You can't imagine the happiness of double A

Sun Zhaole had a dream at night.

In his dream, he sees himself in a third perspective: a beast somewhere between a deer and the classic unicorn image.

Huge and beautiful horns spiral upwards, and the beast's eyeballs are slightly protruding, clear and light lake green, with long and sparse eyelashes.It blinked gently and slowly, the eyes flowing like flowing snow, showing the unique fragility of delicate objects.

When spring comes, it will chase the warm breath and come to the world from the top of the snow-covered mountain all the year round.Its four legs are slender and powerful, and its hooves fold gracefully when it walks, with a snowy light that people can't look directly at.

When Sun Zhaole opened his eyes, his heart was beating like a beating drum, and he was struggling to breathe. His whole body was in a magical void, and only the images in the dream were clearly and deeply imprinted in his mind.

He threw away the pillow that was pressed against his chest at some point, lifted the quilt, and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

Logically, this shouldn't be a nightmare.

Sun Zhaole let out a foul breath slowly.

He didn't sign up for volunteering today and has a whole day to spare.After breakfast, he hid in his room and didn't come out all morning.

Qin Ye had to prepare lessons in the morning, so he didn't notice his abnormality. He didn't realize it was wrong until Sun Zhaole finally said he didn't want to eat after calling for lunch three times.

Angry again?

Qin Ye stood in front of his room with the puppy in his arms, and began to think about when this temper started.

no result.

On the contrary, the puppy was so comfortable by him that he purred happily.

When Sun Zhaole was so hungry that he came out of the room, he saw Qin Ye hugging the cat, sitting on the sofa in a daze, and a faint beam of sunlight fell at his feet.

This scene is suitable for recording.

"Don't move!" He loudly stopped Qin Ye from getting up, and then quickly went back to the room to find the SLR.

Qin Ye has a good relationship with an art teacher in high school, and he knows a little bit about their profession. Inspiration will come at any time, and the opportunity must not be missed. If it doesn't come again, he must write it down immediately.

But when he saw Sun Zhaole's camera pointing at him, he couldn't help showing a dumbfounded expression.

"Tsk." Sun Zhaole looked at the preview picture, not polite at all, "The expression is so ugly."

Qin Ye walked over with the cat in his arms to look at the photos he took, but Sun Zhaole had already closed it, so he asked, "What did you take?"

"Pat casually." The cat nestled in Qin Ye's arms, looked up at him obediently.Sun Zhaole couldn't help touching the cat's chin.

Qin Ye: "Hungry? I called you three times."

"I'm painting, don't bark next time, I might not be able to hear you." Sun Zhaole suddenly remembered that Qin Ye didn't eat alone, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Qin Ye said no, so Sun Zhaole felt a little guilty. Last time he promised Qin Ye that he would have dinner with him—at least he would not let him go.

So, after a nondescript lunch, Sun Zhaole coughed lightly: "Let's go out to eat tonight, I invite you."

"Huh?" Qin Ye was squatting to feed the cat strips, when he heard this, he raised his head and glanced at him.

The hand covering the cat is particularly beautiful.

Sun Zhaole picked up the SLR again, and when the shutter sounded, Qin Ye looked at him in surprise.Sun Zhaole looked back confidently, remembering Qin Ye's domineering behavior that seemed to invite him but actually notified him, he put away his camera and said, "Clean up tonight, please go to the restaurant."

Sun Zhaole put away all the odds and ends in his room, and the easel was propped in the corner under the air conditioner. He sat down with half of his face facing the wall.

The curtains are pulled up, not blocking the light, it is the only light source in the room.I also know how this room was decorated at the beginning. The curtains are pale pink, covering the thin sunlight, like a layer of hazy and soft fog.

Sun Zhaole likes to paint in a dark environment.

Darkness helps him focus and calms him.

His canvas features the rudimentary form of a deer, gradating from cobalt blue to olive.

He is trying to reproduce the dream of last night, but the little beast in the dream has a little more indescribable feeling than the one on his canvas.

Sun Zhaole lacks vocabulary, and he really can't describe that feeling in words, nor can he describe that feeling.

He had been struggling with color selection all morning, and in his dream the whole body was emitting a holy and soft white light.

Not to mention the painters, there are countless painters who just put deer into their paintings, and this kind of pure and white image is even more innumerable.

Sun Zhaole doesn't want to paint what others have painted, let alone be like them.

He wanted to draw something different, but he couldn't make any innovations.

This feeling of anger continued until he went out to eat with Qin Ye, and it didn't dissipate.

Sun Zhaole booked a health restaurant in the food street. It was close to home, so they decided to walk there.After the rain, the air was filled with the smell of moist soil. He frowned and thought, not even noticing that Qin Ye had stopped.

"Sun Zhaole."

Sun Zhaole woke up like a dream, turned around in a daze, and put a bottle of cold mineral water on the side of his face.The water bottle was sweating, and Sun Zhaole wiped his wet face, watching Qin Ye walk to the side of the corridor.

Qin Ye unscrewed his bottle of water, lifted his chin towards him, took a sip, and said, "Let's chat?"

