Dansu

into their ears.

The cry fluctuates from high to low, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the changeable voice line is sometimes sharp, sometimes rough, and there will be a broken sound from time to time when the call is emotional.

Simply delighted.

Jiang Ming swore that he had never heard such a funny bird call until now, he almost laughed out loud, but held back.

Fu Qiu, on the other hand, was amused by his tangled expression about whether to smile or not.

Immediately, the two laughed out loud, and the fire in Fu Qiu's hands was extinguished uncontrollably. They laughed so hard that they couldn't stop, and finally rolled on the ground full of fallen leaves because of the pain in their stomachs.

"Oh, fuck it," Fu Qiu said weakly, clutching his stomach, the smile in his eyes hadn't faded, "It's so fucking funny."

Jiang Ming stretched his limbs on the thick dead leaves, exhaled hard, and made people feel refreshed, "I'll tell you."

"what?"

"...It's nothing." There was a smile on the corner of Jiang Ming's mouth.

"Damn!" Fu Qiu smiled so much that he rolled his eyes, shining brightly, "It's over!"

"It's really nothing." Jiang Ming pulled his arm and pulled him to his side, "Is there nothing you want to tell me?"

"No, what's wrong with you?" Fu Qiu slapped Jiangming's chest, and rubbed it back and forth a few times.

"It's a crime if you're happy," Jiang Ming pulled his wrist and rubbed against his protruding bone for a while, "Go back."

Fu Qiu stood up first, and held Jiang Ming by his wrist, so he had no choice but to drag Jiang Ming up from the ground, then hugged him horizontally, and returned home as light as a swallow and as fast as a ghost. .

When Jiang Ming opened the door, he felt the pain on his face like being cut by a knife.

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Fu Qiu made him a bracelet, saying it would keep those little monsters from getting close.

It looks very simple, the rope is woven with red thread, and there is a small stone full of cracks in the middle. It can't be seen what shape it is. It is not as good-looking as the artificial inferior bracelet bought at the stall for ten yuan.

But Jiang knew that there must be part of Fu Qiu's mana in it, so he kept it with him, and he never left his body when he slept or took a shower.

I don't know if it's the function of this bracelet, but after that, I really didn't encounter anything, and my life became dull.

The matter of Fuqiu and yogurt's stomach ache finally came to light. It was really because of the brand. Fuqiu tried repeatedly for three or four months before finally confirming it, and then he never had a stomach ache again.

It seems that there is no burden, and the posture becomes free and easy when sleeping, and Jiang Ming is often woken up at night.

Xiaomo never came to look for him again, and she didn't even say hello when she met him occasionally.

The sketching class is still going on as usual, he still doesn't know the names of the subwoofer and the small voice, they are still chatting in class, Jiang Ming is the closest to them, drawing slowly while listening to their jokes, as if Also gradually understand them a lot.

As soon as the days faded, they passed very quickly, and I graduated from the third year of junior high school in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Ming's studies have always been top-notch, and he also took the senior high school entrance examination seriously. He entered a key high school. Originally, Yang Yumo also did similarly to him in the exam, but he said he wanted to be in the same school as his brother. I gave up and chose ordinary high school.

Yu Wenxuan got the test together with him, but his relationship with her has never been salty, and he didn't care too much.

In the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school, I was relaxed and had nothing to do, so I would spend every day at home drawing pictures tomorrow.

In the past few years, he has been learning at a leisurely pace. He hardly has time to finish a painting when he returns home. Gradually, he only draws in class, so the progress is quite slow.

After passing the portrait painting, the teacher asked him to draw it again from the beginning. He drew five different pictures of geometry, still life, facial features, hanging portrait, bust, and bust. a level.

Teacher Xue felt that his foundation was almost done, and asked him if he wanted to learn some watercolor, but Jiang Ming refused, because watercolor is too troublesome, and sketching is so good, just a pen can create a world.

However, in the portraits, the only ones who are good-looking are those who are good-looking, and the one who remembers the name is Giurino. He has practiced basically all the angles several times. Can draw sketches well.

Unlike Mr. Xue, he has no requirements for the image of the characters. He still remembers being forced by him to copy an extremely ugly and wretched character. He didn't remember the name. The process of drawing was really tormented. Can't help, even though he knew that this character is the only way to practice character composition and is very representative, but he still strongly begged Mr. Xue to stop torturing him.

"The beauty that an artist appreciates should not stay on the surface." Teacher Xue taught him in a rare and serious way.

Jiang Ming admits that he has no artistic talent, and learning sketching is purely a hobby, so he still persists in drawing a few of his favorite characters.

A person was bored in the study room, drawing on the paper on the easel, and he was so bored that he drew the study room in front of him.

