The ultimate character design of the net match circle tearing guide

The author has something to say: there is only one ending left for the story, thanks to the little angels for accompanying me all the way.

I haven't mixed with ** before, I only used ** as a manuscript box, and I don't know anything about climbing the list to apply for V, so I don't know that readers will rebound in some plots. SO hereby declares that there is thunder in the last copy, and the little angels who only love cookies can take this chapter as the last Chapter 2.and then skip straight to the epilogue in a week or two

Tomorrow will be closed for one day, and it will be updated on Thursday

thank you~~

When Han Ying returned to the hotel room, Rong Chuan was still sitting on the head of the bed and sulked. Seeing him handing over a lunch box, he didn't pick it up and didn't make a sound.Han Ying jokingly picked up the topic to tease him that he didn't respond for a long time, and he was a little anxious, so he moved a chair and sat in front of him, staring into his eyes: "Rong Chuan, tell me, what are you doing in life?" What's the matter?"

Tsundere anger and non-communication is the most stupid mode of communication between lovers, and Rong Chuan didn't want to make himself so hypocritical because of anger, so he finally interjected: "Didn't I tell you to stay and heal your injuries and not run around?"

"But there's nothing wrong with my injury anymore! It's no different between staying indoors and wandering outside."

"Then why are you going there to sing?"

"It's fun to have money! Didn't you say that we don't have enough money to go back to the country? Why don't you do something to sing and perform and have fun with each other? I didn't steal or rob."

"...Also, what the hell are those big-character posters you wrote?"

"Isn't that all the truth?" Han Ying became more and more puzzled: "I know that the grammar may be wrong, and you didn't write me the English paragraph about being robbed that you promised to write to me, and I don't know how to spell it... just I can only use all the vocabulary that can be used. But everyone can understand it! Several people came to ask me if I was stolen because I didn’t have any money. Even if I wrote the wrong words, it didn’t cause any misunderstanding.”

"..."

After a few questions and answers, Rong Chuan only felt that the other party was plausible, as if every sentence was reasonable.Under Wei Wei's embarrassment, he couldn't help playing a rogue unwisely: "Anyway, don't go!"

"Nonsense! If I don't sing, what shall we eat?"

Han Ying reacted for a few seconds, and slowly recalled in his silence: "Actually, you don't think there is something wrong with my injury, but you feel ashamed to sing over there, right? If you feel ashamed, don't Go ahead, I won’t pull you into a team at worst. Do whatever you need to do tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and I’ll try to find a way to make money. I can’t do your work anyway, so let’s divide the labor reasonably. What do you think? Sample?"

This remark not only hit the nail on the head of the sensitive point that even Rong Chuan himself was avoiding, but also gave a very considerate step, making his avoidance because of "I can't do your job anyway" into a High-sounding reasons.Rong Chuan really has no experience in this kind of thing, and he didn't know whether the person to be persuaded was the other party or himself. Under Han Ying's giggling and persuading, he sullenly brought back the pizza and the other party. The yogurt was eaten clean.

That night, Han Ying, who had been singing and dancing all day, rolled into a dream early.Although Rong Chuan was also exhausted, his eyes were still open and he couldn't fall asleep.

Since he was a child, he has always considered himself a good young man with no arrogance and temper, he is lenient in his treatment of others, and does not stick to trifles. Even for social workers at the bottom, he will maintain full courtesy and respect.

All the cleaning aunts in Ruiheng Group like him, and they often praise him in public, saying that Director Rong has no airs at all, he will greet people when he sees them, and occasionally distribute fruits to them as benefits.The security guards in the community also love to chat with him about family matters, occasionally playing cards and shabu-shabu, and sincerely asking him if he wants to be together.Even the dumb flute back then was always grateful for his love after lowering his posture, looked up at his brilliance carefully, and then worked hard to narrow the distance between them.

But the so-called "approachable" and "low profile" adjectives have already imprinted a superior attribute on him. From the bottom of his heart, he is keen on himself who spreads light and benefits all beings.This kind of holy father complex comes with Jack Su's halo, which contains a lot of narcissism with a sense of superiority, making him feel that he is an omnipotent superhero who can rewrite other people's lives with a wave of his hand.

