Focus on the scene

◎Happy Birthday◎

It is impossible to help with drawing and sketching. At most, Jingjie can only send a few voice messages to guide him remotely.

But the facts proved that Ji Huai's understanding ability in this area was not very good. When he went to the studio to hand in his homework on the last day of the National Day, Jing Jie took a look and was stung by the chicken feet full of pages.

Mr. Zeng has been teaching students for so many years, and he has never seen such a big storm. He didn't change his expression when facing this page of chicken feet. He picked up a pen and began to revise and talk.

Ji Huai kept nodding, not sure if he listened.

After Mr. Zeng finished speaking, he handed the sketchbook back to Ji Huai, took a look at Jing Jie, and said, "You two are in the same class, so you can teach him more if you have nothing to do."

Jing Jie nodded, but he didn't know what to do.

Ji Huai is quite good at asking for advice with an open mind. When he returned to school, he would use Zeng Lao's words to threaten Jingjie and let him teach him how to draw.

What else can Jingjie do? Of course, he can only teach.

Ji Huai listened and watched carefully, and finally when he started to write, he still returned the chicken's claws, but the chicken's claws were not so strong.

Jing Jie was annoyed by the sidelines, and almost wanted to teach him by hand.

But Ji Huai was quite happy, he waved the chicken paw in front of Jingjie's eyes, and said, "Look, I've made progress!"

Jing Jie scowled at him.

Ji Huai coughed lightly, "Hey, teach me a few more times and I'll be fine."

"How do I teach this?" Jing Jie said helplessly, "I've covered the main points, and Fan Hua has also drawn, so you should practice more on your own."

"Teach me by hand." Ji Huai said, "Didn't a teacher teach me how to write when I was young?"

Jing Jie had to admit that he was a little moved, but he had to show a dreaming look on his face.

Relying on his thick skin, Ji Huai continued to work hard, "Jie~Brother~Brother~"

Jing Jie felt that he was going crazy.

"Hand!" he said almost through gritted teeth.

Ji Huai sent his hand to him.

Jing Jie covered his hand up, and with an awkward posture, he led Ji Huai to draw a slightly deformed hand on the paper, but at least it no longer belonged to the category of chicken feet.

Ji Huai stared at the paper with a serious look, but his mind had already settled down in the warmth on the back of his hand.

Jingjie's hand was a little cold, but it didn't make people want to run away like on Luoji Mountain.On the contrary, he needs such a little bit of coolness to stay awake and avoid saying something that he regrets for life in a moment of enthusiasm.

But Jingjie painted too fast, before his mind could completely cool down, the coolness disappeared.

While scorning his lack of determination for taking advantage of others, Jing Jie forced himself to be calm and asked, "Have you learned anything?"

"No." Ji Huai said: "The posture was a bit awkward just now, why don't you stand behind me and do it again?"

Jingjie: "..."

Jing Jie spurned himself again, and stood up as Ji Huai wished.

This posture is really ambiguous.

Jingjie thought to himself.

If it weren't for the back of the chair as a shield, he and Ji Huai should have their chests against their backs now.Such intimacy made him a little distracted, and he couldn't even draw steadily. Although the hand looked flawless, he knew that the painting was not good enough, not perfect.

"Draw another one." Jing Jie said.

"Okay." Ji Huai nodded, and the tips of his ears turned red where no one was paying attention.

Lin Wenxin and Liang Siyu, who just came back from the toilet, did not expect to see this scene just after entering the classroom, and opened their eyes wide.

Lin Wenxin grabbed Liang Siyu's arm and shook excitedly in her arms.

Liang Siyu shook with her, his heart and face were full of sugar-eating happiness.

If Jing Jie felt something, he looked back and found that it was the two of them who felt guilty for some reason, let go of Ji Huai's paw and coughed lightly, "Okay, you can practice more by yourself."

Ji Huai glanced at the half-painted hand, and turned his head in confusion, only to see the former front row and the former front row deskmate staring at him with satisfaction, frightening him, and said viciously: "Look What to see!"

"What's so fierce!" Lin Wenxin retorted, "You look so handsome."

"No." Ji Huai said, "I'll charge you, fifty cents per visit."

Lin Wenxin took out a piece from his pocket, "I'll give you a piece, and you two can continue drawing."

"Go, go." Ji Huai waved his hands away, "Go and cool off."

Lin Wenxin then put another piece back into his pocket and dragged Liang Siyu away.

Ji Huai breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't hate those two girls who licked his and Jingjie's CP all day long, and they licked it whenever they wanted. In this situation where they couldn't express their feelings, he was quite happy to be licked by others.

But...the two girls were very careful, and Bao Buqi could see his thoughts one day.It made him uneasy.

