The king is here

A week later, You San, who was in a wheelchair, returned home after the doctor confirmed that he was recovering well and could be discharged from the hospital. He returned to his home in the suburbs, but he still had to go to the hospital for restorative treatment and physical examination regularly.Of course, you can also do some simple exercises at home, such as walking a few steps by yourself every day, etc., which will help you recover.

After he was discharged from the hospital, Yan Yong's life seemed to be back on track.There is no need to run around home, hospital, and school, because he packed up and moved into You San's house, and was teased by his sister and brother-in-law for being the door-to-door son-in-law, which made him dumbfounded.

There is a wisteria trellis in You’s courtyard. Although the branches are no longer so luxuriant and full of vitality in winter, the appearance of the leaves covered with a thin layer of snow also has a quiet beauty.Under the shelf, Yan Yong set up a table and moved two wicker chairs, one for himself to sit on, and the other for You San, who is addicted to painting.

In the past, Yan Yong's painting style was darker in color, so it was usually painted flat, impasto, or directly in Q version and bar comics.But he has recently become obsessed with colored pencils and watercolors, especially the latter. He likes the feeling that the warm colors converge little by little into a bright landscape under his pen, so he paints watercolors whenever he has time, even because of the six-level exam. Things got so busy that he fiddled with a few new pictures for him.

Needless to say, You San, that pile of basic sketch books is enough for him to read, and he has to spend a lot of time on work every day when "Wu Xian" is nearing the release, and only at this time can he get along well with himself. The sweetheart is alone for a moment.

Beside the small table, two equally slender and thin figures were doing their own thing, occasionally looking up at each other, the atmosphere was warm and peaceful.

The deep or light colors in the brush strokes a quiet and blooming camellia in the courtyard.Yan Yong, who was serious about painting, lowered his eyelids, sometimes raised his long eyelashes to look at the flowers not far away, his black pupils were so pure and almost transparent in the afterglow of the setting sun in the afternoon.

You San's attention was always on the book, and from time to time he followed the instructions and steps in the book to draw something in the sketchbook.But once in a while, when he raised his eyes and saw Yan Yong's concentration, he was involuntarily attracted to him, and then changed from reading a book to looking at him with his chin resting.

His eyes didn't move, he couldn't bear to look away.

The daylight gradually passed, and the light gradually faded in the shroud of night, and the fine stars were already flashing in the sky.Yan Yong used up the watercolors he used for painting three times, and it was You San who added them to him quietly in the box. The movements were very light and did not disturb him at all.

So, on the white drawing paper, in addition to a pot of camellia, there is also a table, a pot of tea and two teacups smoking lightly. Brushes and books are scattered on the table in a messy but aesthetically pleasing manner. There is a faint tranquility in the pictures.

After Yan Yong finished the last stroke, his eyes glanced at the work he had spent all afternoon, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Did you draw it?"

You San's gentle voice came from the side, which attracted his attention. He turned his head, just in time to see a cup of tea being handed over.

Smiling and taking a sip, the aroma is rich and long, and the taste is sweet and elegant, which is the taste of tea that You San's father, You Li, has always liked.Yan Yong couldn't help sighing: "When I came to your house, I always feel that I am much more pure-hearted than before, even my painting style has changed, and I even drink tea."

"Don't you drink tea? I remember you have a lot of tea bags at home." You San asked doubtfully as he sipped a cup of tea himself.

"That's the herbal tea my brother-in-law made himself. He is not in good health, so he can only drink that tea. Didn't you see that when he came to play chess with Uncle You, he always brought his own cup of tea?" Yan Yong brushed lightly On this topic, as soon as the cup was put down, Chongyou San raised his chin, "My new series 'Life' is almost finished, and the first batch of peripheral umbrellas are also going into production. How is your painting learning?"

Speaking of this, You San's relaxed and relaxed expression froze: "Uh... for now... it's still in the sketching stage."