The study door was left open, and the sound of the TV and Fu Qiu's occasional laugh came from the living room.

With a thought in his mind, he took off the drawing board on the easel, replaced it with a new piece of paper, went to the living room and used his feet to hook a chair next to the TV. From here, he could see the 45-degree angle of Fu Qiu watching TV profile.

"Why?" Fu Qiu looked at him with a smile.

"Draw you, don't worry about me." Jiang Ming shook the pencil.

"Then shall I hold my pose?"

"No, you want to laugh or cry, I just can't remember what you look like when I was painting, I have to watch it."

"Damn, do you still remember my name?" Fu Qiu threw the pillow on the sofa towards him.

Because Jiangming's hands and drawing board were not clean, he could only grab the drawing board and escape. The pillow fell directly to the ground and slipped two meters away. It’s not that I’m not skilled enough.” Jiang Ming went to the pillow, lifted it up with the instep of one foot, and jumped to the sofa with one foot to throw it up.

Because Jiang Ming has always painted Western figures, most of them are older, because of the three-dimensional facial features and the wrinkles and gullies on the face, it is difficult to grasp the direction of the muscles, so Fu Qiu is easy to draw.

In fact, Fu Qiu looks quite gentle most of the time, especially when he has no expression, because he has a gentle face.

From this angle, you can see his softly curved face, straight nose bridge, somewhat narrow peach eyes and upturned mouth corners, but the delicate jawline makes him look sexy and fragile.

Jiang Ming used to be very afraid of drawing lips. At the beginning, when he painted his lips, it might still look weird after a class. After a while, it didn’t look much like the shape on the plaster statue, but it didn’t look like it was growing on a human face. Yes, so every time he draws his lips, he always pays special attention.

In fact, he didn't observe Fu Qiu's appearance too carefully. After all, he has been facing this face that hasn't changed at all since he was a child. Who would pay attention to it.

Fu Qiu's lips are thin, with obvious lip beads and lip peaks. The lip shape is smooth and perfect, the corners of the lips are slightly sunken, and the firm texture draws a light shadow inward. The upper lip is slightly wider than the lower lip.

Forehead, brow bone, nose bridge, philtrum, lips, chin, they are connected one by one to form a perfect silhouette.

Mr. Xue always taught him that when drawing figures, he should have a broad view, draw as a whole, and deepen it over and over again, so that he can stop at any time to have a complete picture. However, after so many years of practice, he is still used to separating them. Put it back together.

This is a very low-level and very bad habit, and it is easy to draw the characters to pieces. He used a lot of practice and time to cover up this shortcoming.

At this moment, he looked at the person in the painting, a little dazed.

Jiang Ming has always felt that the black, white and gray world is more beautiful than the colorful world, the characters are more charming, and the scenery is more profound. Although no one understands him, he just thinks so.

"Are you ready?" Although Fu Qiu was watching TV, he had been paying attention to his movements, and heard that he hadn't written for a while, so he came over to have a look.

Sketching is realism, this painting can basically be regarded as a black and white photo of Fu Qiu, but it still needs some repairing.

Fu Qiu rested his wrist on Jiang Ming's shoulder, and smiled proudly, "Damn, he's so handsome." Then he pushed him, "To be honest, are you excited?"

Jiang Ming stared at the person in the painting without saying a word. The air conditioner was turned on at [-] degrees in the room, but he suddenly felt the pores on his back being squeezed open. .

"I'm going to wash my hands first."

When he got to the bathroom, he locked the door behind him, leaned against the door, and didn't move for a while.

What's wrong with me?

Jiang Ming looked at his face in the mirror, it was no different from usual, but he felt that the temperature must be higher than usual.

Biting his lips, he went to the sink to wash his hands. He didn't use hand sanitizer, so he rubbed it a little bit.

"Not yet?" Fu Qiu slammed the door.

For a moment, Jiang Ming felt a sudden jump somewhere, "Okay, okay."

As soon as he opened the door and saw Fu Qiu's face close in front of him, he felt that something started beating wildly, but he found the source of the beating, which was the heart.

"Wait...wait," Jiang Ming closed the door in a panic, "I still want to go to the toilet."

Sitting on the toilet seat, Jiang Ming hesitated to think about it.

But if you don't think so, it doesn't make sense.

To him, Fu Qiu is a family member, and conceptually, a benefactor. Although he doesn't have much gratitude in his heart to be honest, he knows that Fu Qiu has no obligation to take care of him.

He thought before that if Fu Qiu suddenly returned to the demon world one day, he would be very sad, but he would not do anything, because he is a human, and Fu Qiu is a demon, and he has his own destination after all.

But if I have such feelings now, what will their relationship develop into?

Jiang Ming didn't dare to think about it, and he couldn't think about it.