Ji Huai looked at the half-drawn hand on the paper, and at the same time couldn't help thinking about the reason why Jing Jie let go of him while feeling uneasy.

It's just a hand-in-hand teaching to draw, even if someone sees it and is flirtatious, it's not a big deal.Besides, YY and the others are Lin Wenxin and Liang Siyu, Jing Jie should have gotten used to their YY long ago.

So why did Jingjie let him go?

Are you trying to avoid suspicion?

Why avoid suspicion?What to avoid?Did Jing Jie treat him too...

Ji Huai shook his head, shaking that unrealistic delusion out of his mind.

Don't expect it.

As long as you don't have expectations, you won't be disappointed.

"Give me that...book." Jing Jie said, "I'll finish the remaining half."

"Oh, good." Ji Huai handed over the notebook, and subconsciously observed Jing Jie's expression.

Unsurprisingly, he saw nothing.

really.Ji Huai smiled.

After getting familiar with the script and basic movements, the main actors of Little Red Riding Hood started to line up.

Jing Jie's cold temper to the outside world is a bit cold, and he seems to be indifferent to everything, but he still has a little bit of shame.

In the part where Lu Yu Big Bad Wolf fights and dances, his movements can be described as stiff.

The mother-in-law played by Sun Huo Shang and the hunter Feng Yi couldn't straighten up laughing. Lin Wenxin, who served as a teacher throughout the show, rolled the math book into a tube and patted it in the palm of his hand, and said seriously: "Squad leader, you are moving too much!" It’s dead, let’s do it again.”

"Wait for me." Jing Jie said, taking two deep breaths, doing a good job of mental construction, and then nodded at Ji Huai, "It's ok."

Ji Huai held back a smile and retreated to the starting point.

The dance fight was meant to be an embarrassment, and Ji Huai felt ashamed at first, but when he thought that it was Jing Jie who was embarrassing with him, he took another big step on the shameless road with confidence.

Isn't it just a dance?

Jingjie thought.

When Lin Wenxin yelled to start again, Jingjie let go of all his burdens, and danced the short dance smoothly with the most standard posture.

Emotions are probably particularly contagious.Ji Huai received Jingjie's seriousness, and he was very energetic when receiving the dance, and danced very vigorously.

"Okay!" After the dance, Sun Huo Shang shouted and clapped his hands.

Feng Yi and Lin Wenxin followed suit, and when they had done enough, Lin Wenxin suppressed her smile and said seriously: "Go on, don't interrupt."

On the Monday of the second week after the National Day, the principal finally announced the exact time of the art festival.

Friday, January 11th.

Seeing that the preparation time has been less than a month, all the students in the school are active, and you can see classes rehearsing on the playground at any time.

The dance of "Kindergarten is My Home" was also put on the agenda. In addition to physical education classes and the occasional lunch break, Lin Wenxin also bit the bullet and asked Hu Luo to apply for weekly class meetings for dance practice.

After all, the art festival is held every two years. Hu Luo agreed very simply, and kindly asked them to choose a place with few people to dance, and don't let other classes see it.

Hu Luo originally meant that he didn't want students in other classes to know that they used class meetings to practice dancing, but Lin Wenxin understood that the secret must not be leaked, and that other classes should not know the coquettishness of their five-class topic selection, with a face of "I understand" He nodded to Hu Luo.

There are still three weeks before the art festival starts, and when everyone is busy familiarizing themselves with the dance moves, Jingjie still has to find time to prepare the album for Ji Huai.

This Sunday is Ji Huai's birthday, but there are only fifteen pictures in Jingjie's album, and six of them were rushed out during the National Day, which can be said to be very difficult.

Calculating that there are still six days left, Jing Jie thought that no matter what, he would have to scrape together [-] pictures, so he turned down two drawing appointments and stayed up all night to produce the pictures.

The hard work paid off, and he finally painted the No.17 picture in time for the deadline.

On Ji Huai's birthday, when the two met at the subway station, Jing Jie's first words were "Happy Birthday".

Ji Huai smiled brightly, "Let's have fun together."

Jingjie: "..."

Ji Huai stretched out his hand towards him.

Jing Jie stared at his hands for a while, the joints were distinct and the fingers were slender.

Jing Jie was a little moved.

Ji Huai's chilly voice came over: "Where's my gift?"

Jing Jie regained his senses, and walked towards the subway station, "I'll give it to you when I get there, it's not official now."

Ji Huai followed quickly, "It doesn't matter if he's official or not, I just want to see it."

"Think about it." Jing Jie said.

"Cruel and heartless." Ji Huai condemned.

Ji Huai thought about it all morning, and he was a little absent-minded when he was drawing the sketch of the plaster combination.

There was no difficulty until noon, when he was about to reach for Jing Jie's bag, Jing Jie slapped his hand back.

"Eat first." Jing Jie said.