He is excellent and outstanding, the path he arranged is the brightest and most reasonable, and his transformation is very conscientious, so when he met the dumb flute, he decided to polish the other party as a rough stone, and finally shined brightly When he was in trouble, he self-righteously made a series of decisions that he thought were the most correct and appropriate—hiding his true self in the Two-dimensional, but helping the other party from time to time made the other party feel like a miracle; For the so-called "love relationship" between friends and lovers, he thinks that is the best distance between them; Instead of overcoming the opinions of the other party, they tried to reconcile the two sides based on imagination and self-confidence, but in the end they failed miserably.

All of the endings created by him have always been placed in the word box of "there is no fate" and treated vaguely.Occasionally, he remembered that apart from heartache and sadness, he had rarely seriously reflected on how things would lead to a result that was completely contrary to expectations step by step.

Since dating Han Ying, subconsciously, he has always felt that he is tolerant and accommodating to the other party. He appreciates and likes Han Ying's various behaviors under the upright style, but it seems that he has never really understood and recognized it.His natural sense of superiority made him consciously pamper him like a mischievous pet, indulging in all kinds of rough and outrageous things, but today, Han Ying's two words woke him up vividly—— "If I don't sing, what shall we eat?"

After getting rid of those high auras, he became an ordinary person in this chaotic environment. Those trivial, complicated, and seemingly insignificant things in the past made him completely at a loss.But the guy who always makes him complain about his stupidity has become a real protector, using actions that he feels a little ashamed to actually support their next life.

After repeated thinking and self-examination, he felt a little headache, and was about to get up to drink a glass of water, Han Ying turned over and hugged him tightly, whimpered in his sleep for a while, and snored again.

The next morning, when Rong Chuan woke up, he found that Han Ying had already left the house, but the big-character poster of GAYLOVER remained where it was.He sat up slowly, grabbed the big-character poster and looked at it carefully for a while. He only felt that although the two stick figures were stupid in posture, they were also cute and moving, so he folded them up and put them in his pocket.

After breakfast, he stopped and walked all the way, wanting to meet Han Ying in the square, but unexpectedly saw no one.There were few businesses in the square before noon, and most of the entertainers who came out to perform were still resting, but several European old men were holding up their drawing boards and were concentrating on depicting the street scene of Saigon.Rong Chuan touched the big-character poster in his pocket and suddenly got inspiration. After taking two deep breaths, he cheekily asked a kind-hearted old gentleman for some drawing paper and a pencil, and found a sunny bench to sit on. After that, the English signboard of "painting portraits" was hung up, and the sketch business of "it doesn't look like it doesn't cost money" was started openly.

The first order was opened after waiting for almost two hours, and it was a young couple from China who took the initiative to inquire.I don't know whether to support my compatriots or the price is really cheap. After discussing for a while, the two finally sat down.

The girl seemed to be more interested in Rong Chuan than in the portrait itself, and she kept asking various personal questions with great interest throughout the painting process.Rong Chuan casually dealt with questions such as "Are you here to travel or stay in Vietnam?" "Do you usually paint for your girlfriend?" "Who taught you how to draw?" "You Looking so good-looking, have you ever thought about doing other jobs? This is a similar question, and the movements on one side are brushing and brushing.

As a first-class jewelry designer, he has always been quite confident in his drawing skills, and the manuscripts he occasionally shared in various industry forums on weekdays have also been praised repeatedly.Although he has returned to the stage of character sketching in college, he has put in 12 points of energy. After finishing the draft, he appreciates it first before handing it over to the other party with confidence.

"This... doesn't look like it at all!"

The boy didn't speak for a long time, but when he opened his mouth, his evaluation was a devastating blow. He didn't know whether it was because he really didn't understand painting at all, or because his girlfriend was too enthusiastic about outsiders because he harbored hatred.

"No, I think it's not bad! It's pretty good."

"It's not bad. I painted your face so ugly, and my head has become bigger. The proportions are wrong! Let's go, let's go to visit the church, look how long this has been delayed."

