give me a hug

Nine forty.

Xie Jiaran put down her phone and started to pack her things.

I spent all night thinking about the line draft, and the paint was never used, which saved the most troublesome step of washing the paint tray every day.

Put away the brushes and drafts, pick up the art appreciation textbooks that are rarely used in class in the afternoon, and still think about the inspiration for the last line draft in my head.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Liang Suinian who arrived at an unknown time, who was leaning leisurely at the door of the classroom waiting for him.

His thoughts were stuck, and his expression was a little dazed: "Why are you here?"

Liang Suinian said: "I was too full after dinner and went out for a walk, and unknowingly wandered downstairs to the Art Museum, so I came up to pick you up."

Xie Jiaran walked over quickly: "Have you been waiting for a long time? Why didn't you call me?"

"It is a great sin to disturb an artist's thinking and creation." Liang Suinian said solemnly: "I am a good young man, so I cannot commit crimes."

Xie Jiaran didn't know what to say for a moment.

Liang Suinian was amused by his "I'm speechless to you" expression: "I'm just joking with you, I just came here for a while, so I didn't wait."

After finishing speaking, put away the phone and stand up straight: "Let's go, go back."

Xie Jiaran obediently nodded and said yes, put the book in the other hand to turn off the light, Liang Sunian, who hadn't walked a few steps, suddenly remembered something, turned around, and looked at his face several times.

Xie Jiaran was looked at inexplicably: "What's wrong?" He rubbed the back of his finger: "Did the paint get on it?"

Liang Suinian pointed to a clean spot on the bridge of his nose: "Well, it's a little stained here."

Xie Jiaran wiped it twice blindly, and turned his questioning gaze to Liang Suinian, who shook his head regretfully: "I didn't wipe it, forget it, don't move, I'll help you."

Liang Suinian suppressed a smile, curled his right index finger and scraped the bridge of his nose a few times in a dignified way.

The honest little friend Xie Jiaran believed in him deeply and let him move, even if no one touched his nose, he couldn't help squinting his eyes whenever he got close to him.

so similar.

Liang Suinian lowered his eyelids and bent the corners of his eyes.

"You don't look well."

Before Xie Jiaran opened his eyes, he adjusted his expression, spread his hands in front of him, and asked "kindly" and seriously: "Do you want to hold him back?"

Sometimes some actions are really not controlled by the brain.

Just like now, Xie Jiaran obviously didn't feel uncomfortable, but when he saw Liang Suinian's open palm, before his head could react, his hand had subconsciously put on it.

The palm of his hand was lightly pinched a few times, he raised his head in a daze, and saw the smile in Liang Suinian's eyes was so full that it almost overflowed, until finally he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

His hand was released, and the familiar temperature fell on the top of his hair, and Liang Suinian touched his head again without authorization.

"Xie Jiaran, can I praise you?" Liang Suinian asked with a smile.

"...What?" Xie Jiaran's pinched hand fell back to her side, and she unconsciously squeezed it, the warm feeling seemed to be still there.

Liang Suinian curled his lips and smiled: "You are cuter than a cat."

Loves cleanliness, can't do without people, closes eyes when nose is touched, likes to be pinched...

I just don’t know if when you express your love, will you be like a cat, who likes to hug people and chew their chins?

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, Liang Suinian was forcibly dragged to the canyon to save the world by Li Tang and Shen Xuehao who knelt all night.

Xie Jiaran rejected their black invitation, put down her things and went to the bathroom with clean clothes.

After washing his face, he stared at himself in the mirror for a while, and accidentally rubbed the bridge of his nose just like Liang Suinian.

no feelings.

It's completely different from when Liang Suinian met.

His hands seemed to be hotter and more gentle.

……never mind.

He is thinking about what is useful or not.

Coming out of the shower, Li Tang was hugging Liang Suinian's arms and calling him daddy shamelessly.

Shen Xuehao laughed at him: "I don't even need face for the sake of scoring."

Li Tang made a "please" gesture: "If you want face, then get out of the car now."

Shen Xuehao adjusted his glasses and smiled slightly, then turned to Liang Suinian: "Father, keep fit and keep working hard."

Li Tang raised his middle finger in admiration.

Liang Suinian: "No, I can't afford to support two older sons like you."

Xie Jiaran returned to his seat in the midst of the bustle, and several messages popped up on his phone one after another. He thought it was Lin Shan's bombing again, but when he opened it, he found that it was not WeChat, but a private message from Weibo.

A fan whose ID is Meizi Jiangjiu sent a private message to ask if he could make an appointment. She wanted to ask her boyfriend for a half-length profile picture.

This is a Weibo account he specially opened when he practiced painting speed. When he has no inspiration, he will choose to receive manuscripts and set up to practice.

Because of the delicate and unique painting style, bright and bold colors, it has attracted a large number of fans, and has been reposted by many big Vs. It is also considered a little famous in the painting circle.

Plum sauce wine likes his style of painting very much, and knows his market. The price is very high, and the price of a half-length picture is [-], which is still not rushed.

But Xie Jiaran has not accepted the manuscript for a long time.

In addition, recently because of the big head of the competition work, the first reaction was to refuse, the word "sorry" had already been typed in the send column, and then I thought of something, and my fingertips hesitated on the send button, but did not fall. .