Ji Huai collapsed, "I'm not hungry!"

"Eat even if you're not hungry." Jing Jie said, "I asked Uncle to make you a bowl of longevity noodles. It'll be cold if you don't go."

"Fuck." Ji Huai was startled, "When did you say that??"

Jing Jie shook his phone, "I added him on WeChat, and I made an agreement with him yesterday."

The uncle Jing Jie was talking about was the owner of the noodle shop next to the studio. He was a very kind person. Usually, there was little business in the shop. When they went there for the third time, their faces were remembered, and they gradually became acquainted.

Ji Huai still has a good impression of the boss, and after learning that the other party made longevity noodles for him, he didn't want to delay, so he temporarily put aside the matter of the gift, and dragged Jing Jie down the stairs.

When he got to the store, Ji Huai found out that Jingjie not only prepared longevity noodles for him, but also a box of small cakes, the kind for two.

The boss cheerfully said happy birthday to Ji Huai, asked Jing Jie what kind of noodles he would like to eat, and went to work.

Ji Huai sat in front of the steaming bowl of longevity, looked at the noodles, at the cake, and then at Jingjie, just as he was about to say something, Jingjie said first, "You're welcome."

Ji Huai choked, pressed the words of thanks back to his heart, and said instead: "Who wants to thank you, I just want to ask what's going on with this cake."

"Oh, I asked my uncle to help me buy it. He said that there is a cake shop next to his house." Jing Jie said, "If you can't finish the big ones, just buy the small ones."

Ji Huai nodded, "Thank you uncle."

"Thank you, he said he will cook this bowl of longevity noodles for you for free." Jing Jie said, "You can cut a piece for uncle when we eat cake later. Let's eat noodles first?"

"Okay." Ji Huai pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick bucket.

The boss made this bowl of longevity noodles with great care. There is only one noodle in one bowl, and one noodle is piled up in a bowl, with an egg lying in the middle.

Ji Huai thought that the longevity noodles could not be broken, so he carefully pulled out the noodles from the bowl and ate them bit by bit.

Jing Jie's bowl of noodles was not as particular as he was, he came from behind and finished eating before Ji Huai.

Ji Huai glanced at him, speeded up and put the last bit of noodles into his mouth, and said vaguely, "You're not afraid of choking."

"Not afraid." Jing Jie said, "Just don't choke."

Ji Huai picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup, wiped his mouth for the last time, and shouted to the boss: "Uncle, you are really good at cooking!"

The boss just served a bowl of noodles to the guests, wiped his hands on the apron twice, and said with a smile: "It's good to eat."

"Uncle, do you have a plate here? Let me cut a cake for you." Ji Huai pointed at the cake.

"No need." The boss still smiled cheerfully, "I don't like sweets, you can eat them."

Ji Huai asked again to make sure that the other party really didn't want to eat it before giving up. After thanking the boss for a few words, he lifted the transparent cover on the cake.

The 6-inch fruit mousse is sweet just by looking at it.

Especially very invincible giant so sweet.

Jing Jie symbolically stuck a candle on the cake, took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it.

Ji Huai frowned, "Do you smoke?"

Jing Jie swallowed the happy birthday he was about to say, and asked, "Are you an idiot?"

It was only then that Ji Huai realized that the person who brought the lighter didn't necessarily mean to smoke, and it was a little embarrassing.

Jing Jie didn't think there was anything wrong, seeing Ji Huai's reaction, he let go of the topic, raised his chin, and said, "Make a wish."

"Don't you sing the birthday song?" Ji Huai asked him.

Jing Jie firmly shook his head, "No singing."

Ji Huai said, "I haven't heard you sing yet."

Jing Jie still shook his head, "No way."

"Okay, okay, don't sing if you don't sing." Ji Huai blew out the candle in one breath.

Jing Jie let out a sigh, "Did you blow it after you made a wish?"

"No promise." Ji Huai said, "A wish without BGM will not come true."

Jing Jie suddenly felt that he was bored.

Seeing that he seemed a little unhappy, Ji Huai stopped teasing him, and quickly explained: "I was just joking. I really have nothing to wish for."

Jing Jie stared at him for a while to make sure he wasn't lying to himself, and then said, "Didn't you say you regretted not making a wish at Qinglong Temple last time, and your wish came true?"

"That's not true." Ji Huai scratched his hair.

Jing Jie asked: "Then why didn't you..."

"It's useless." Ji Huai said: "I thought about it later, if that matter can only be realized with the blessing of the Buddha, I would rather it not be realized."

These words are very interesting. Simply translated, it means that Ji Huai must rely on his ability to turn a certain wish into reality.This is very respectful.

But what is that thing?

Jing Jie didn't ask.

Because Ji Huai didn't seem to want to say it.