COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 20

In the early morning, Pon finished watering the flowers and set up the easel in the yard.

As soon as he sat down, he sneezed unexpectedly.

Benz came out with his school bag on his back, "Have you caught a cold again? It seems to be cooler today, so you should go back to the house to paint."

Pon rubbed his nose, "No, just an itchy nose."

"It means someone far away misses you." Benz said with a smile, "The more you sneeze, the more strongly the person thinks of you."

After he said that, Pon sneezed twice more.

This body was not in good health. As a precaution, Pon soaked a pack of Banlangen.

The granules were sweet and bitter, so he drank it down in three gulps and hurriedly took a piece of sugar and stuffed it in his mouth.

The bitterness disappeared, leaving only the sweetness he liked.

Sammy went to work and Benz went to school.

The house was a little deserted.

Pon drafted the lines for the painting, mixed the colours and was just about to put down his brush when his mobile phone rang.

Aonn got straight to the point, "Did you call me last night?"

Pon put the brush down and covered the palette, "En, someone else picked it up."

"Oh, oh, it was a friend, we had dinner together last night and went back in his car, but I fell asleep in the car."

Pon actually knew who the man answered the phone was.

Seeing that Aonn didn't want to say anything, he didn't ask and changed the subject, "I painted halfway through yesterday. I remembered that I had seen a certain kind of paint in the capital before. You can buy it near the Academy of Fine Arts."

Aonn knew what he wanted to ask halfway through, "Let me buy it and send it to you, ok? It's no problem, tell me the brand and color number, and I will buy it later."

Pon thanked him, but still felt that it was too troublesome, "I went to the capital in a hurry last time, otherwise I would have bought it myself."

Speaking of that, Aonn was angry, "Wow, you were more than in a hurry last time. Someone just went to the painting exhibition site and didn't even come to play with me, took their painting and ran away while I was thinking what we'd be eating for lunch. Tell me, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

Pon raised his hand and touched the position of his heart,"It doesn't seem to hurt..."

"Pff-" Aonn laughed out loud, "You didn't really touch your heart, did you?"

Pon put down his hand slyly, "I'm really sorry about the last time, I wanted to go home as soon as I got the painting, but when I got to the airport, I remembered that I didn't look for you..."

"Stop talking, stop talking," Aonn seemed to be almost unable to bear it. "The more you talk, the more I realize that I have no place in your heart, not even in a small corner... Lowly me wants to cry."

If he had heard it before, Pon would have thought that he was really going to cry.

But after a while, he adapted to the ability of a normal human brain to process information and learned to distinguish which words were jokes, so he didn't panic.

For example, now he curled his eyes in a smile and said to the phone, "Then come, cry in my arms."

Aonn didn't have time to come over.