"Have you learned the characters yet?" Reaching out and flipping through You San's sketchbook, all he saw were half-finished still lifes, not sure if they were good or not, Yan Yong shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Your progress is too slow, at your speed , the album is estimated to be released in the next year."

You San grabbed his hand with a bitter face, rested his chin on the back of his hand and looked up at him pitifully: "Can you..."

"You don't want to leave something more special than others in my first picture album?" Yan Yong smiled and poked his nails.

You San lay down on the table and bumped his forehead against the notebook.

Patting the top of his head, Yan Yong put the finished watercolor painting aside to dry, took out a new piece of paper, dipped the tip of the pen in red paint and stroked vigorously on the paper, a vigorous and curved line appeared before his eyes.

After bumping his head, You San looked up at him and asked curiously, "Are you going to draw a new one?"

"Yeah, the last picture of this series, it can be put into the second batch of peripheral production after painting." Yan Yong's curly eyelashes are full of warm and delicate lights, and the smile that naturally spreads from the corners of his lips softens his resolute outline , handsome and charming, which stunned You San.

His house is so beautiful.

Even though he knew that Yan Yong was his male god, You San still stubbornly called him Qingfeng.Because this is his original intention, he wants to remember that what he fell in love with is "Where is the breeze", Yan Yong who is more real than "One Two Two One Two".

"Don't look at me anymore." The surroundings were quiet for a while, and Yan Yong, who lowered his head and carefully sketched the lines, suddenly said without raising his head, "Read your book and learn it quickly. If the album doesn't come out early next year, you will definitely be killed by fans." drowned in anger."

When he said this, You San simply pushed the book at his side and rubbed against him: "It's okay, I think your painting is also a kind of learning."

Yan Yong gave a "tsk" and cast a sideways glance at him, but he didn't push him away.

……

Since November, Yan Yong has always been busy.The first is to prepare for the sixth-level exam and do the final sprint; the second is to be busy with the surrounding paintings.Umbrellas are the "December Flowers" series in the watercolor series. There are a total of twelve models, each of which will have one hundred signatures, and a full set of limited editions.Postcards and bookmarks are the "24 solar terms" series of ink and wash style. Bookmarks or postcards can be purchased individually or as a whole set.These two peripherals are not expensive, and the construction period is not long. They can be put on the shelves in late November, and proofing has already begun.

Yan Yong should be the first to receive the samples, twelve umbrellas and a whole set of bookmark postcards, filling his room to the brim.

"Do you want it? I'll give it to you." He casually picked up an umbrella and looked it over, before Yan Yong handed it to You San.

You San, who was sitting in a wheelchair, took it and held it in his arms, and said with a smile, "I want to buy it myself, and I will definitely collect a complete set this time."

"It's fine, anyway, I earn the money." Yan Yong shrugged and said indifferently.

Just as You San was about to say something, the phone rang suddenly, his eyes swept across the screen, and seeing that it was the secretary calling, he told Yan Yong and went out.Yan Yong didn't care, she listened to English for a while in the room, turned on her phone and began to browse Weibo.

After the surrounding proofing pictures were sent out, the sunspots were still jumping.

——Ouch, the first wave of misappropriating money has come out!

——It’s amazing my [-], this kind of speed happens to be at the most exciting time for fans, so I’m sure I’ll be able to earn a lot!

——Wait for the master to count the data of one-two-one-circle money!

Regarding these sunspots, Yan Yong's response was to take a photo with the peripheral samples he received, with a cute and silly meow on his face, and his vulgar scissors hands showing a sense of shame, and his style remained the same as before.There is also a sentence below the picture:

The amount of the amount is the amount of the amount!You can shrink your money if you are willing or not!

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At this time, Yan Yong, who was fighting wits and courage with the black men, didn't know that he would encounter a drastic change in his life in the near future.It was this change that almost changed his life.

