give me a hug

"Lin Shan, I'm going to the bathroom. The teacher will come and ask me for a leave later."

"Oh, all right, you go."

The entire hallway is empty during class time.

Xie Jiaran went in and closed the door with his backhand, and turned on the faucet to the maximum. The cold water kept washing the back of his hands, taking away the little warmth in his hands.

The first thing I wanted to do was to call Liang Suinian.

But he quickly remembered that today was Friday. If he remembered correctly, Liang Suinian's class was full on Friday afternoon, so he couldn't spare time to take care of him.

You can't let him skip class, he has already troubled him a lot.

After more than ten minutes, the symptoms were relieved.

Xie Jiaran washed his face and went back to the classroom to continue practicing. The pencil was held loosely, and the drawing was intermittent, and the speed was more than twice as slow as usual.

After Lin Shan finished drawing a sketch, she turned her head and found that Xie Jiaran was still drawing the line, and sighed, "Jiaran, your hand speed is not good today."

Shifting her joking gaze to his face, her smile suddenly faded: "No, why is your complexion not so good-looking? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to go to the hospital with you?"

"Need not."

Xie Jiaran shook his head, his illness could not be cured by the hospital: "I'm fine, it's just that I slept too late last night and didn't rest at noon today, so I'm a little tired."

Lin Shan did not doubt that he was there: "Then remember to go to bed early today, tomorrow is the weekend, you can sleep a little longer, just make up for it."

Xie Jiaran: "Yes."

The time for free practice passed quickly, and the bell rang at 06:30, and the students in the classroom packed up their things and left one after another.

"Jiaran, do you want to have dinner together?"

Lin Shan made an invitation: "A cake shop has just opened near the side door. I heard that it is very delicious. We can have dinner and try something new."

"No need." Xie Jiaran refused: "I don't have much appetite, and I want to finish this exercise before leaving, next time."

Lin Shan regretted: "Okay, I'll go test the water with my guy first, and I'll call you next time if it tastes good."

As soon as he left, Xie Jiaran was the only one left in the classroom.

He stopped and put the pen on the table, closed his eyes and let out a long breath, picked up the phone, and dialed that person's number for the first time.

"Hey?"

The voice from the other end of the phone carried the usual lazy Shu Lang, clearly audible in the slightly noisy background: "Xie Jiaran, what's wrong?"

"Did you not go back to the dormitory?"

Xie Jiaran was seriously trying to figure out where he was from the background sound, but the discomfort suddenly surged back like a sea wave, hitting the end of his voice trembling.

Liang Suinian's ears were very sharp, and he could hear something wrong.

"Are you sick?" he asked.

Xie Jiaran closed her eyes and let out a muffled hum.

Liang Suinian said, wait a minute, he should have walked to a place away from the crowd, the noisy background sound was much quieter: "Where are you now, the studio?"

Xie Jiaran nodded, remembering that he couldn't see, then added: "Yes."

Liang Suinian asked again: "Is get out of class over?"

Xie Jiaran tried his best to endure the discomfort that slowly aggravated from hearing his voice: "Come on, everyone is gone, only I am here."

"Okay, Xie Jiaran, now send me the classroom number of the specific floor of your studio, and I will go there right away."

Liang Suinian was very organized: "Don't go back to the dormitory, Li Tang and Shen Xuehao skipped class and are playing games in the dormitory now, it will be inconvenient for us to go back."

"Then is it convenient for you to come here?" Xie Jiaran was afraid of disturbing him, and asked in a low voice: "Are you busy?"

"What's inconvenient for me." Liang Suinian said relaxedly, "I'm not busy, I'm eating at the side door with my classmates, and I've eaten enough."

He glanced at his phone: "It's 47:7. If you feel uncomfortable, just squint and rest for a while. It will take up to [-] minutes. I will definitely appear in front of you on time."

Xie Jiaran followed his words and also glanced at the time, Qingqing Lingling responded with "Okay", showing a bit of cuteness that couldn't be hidden.

The corners of Liang Suinian's mouth curled up, thinking that he really looked like a child.

From a distance, he made a sign to go back to the classmate who was looking this way, and walked quickly to the school gate. When the phone was hung up, he remembered something, and asked the kid on the other end of the phone: "By the way, are you Didn't you have dinner?"

The studio is not like a classroom, you can sleep on the table.

Xie Jiaran felt that 7 minutes passed quickly, and planned to use this time to do a color speed exercise.

——After 2 minutes, he put his forehead against the drawing board and began to close his eyes in a daze.

For the first time, I felt that 7 minutes could be stretched so long.

Until the top of her hair was rubbed familiarly from behind, Xie Jiaran tilted her head and turned to look, but there was no one behind her, Liang Suinian had already walked around to Lin Shan's seat and sat down.

"Come on, this is for you."

Liang Suinian unsealed a cute box and handed it to Xie Jiaran: "The dessert shop newly opened at the side door, many people are buying it, the taste should be pretty good."

"Cake?" Xie Jiaran remembered the dessert shop that Lin Shan asked him to go to just now, it seemed that it was also at the side door.

"En." Liang Suinian took Xie Jiaran's left hand naturally, and completely wrapped the back of his hand with his dry palm.

"I asked the clerk, and they said that this cake is the most popular, but it has no original flavor, so I bought you a strawberry one with freshly cut strawberries on it."

I found out that classmate Liang really likes eating strawberries.

"Thank you." Xie Jiaran said.

Liang Suinian: "Thank you, I'm on the way anyway."

