Today's Shura field is also very lively

Zhou Lu carefully selected an exceptionally sunny day to go back to his alma mater.

On that day, the sky in A was very clear, with a few white and soft clouds floating in the blue sky.

He and Yan Huan walked together on the campus. The two were tall and straight, with outstanding appearance and extraordinary temperament, which attracted many students to look back.

The first thing Zhou Lu did when he returned to his alma mater was to be invited by his tutor to go to the lecture theater to teach his juniors.

He originally thought that Yan Huan would go with him, but he didn't expect the man beside him to say indifferently: "You go, I'll take a stroll around the campus."

Zhou Lu couldn't even smile at this meeting. His original plan was to stroll around the campus together. If Yan Huan went alone, what's the use of him returning to his alma mater?

Zhou Lu stood where he was, pursed his lips, forced a smile and said, "Okay, then I'll come to you later."

So he watched the man turn around and walk in another direction on the campus, leaving only a tall and straight figure behind him.

Zhou Lu's face darkened. He knew Yan Huan since he was young, and he was extremely single-minded and paranoid. How could he like him for so many years, and if he said he didn't like him, he wouldn't like him anymore?

Something must have happened in his absence that he didn't know about.

The man who turned and left walked slowly towards the teaching building of the Academy of Fine Arts according to the vague impression he had had when he was studying.

Yan Huan didn't know what she was looking forward to.

He was in a daze some time ago, looking at the young man's profile over and over again.

That young man is called Chen Qi.

My dream is to be a painter.

Thinking of this, Yan Huan paused slightly, her heart twitched for some reason.

Almost subconsciously, the man inexplicably called out in a soft, sighing tone: "Little painter."

In an instant, all the noisy sounds around suddenly retreated like a tide, and the ups and downs in the air also froze with time.

In a trance, Yan Huan frowned tightly, and he raised his hand to press his forehead, only feeling the fragmented memories in his mind faintly flash by.

When he looked up again, the man found that he had unknowingly walked near the teaching building of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Yan Huan silently emphasized in her heart that she was just looking casually, while unconsciously looking at the students who came in and out.

As a result, fewer and fewer students came in and out. After a bell rang, no students entered or left the teaching building.

He pursed his lips, and suddenly a hazy scene flashed in his mind, which caused him to step up and walk into that strange teaching building.

He walked slowly in the teaching building, more and more sideways, the desks and chairs in the passing classrooms were more and more messy and outdated, and the windowsills were covered with thick dust.

But strangely, Yan Huan felt more and more familiar as he walked, until he stopped at the door of a remote studio on the sixth floor.

Looking from the window, the studio is old and messy, with mottled paint on the heavy wooden door.

The door was open, Yan Huan walked slowly into the studio with some hesitation, and saw a sleeping young man lying on the table.

On the drawing board in front of the young man is a semi-finished painting, the colors are gorgeous and vivid, extremely vivid, shining brightly in the sun.

The young man was wearing a black T-shirt, his slightly long hair covered his porcelain-like neck, and a small black mole on the tip of his nose moved slightly with his breathing.

He didn't seem to be sleeping deeply, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his slender eyelashes swayed like butterfly wings occasionally.

The watery sunlight outside the window diffused over the young man's eyebrows, quiet and beautiful like a painting.

Yan Huan felt his heart soften suddenly. He looked out of the window and saw the bright sunlight shining on the young man's face. He pursed his lips and walked to the window to cover the bright sunlight.

Most of the sunlight was blocked, leaving only a section of the sun shining in from the window eaves. Yan Huan raised her hand to block that section of sunlight.

The young man's brows gradually eased, as if he had fallen into a deeper sleep.

In the empty studio, there is only one ceiling fan that is slowly turning.

The tall and straight man in the smoky gray suit was tensing his waist and raising his hands, silently shielding the young man on the table from the bright sunlight.

The man stared at the sleeping face of the young man, and the subconscious helpless thought in his heart was: I stayed up all night to draw again.

The summer wind passing by outside the window blew through the tips of the young man's hair and lifted a few strands of soft forehead hair. The young man's slender and curly eyelashes trembled subconsciously, and he woke up leisurely.

Chen Qi slowly opened his eyes, first he continued to stare blankly on the table for a while, then slowly raised his head, once he raised his head, he was almost scared to death.

#About waking up from the previous life's concubine staring straight at you in front of you#

Chen Qi looked around hesitantly, but found no one else, only him and Yan Huan in the whole studio.

In the silence, Yan Huan, who was standing by the window, put down her hands, and said softly to the young man with a blank and hesitant face, "Hello."

Chen Qi was silent and didn't answer him.

Yan Huan pursed his lips slightly, and he continued: "We met, last time."

Chen Qi: Not only have I seen it, but I have slept with it in my previous life.

He said nothing, leaning on the chair and looking at the man by the window.

Yan Huan hesitated for a moment, as if she didn't know how to speak, she said after a while, "I'm also a student of this school."

Chen Qi was silent, stood up and packed his painting tools, as if he was about to leave.

Yan Huan has never taken the initiative to talk to anyone in his life, and he never thought that one day he would rack his brains and take the initiative to talk to a boy.

And that boy exudes a sense of rejection towards him.

Seeing the young man packing up the painting tools faster and faster, he subconsciously blurted out: "Wait a minute."

After saying that sentence, the young man who packed the painting tools stopped, as if he was frozen in place.

There was an eerie silence in the studio.

Yan Huan was also a little stunned, his face was a little hot, he hesitated dryly and said: "Well, can I know you?"

The young man turned his head to look at him, his expression was indifferent, and his voice was hoarse when he woke up: "Sorry, I don't think it is necessary."

Chen Xi knew that Yan Huan at this age was not the moody Second Master Yan back then, but the time when he had a violent temper.

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, Yan Huan fell silent.

Chen Qi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he thought that Yan Huan should be suppressing his anger with a sullen face and not speaking.

The man standing outside the window was as Chen Qi thought, his face darkened.

Chen Qi continued to look at him indifferently, almost writing the words "Don't beat me" on his face.

I saw Yan Huan with a stiff face, silent for a few minutes, then whispered subconsciously with a bit of blank grievance: "Why do I feel that you hate me so much?"

Chen Qi raised his head in shock, he really didn't know how this dog had the face to ask questions.