Sun Zhaole took the water and didn't drink it. The mineral water should have just been taken out of the freezer, and his palms felt cold and painful.He slowly stood beside Qin Ye, not knowing what to say.

Qin Ye drank half a bottle of water, screwed on the cap, and cast his eyes across the street.He didn't urge Sun Zhaole, their relationship was thought-provoking, they were friends before they met, but after they met, the balance was broken.

With the mentality of raising a child, coupled with not correcting his misunderstanding in time, Qin Ye always felt guilty and compensated for Sun Zhaole, so he tolerated and regressed a lot.But he will not, nor is he qualified, to force Sun Zhaole to do what he does not want to do.

The cub probably hasn't finished puberty yet, so his mood fluctuates a lot all day long. As a co-resident, he has the responsibility to give Sun Zhaole some guidance.

Sun Zhaole quickly realized what he said. They have always kept their boundaries, and the other party suddenly assumed the posture of a close uncle and wanted to chat with him, which was quite unaccustomed.

But he didn't hide it either. After all, Qin Ye has many years of life experience than him, and he is still a teacher, so he should be able to figure it out better than him.

"Our school took the exam yesterday," Sun Zhaole said. "There was an exam, and it was usually about drawing gadgets, but this year we used real-life models, and one person gave up halfway through the drawing."

"You think he did something wrong?"

Sun Zhaole laughed: "Of course not, no one can judge whether he is right or wrong. I was just thinking, how can a person know whether the choice he made is right or not."

He turned his head to meet Qin Ye's heavy gaze.

"I don't regret choosing my current major, but I just feel that I feel too good about myself. If I am deceived, I am not suitable for this major at all."

Qin Ye is a complete science mind. When Fang Lian first moved in, he deliberately found topics to get close to him. They discussed oil paintings, and Fang Lian showed his paintings, but Qin Ye couldn't appreciate them at all.

Perhaps the painting is a good painting, but Qin Ye doesn't know from what angle to appreciate it. In his eyes, there are only good works and bad works.

Similar to straight man and lipstick number.

It is not something that can be solved with a few words to make the young boy who has always been lively and vigorous show such a bewildered expression.

Qin Ye said: "This is your feeling and your thinking. Who can you be fooled by? Don't get into the horns, just solve the problem. Doubting yourself is a kind of evasive behavior."

Sun Zhaole: "Oh."

He asked again, "Do you want to see my paintings?"

"You show me, and I will."

Sun Zhaole clicked on the photo album and showed him the one he drew today.

When he leaned over, the faint scent of flowers on his body wafted to Qin Ye's nose. Qin Ye was a little taller. When Sun Zhaole lowered his head to look for the picture, he glanced at the glands in the back of his neck that were exposed because of this, and then pulled away a little.

After doing this, he turned his gaze to Sun Zhaole's phone screen: "Xiaolu?"

"Yeah, what do you think?"

Qin Ye: "Looks good, your technique is very mature, I can't find any mistakes."

"...Your social skills are quite high," Sun Zhaole was speechless. This is not a math problem, and he praised his proficiency in problem-solving skills. After a while, he suddenly thought of something, "What do you teach?"

Qin Ye felt despised: "Mathematics."

"..." Damn, I guessed it right.

Sun Zhaole said: "Forget it, let's go eat." He took the lead on the road.

Qin Ye followed him, and after a while, Sun Zhaole couldn't help but bring up the topic again: "What do you think of this deer?"

Qin Ye was determined not to let him underestimate him, and thought about it seriously for a while: "It looks good, the color is very novel, but there seems to be something missing?"

Sun Zhaole's eyes lit up: "What do you think is missing? Is it because of the color? At first I wanted to use a white one, the one with the white light of the Virgin Mary, but I think too many people have this kind of design. , I don’t want to use it anymore. Looking at it now, the effect is really worse.”

Qin Ye laughed, "Look at how many painters in history have painted plum blossoms. Is it possible that only one person can paint a thing? The same object, the same color, what you paint is the same?"

"You are afraid of colliding with others because you don't have the confidence to draw something different from others under such conditions."

It turned out that Qin Ye just laughed at him as childish...

It's not just a matter of confidence, but also a difference in how people behave because of age differences and backgrounds in life.

Qin Ye doesn't care what others think of him. If he were a painter, he would never look at other people's works, and would only concentrate on creating his own.He doesn't care what others are like, and he doesn't intend to compare with others, he just wants to express what he wants to express in the painting.

But Sun Zhaole is different from him.

Sun Zhaole's professional background, the education he received, and his domineering personality made him unable to bear the fact that he "shared" something with others.

How naive, it's completely the monopoly of a three-year-old child.

That's what Qin Ye meant.

Sun Zhaole was a little upset and a little hot, but he had to admit that what Qin Ye said was right.

Just as he was about to retort, Qin Ye spoke again: "Everyone has their own insistence, so you don't have to listen to me. I'm not a professional either. Fang Lian said that you are very powerful and talented, a college bully?"

"It's a waste—"

Being teased by people as a "student bully" a lot in school, Sun Zhaole subconsciously wanted to be angry, but in the blink of an eye, he thought of another thing: "How did Fang Lian tell you about me?"