"Oh..." The girl is not a strong character, so urged by her boyfriend, she smiled apologetically at Rong Chuan, and started to look through her wallet: "Then leave after I give the money."

"Why pay back! Didn't you say that you don't want to take money? We don't want this painting, so there is no reason to give money."

"How can this work? It's taken so long."

"You have to pay for the time? Don't you say that we have spent so much time here?"

"Why are you like this..."

The couple suddenly had an argument because of him, and Rong Chuan was too embarrassed. Seeing that the girl's eyes were red and she was about to cry, he quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, if you don't like it, I don't charge money." of."

"If you're poor at painting, don't imitate others. If you dress like this and pose here, are you here to seduce girls or to paint?" Seeing his girlfriend sobbing and sobbing, the young man was really angry, so he decided to leave it at that. Calming things down, he took out a banknote and threw it on the stall, crumpled the painting into a ball, cursed and said what was in his heart, and walked away holding his little girlfriend's hand.

Rong Chuan bent down and picked up the ten yuan RMB thrown on the ground, and put it in his pocket with great care.On this day, he sat on a chair and took a few more orders one after another. When he was free, he just watched the people passing by in a daze.

He thought of the dumb flute, his cautiousness, suspiciousness, sensitivity, inferiority complex, and his kindness, tenderness, patience and meticulousness, and his willingness to ask for anything.At this moment, he finally understood the intertwined and complicated feelings of those hardships and difficulties, and for the first time, he deeply blamed himself for the mistakes he made because of his self-righteous arrogance.

In the backlight, someone rushed over, sat down beside him, and stuffed him with a piece of bread.

"Damn! I've been looking for you for a long time, so you are here! What are you doing? Painting?"

"Yeah! I made a lot of money!" Rong Chuan finally came to his senses, and took out a bunch of crumpled banknotes from his pocket as a gesture of pride.

"Fuck, awesome!!!" Han Ying was very happy, and hurriedly took out his pockets to show off the results: "I didn't borrow the guitar and stereo today, so I don't know if it's because the bosses blocked me for robbing people yesterday. With an idea, I found a shop to work as a part-time worker for half a day. I helped wash a few dishes and served the dishes for a while. I originally agreed to change the food without wages, but I met a perverted aunt who took advantage of me not paying attention. I touched Lao Tzu's ass and stuffed a few dollars into my underwear, hahahahahaha! I'm not being polite to her, take it!"

The face in front of her was smiling so hard that her teeth could not be seen, it was even more brilliant than the sun.Rong Chuan looked at it for a while, then grabbed his shoulder and kissed him hard on his laughing lips.

"Hey, hello! It's a big crowd, do you want to be in such a hurry?" Han Ying didn't grasp the angle of the hasty kiss, and Han Ying's teeth were knocked in an instant, and he screamed.

"Didn't you agree that it's GAYLOVER, or a group? Then give me a kiss."

"Hey, let's be more careful!"

The young man's lips moved closer, as soft as a piece of jelly, and pressed against him with a hot temperature.

The sun shines into my heart, as if all the smog has been cut away.

The financial problem was solved for the time being. The two of them followed the model of you doing small jobs while I paint, and entered a safe period of food and accommodation. Find a place to have a couple of cheap lemonades for a quick drink to add to the night's after-bed entertainment.

The days are worry-free for the time being, but the legendary receipt can't wait for a long time.Rong Chuan was always a little uneasy, so he repeatedly borrowed the hotel phone to call the embassy's 24-hour hotline to inquire about the progress, only to realize that the speed of issuing the certificate mainly depends on the domestic confirmation and review.

The operator answered a lot of calls and had rich experience. He very conscientiously suggested that if they had connections with the police station where the passport was issued, it was best to find someone to remind them.Rong Chuan was in the middle of a cold war with his family, and it was very embarrassing to encounter this situation. Both Rong Zongyue and Pan Lin were furious. This time, they caught him by the pigtails, so naturally they would not let him go easily.After struggling, finally, under the comfort of Han Ying, "a man can bend and stretch", he found a compromise and decided to contact his sister for emergency.