Going out to buy groceries in the afternoon, when Yan Yong got onto the bus with a big bag of things, he happened to see that there was still an empty seat in the last row, so Le Diandian went over and sat down.After sitting for a few stops, an old man walked up tremblingly on crutches.There were too many people in the car, and he saw that the old man was inconvenient to move, so he gave up his seat.

Carrying the vegetables with one hand and holding the pull ring with the other, Yan Yong looked at the scenery passing by outside the window and counted the number of stops until he got home, when someone bumped him behind him, he thought it was because of the car shaking, so he didn't pay much attention.

However, it didn't take long before he was hit again, this time with extra force, he was almost knocked out of his hands and fell out.He turned his head angrily, and met a girl's red eyes and...

It was a man wearing sunglasses and a mask who bumped into him, and that man was harassing the girl vaguely.Maybe it was because of fear, or maybe there were other reasons. Although the girl was trembling and about to cry, she still covered her mouth to keep herself from making a sound.

Yan Yong frowned, and was about to make a righteous move, but he caught a glimpse of a cold light from the corner of his eye, and was surprised to find that the man was holding a knife in his other free hand, most of the knife was hidden in his cuff, only his face was exposed. The tip of the knife was against the girl's lower back.

No wonder the girl dared not speak up.

Yan Yong's heart shuddered, and he pretended not to notice anything but turned his eyes away, but thought to himself.It can't be disassembled in the car, otherwise there are so many people, it would be bad if it hurts others.Of course, this girl can't be ignored, otherwise who knows what will happen later, let's wait and see.

The palms were slightly cold, and Yan Yong became inexplicably nervous, and the hand holding the bag was so hard that the fingertips turned white.

After a few more stops, when the cold sweat on Yan Yong's palms made him unable to hold the bag, the man and the girl got off the bus.The man put his arms around the girl's waist from behind, looking intimate like a couple, at least in the eyes of others.

Seeing this, Yan Yong followed.

Pretending to be a fellow passerby to mix in the crowd, Yan Yong trailed a few meters behind the two of them.The man walked into an alley with the girl in his arms. It was one of the corners of the city, and it was rarely visited by people, so he knew what he was going to do without even thinking about it.

Yan Yong knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

Leaving the vegetables behind, he quickly followed in lightly. After turning the corner, he saw the man pressing the girl against the wall, taking off his mask and grinning ferociously.He paused, then rushed up quickly, kicking the man's calf and kicking him aside.

"Run!"

He yelled at the girl who was stupefied by this accident, Yan Yong pushed her hard, and in the time it took to turn around, the person who had ruined the good thing angrily grabbed the knife and rushed towards him.He dodged sideways and yelled at the stunned girl again. After seeing her screaming and running out of the alley, he turned around and focused on dealing with the man.

The man did not know what background he was from, he had a strong physique, and his movements were exceptionally powerful. His moves were very methodical, and Yan Yong, who had only learned a little bit of Taekwondo, gradually became overwhelmed.He retreated while beating, wanted to exit the alley to a crowded place, but was afraid that this man would continue to hurt others in a frenzied manner, and was distracted for a while, and he was punched in the chest by him when he was distracted.

Yan Yong's breath was suffocated, and even his evasive movements froze for a moment.But it happened at such a moment that the man seized the opportunity, grabbed Yan Yong's collar and stabbed him severely in the abdomen.

pain!it hurts!He has never experienced such pain...

A burst of severe pain spread rapidly from the abdomen, Yan Yong curled up in pain, his face instantly turned pale, and his whole body was trembling violently.He stared at the man with wide-eyed eyes, and he saw horror and ferocity in his eyes.But before he had time to think deeply about the meaning of the emotion in this man's eyes, he was about to pass out from the pain.

Falling powerlessly on the cold floor, Yan Yong's blurred vision was filled with blood.The vitality flowed out of his body along with the warm blood, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

At the end of the memory, he vaguely heard a sound of chaotic footsteps, and before confirming its authenticity, he lost consciousness weakly.

He seemed to have fallen into an endless void, and there was only darkness in front of him.