the river crying.

His heart hurts very much.

He couldn't bear to let Mo Xiaohe cry.

So, he woke up.
Chapter completed!