As a standard road idiot, Rong Chuan was once again severely despised for his incompetence in trivial matters because he couldn't remember his own sister's mobile phone number—Han Ying was extremely shameless for his mentally retarded face, showing off In front of him, he dialed his parents' phone number one after another and chatted incessantly.After searching around, Rong Chuan finally realized that there are buttons and e-mails available, so he immediately logged in online and asked Rong Xuan for help.

Two days later, the promotion of the two relatives in the country quickly achieved results, and the waiting receipt and certificate finally came slowly.After receiving the news, the two rushed to the embassy to get the materials, and immediately ran to the immigration office without stopping.When I arrived at the gate of the Immigration Bureau, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and I was about to go through the formalities, but was told that it was time to get off work.

The next two days are the weekend, Rong Chuan thought that he would have to stay in this miserable place for a few more days, his face was full of frustration, and he was about to return to the hotel with a slumped body, but Han Ying, who had a lot of experience in the world, was there During the time for a cigarette, I hooked up with an intermediary who had been poking around the gate of the immigration office.Even though the language barrier, only relying on the eyes and body gestures, they communicated a lot, and when Rong Chuan joined the bargaining camp, he gave a $50 red envelope, and the intermediary made a gesture understandingly , took them into the office, and when they went out, they said confidently that they could come to get the travel certificate with the signature card the next day.

The documents were finally in hand, and Rong Xuan helped them book the return flight tickets with great efficiency after communicating with each other through several emails.On the eve of leaving Saigon, Han Ying went upstairs and downstairs several times in this small hotel where he lived for almost a week, looking here and there, feeling sullen.Seeing his depression, Rong Chuan couldn't help being curious: "What's wrong with you? Haven't you stayed here enough? Don't you want to go back?"

"That's not true..." Han Ying's voice was muffled: "I just thought about the first time the two of us went abroad to play, but we didn't even have a souvenir. The mobile phone was gone, and the camera was lost. Those photos taken before I can’t find it anymore. Then just look at it more, keep it in your mind, and think about it when you have nothing to do in the future.”

"Oh……"

This is indeed a very tricky question, and Rong Chuan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when Han Ying said that.The two sat looking at each other for a while, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and patted Han Ying's hand: "Come, come, I will provide a VIP service today, and I will draw a picture for Ying Juju to express my heart."

"Yes, yes! That's a good idea... Where are you going to paint? Shall we go to the square?"

"There's no need to bother, I can see the view from the window is pretty good, Ying Juju hurry up, come to a handsome pose!"

At this moment, the moonlight is just right, and the sky is a peaceful dark blue. Open the small window of the hotel, and the layer upon layer of street scenes on Pham Ngu Lao Street are piled up with an exotic atmosphere.Han Ying was overjoyed when he heard the words, and quickly took a pose. After being quiet for 2 minutes, he suddenly became worried again: "You just draw me alone? What about you?"

"It's okay, I'm familiar with myself, adding someone by your side can take care of it in minutes."

"Damn! You don't look in the mirror less when you're alone at home, right? It's so stinky!"

"Don't dare to dare, no one can beat Ying Juju, who is beautiful and prosperous, than smug beauty!"

While speaking, Rong Chuan had already taken out the pen and paper, sat on the head of the bed and brushed and sketched smoothly, occasionally looking up, with a doting and focused expression.At the beginning, Han Ying was still immersed in all kinds of entanglements about his pose. He twisted left and right just to put on the most sexy and provocative pose. Soon, he was attracted by Rong Chuan's single-minded aura, and quietly Sitting there, looking almost greedily at the person in front of him occasionally raising his eyes, then lowering his eyes, dabbling on the drawing paper, his posture and expression are simply sexy.

"Actually, I think...wouldn't it be better for us to switch places?"

After about ten minutes, seeing Rong Chuan's subordinates gradually slowed down, he let out a sigh of relief, as if the project was about to be completed, Han Ying suddenly made a suggestion in a low voice.

"Eh?" Rong Chuan didn't realize it for a while: "There is no background on the side of the bed, what's so interesting about the bare walls?"

"The background is not the point! If we change positions, we can learn from Jack and Ruth!"

"Huh? What's the situation?"