Xie Jiaran looks like a kitten, has a personality like a kitten, and even eats like a kitten. He takes small bites, takes his time, and will not lose his rules no matter how hungry he is.

Friends around Liang Suinian gobble up meals like piglets who are afraid of being snatched. I have never seen Xie Jiaran eat so pleasingly.

He felt fresh, stopped playing with his mobile phone, and stared at people with great interest.

Xie Jiaran was uncomfortably stared at by him, and silently accelerated the speed of eating.

When the cake was finished, new problems followed.

Most of his paintings were still unfinished, and Liang Suinian held his hand like this, and he couldn't hold the paint tray anymore.

It is troublesome, time-consuming, and extremely uncomfortable to apply a little bit on the side.

His movements were too clumsy, even if he didn't say anything, Liang Suinian would have noticed, "Isn't this inconvenient?"

Xie Jiaran was silent for two seconds, then said stiffly, "It's okay."

"Are you still polite to me?"

Liang Suinian let go of him and stood up, Xie Jiaran's hands were empty for a moment, subconsciously chasing after him and hooking his fingers.

A chuckle couldn't help being heard, and Xie Jiaran was easily picked up by someone before he could react in the future.

Liang Suinian took his seat and gave him the space in his arms.

"Don't worry, I won't go."

Liang Suinian thoughtfully reached out and took the palette over and handed it to him: "Here, wouldn't this be more convenient?"

"..."

Xie Jiaran had never been hugged in such an intimate position before, and Xie Jiaran felt his body froze, and his mind went blank for three seconds.

"Uncomfortable sitting?"

Liang Suinian adjusted his position slightly, and moved him closer to his arms: "How about this? Is it better?"

Xie Jiaran just woke up like a dream, his Adam's apple glides up and down and swallows a mouthful of saliva, struggling to think: "No, I'm very heavy, your legs will go numb if you sit like this."

His strength was almost nothing in Liang Suinian's eyes, and he easily suppressed it with a slight tightening of his arms: "Come on, you are still heavy, hugging you is like hugging a little chicken."

Boys are really skinny.

Not to mention, the waist is so thin that he can easily wrap it around with one arm, and there is room for it. Although he has seen it in the dressing room last time, it still makes him feel emotional when he actually hugs it on his lap.

Xie Jiaran was gripped by his intentional or unintentional measuring action.

As if touched by something invisible, my whole body went numb, my palms and calves were weak, and I almost couldn't hold the paintbrush.

The person in his arms fell silent.

Liang Suinian raised his eyebrows and looked at the blush that had quietly faded from the tips of his ears, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

"Eat more." He said, "It's not good to be too thin, it's easy to get sick."

Xie Jiaran was feeling uncomfortable now, and didn't know what to say when he heard this, and finally choked out "yes" out of words.

Slightly dull.

The sun was setting, and the bright sunlight slanted in from the window.

The studio with only two people was surprisingly quiet.

Liang Suinian had Xie Jiaran in his arms and couldn't play with his mobile phone, so he stared at the canvas for a while and started chatting with him.

"Do you remember the combination of so many colors?"

Liang Suinian, a science student through and through, always felt that Xie Jiaran's hands were probably stained with a kind of magical power called art, and a few kinds of paints could be mixed casually to create another more beautiful and rare color.

He was lazy, and lazily rested his chin on Xie Jiaran's shoulder. Whenever he spoke, the hot air would continuously spray on his neck and the side of his face, causing a slight itchiness.

However, unlike the itching of skin thirst, it doesn't make people feel uncomfortable, and it even feels inexplicably comfortable to him.

"It's not too much." Xie Jiaran patiently explained to him: "As long as you understand the complementary colors, the rest will be easy to remember."

"That's amazing." Liang Suinian boasted that people have never been stingy, eloquently: "It was the first time I watched the chemistry teacher do the potassium permanganate experiment in junior high school. It was magical, awesome, and wonderful."

This should be regarded as the most typical collision between art students and science students.

Xie Jiaran has long forgotten that potassium permanganate is mixed with something to change color, while Liang Suinian is serious about wanting to praise others, but due to lack of vocabulary, he can't spit out any good words.

But the victory is obvious.

The initial uneasiness sneaked away in their casual chat, and he gradually got used to Liang Suinian's embrace.

Xie Jiaran has a problem of not knowing whether it is good or bad in painting, as long as she starts to paint, she will unconsciously fully devote herself to it.

It wasn't until a painting was finished that I realized that my ears had been quiet for a long time, and the window was already shrouded in darkness.

Turning his head to glance, Liang Suinian tilted his head on his right shoulder, with his eyes closed and long eyelashes drooping, he did not know how long he had been asleep.

Carefully putting away the drawing paper and trying not to make a sound, he inadvertently lowered his head, and was attracted by the red spot on the back of Liang Suinian's hand.

In the lower part of the tiger's mouth on the right hand, it should be accidentally stuck on his hand when he changed the brush.

Rub it lightly with your fingertips, it's already dry and can't be wiped off.

The obsessive-compulsive disorder broke out, Xie Jiaran stared at the red point uncomfortably and thought for a long time.

Then he picked up the paint tray that was set aside to be cleaned later, picked up the softest paintbrush, adjusted the color, and began to outline the red point with very light movements.

With just three or two strokes, a round and lovely strawberry first appeared in shape.

He drew so seriously that he didn't notice a figure standing at the door of the classroom for a long time, dumbfounded.

The author has something to say:

Everyone will stop commenting on Yaya, so Yaya will sadly break it down by a few more words tomorrow, right? QAQ

Let Niannian rely on Xiao Xie to sleep one more day~