Or Lin Shan is right, because he was too involved in a dead end, he couldn't get any inspiration. If he draws something else to change his thinking, maybe the situation will be much better.

It didn't take long to make up my mind.

Deleted the original rejection, and re-edited a reply:

Jia thinks it is: [Yes, what kind of draft do you want, please send me the request. 】

Plum Sauce Wine: 【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh really! ! ! 】

Plum Sauce Wine: [Great!Seeing that I haven’t accepted the manuscript for a long time, I thought there was no hope, woo woo woo]

Plum Sauce Wine: [Is one thousand and eight too low? What is the psychological price, I can add more! 】

Jia thought it was right: 【No, this is fine. 】

Jia thought it was right: [How do you want to draw, is it a text design or a photo design? 】

Plum Sauce Wine: [Photo! 】

Plum Sauce Wine: [However, my boyfriend is rather fluffy, and I want someone who is super handsome without losing his characteristics, so I want to make a combination of two photos, that is, the kind that combines the characteristics of the two people together ,May I? 】

Jia thought it was right: 【Combine two people into one? 】

This request was very novel, and he had never encountered it before.

Plum Sauce Wine: [Yes!I want a combined version of a super handsome male god and my boyfriend!Only for avatars and not for other purposes! 】

Plum Sauce Wine: [Mainly my boyfriend loves face too much, I don’t know why he is so persistent at such an inexplicable point (quietly forced)]

Jia thinks it is: [I can try it, but I have never painted this kind of painting before, so I can't guarantee that I can draw it well. 】

Plum Sauce Purple: [Yeah! ! ! ! !You can draw whatever you want!I trust you!I like everything you draw! 】

Jia thinks it is: [Okay, please send me the photo. 】

Plum Sauce Wine:【/Picture】

Plum Sauce Wine: [Daddy, this is my boyfriend. The photo of the male god may have to wait for a few days, because my boyfriend is still in the process of choosing, is it okay? 】

Jia thinks so: [Yes. 】

In the end, because Xie Jiaran was not sure about the first attempt, he only accepted the manuscript at half the price of plum sauce purple, and one third of the deposit.

The two "sons" behind were still holding their mobile phones and howling passionately under the leadership of Liang's father.

Xie Jiaran got a little headache from the noise, rubbed her temples and got ready to go to bed.

When he exited Weibo and was about to turn off his phone, his gaze inadvertently glanced at the forum app in the corner of the desktop.

The fingertip unconsciously tapped twice on the screen.

He opened the forum and did a sign-in task, clicked on the voting channel of the most popular post on the homepage, and voted for both of his warmly covered votes.

The difference in votes between Liang Sunian and No.2 has reached nearly [-].

There is no suspense in the crushing victory, unless the whole school rebels overnight, there is absolutely no possibility of overtaking.

Xie Jiaran glanced at the data, pursed the corner of her mouth and silently put away the phone.

It's an amazing feeling.

It seems that some inexplicable products have produced a taste of satisfaction.

Liang Suinian picked him up with great enthusiasm.

Since that day, in the next week without exception, he will go to the studio to pick him up and go back to the dormitory every day after nine o'clock.

Xie Jiaran felt that this was too much trouble for him.

What's more, he is not a child, and the distance from the art building to the dormitory requires someone to pick him up every day.

It's a pity that Liang Suinian didn't take his rejection seriously at all, and still went his own way, clocking in at the studio at nine o'clock every day, even more punctual than in class.

Still can't ask why.

Anyway, the question is that I have a good appetite and always eat dinner lately, and I need to take a walk to digest my food. Picking him up is just a matter of effort, just drop by.

Xie Jiaran felt that the reason was a little... a little hard to describe.

However, he couldn't think of any more reasonable explanation, so he hesitated and believed it.

People are willing to take a walk at night, can he stop it?

If you change your perspective, your mentality will also change.

After a period of time, he gradually got used to this kind of life with someone picking him up every day.

Sometimes even after finishing the draft and seeing that the time is not yet nine o'clock, he would find something to do and hang out until nine o'clock, and then wait for Liang Suinian to pick him up.

But today is an exception, he didn't finish the painting ahead of time, and Liang Suinian's "daily studio check-in" time was more than half an hour earlier.

"Hey, this is a beautiful picture. Is it a sunflower?"

A light-toned admiration fell on his ears, someone bent down and put his arms on the back of his chair familiarly, and the movement of bending to look at the painting seemed to envelop him intimately in the shadow.

"Well, it's a sunflower field."

Xie Jiaran's brush left the paper.

He vaguely caught a clean and moist smell, subconsciously tilted his head and raised his face, and sniffed carefully at the position close to Liang Sunian's jaw and neck.

"Did you take a shower before you came?" he asked him.

It seems to be a new shower gel, which smells better than the last time, but it is still faint, and it can barely be smelled from such a distance.

The distance was too close, and when Xie Jiaran turned his head, the tip of Xie Jiaran's nose brushed against his jaw line as if he couldn't see it, the warm and cool touch was accompanied by a faint and strange itching.

Liang Suinian couldn't help lowering his eyes, and met a pair of dark pupils. Under the light, coldness and softness coexisted.

As if being lightly hit by a weak electric current, the words of praise got stuck on his lips.

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