"It's the Titanic... haven't you seen it? The male lead also helped the female lead to paint. Isn't the female lead just lying on the bed naked? They are happy while painting, and then they go to the car Got a hair on..."

"Fuck you! To catch a flight tomorrow morning, don't think about it, it's just a nonsense!"

Rong Chuan finally got his whimsical courtship hints, put down his pencil and walked over, pinched his face, and quickly interrupted his wild thoughts: "How about taking a look?"

Han Ying took the picture and looked at it closely.Rong Chuan seemed to have gotten inspiration from the silly-looking cartoon villains before him, and what landed on the drawing paper in front of him was actually the Q-version images of the two of them—two two-headed boys with big heads standing hand in hand. In front of the window of the small hotel, behind the bustling streets of Saigon, one of them was wearing a braid that shot up into the sky, wearing big pants full of little yellow chickens, and holding a mung bean cake in his hand, looking around. Mischievous, the other was wearing a casual shirt, smiling handsomely with his mouth pursed.Under the two people's feet, Chuan Niu and Sanmei entered in disorder, having fun, and the scene was lively and harmonious.

"Look like?"

"Damn! It's perfect! I'm so handsome!"

Han Ying held the drawing paper in his hand, looked at it carefully and carefully, and suddenly found a few lines of foreign letters vaguely written on the back of the drawing paper, so he quickly turned it over and studied it carefully.

"what is this?"

"It's nothing... I wrote it casually..."

"Fart, don't bluff me, tell me quickly! If you don't say it, I'll send a Weibo question to my fans!!!"

"Uh... it's actually a poem in Russian..."

Rong Chuan didn't know if he felt a little ashamed of being caught because of his sudden literary disease, and his face was slightly flushed.

"I don't understand Russian..."

"Tsk tsk, don't speak English, you can understand it."

"Damn! I'm uneducated..." Han Ying curled his lips, still full of curiosity: "What is this poem about? Why did you put it on the painting?"

"Okay!" Rong Chuan couldn't resist him, and simply started to literacy with a serious attitude: "This is a poem written by a Russian poetess named Tsvetaeva. I have only studied Russian for half a year, and it is not very good. So I can only roughly remember the first few sentences, and I don’t know if I spelled it wrong.”

"What baby is here?"

"... Tsvetaeva"

"This name is so hard to remember... Forget it, it's not important, so what is this poem about? Why don't you read it to me."

"My Russian pronunciation is terrible. Let me read the translated Chinese version for you." Rong Chuan looked at him, his voice slowly sank, and the tone after deliberately lowering it was melodious and affectionate, like a midnight radio station conveying feelings to the audience Male anchor:

"I want to live with you, in some small town, with endless evenings and endless bells.

In the inn of this small town, the faint sound of the old always knocking, like time dripping gently.

Sometimes, at dusk, a flute comes from a room on the top floor, and the piper leans against a window where tulips grow

If you don't love me now, I won't care.

In the center of the room, a tiled stove, with a picture painted on each tile:

A heart, a sailboat, a rose.

And looking out of our only window, snow, snow, snow.

You will lie in the posture I like, lazy, indifferent, indifferent, and the harsh sound of a match being lit once or twice.

The flame of your cigarette turns from hot to weak, the tip of the smoke trembles, trembles,

Short, gray butts—you don't even bother to flick off the ashes, and the smoke flies into the fire. "

Han Ying listened blankly, and the original curious look on his hippie smiling face gradually became a little helpless—the environment in front of him was too appropriate, the voice in his ear was too gentle, and the simple but quaint sentences carried powerful and abundant power, which made people feel at a loss. He was so touched that he couldn't be more moved, but he was also troubled by how to respond most appropriately.

In the middle circle, he has worked with too many domineering presidents and powerful emperors who are evil, charming and mad. He can always shout a few words "I want everyone to know that this fish pond is contracted by you!" The country, I want to share with you in this life" is similar to the lines of horror or middle school.However, at this moment, this simple sentence made his eyes red for no reason, and he couldn't help reaching out and hugging Rong Chuan tightly in his arms. After deliberating for a long time, he finally stammered out a sentence adequate response to express his feelings

"I...I also want to live with you, no matter where!"