Focus on the scene

◎Draw for a lifetime◎

The two shared the cake, and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon when they returned to the studio.

Finally when it came time to receive gifts, Ji Huai rubbed his hands expectantly.

Just as Jing Jie was about to speak, he received Ji Huai's death stare x1.

Jing Jie cleared his throat and took his schoolbag, "Don't worry, I really have to give it away this time."

Only then did Ji Huai restrain the fierceness in his gaze, hummed twice, and then saw Jing Jie take out a cowhide coil book from his bag.

"Is it a painting?" Ji Huai took the book and couldn't wait to open the first page, his eyes lit up, "Is this...gouache painting?"

"Watercolor." Jing Jie corrected.

"Oh, almost." Ji Huai let go of the topic indifferently, looked at the boy on the first page who snapped his fingers and grinned, and exclaimed, "Damn, why can you draw so much like me in comics? "

"You're handsome." Jing Jie said, "Anyone who draws a handsome guy will look like you."

"Nonsense." Ji Huai said, "You have me in your heart."

Jing Jie pursed his lips and nodded, "Well, there is you."

Ji Huai was just trying to talk quickly, but he didn't expect that Jing Jie would pick up the fight, and his ears almost turned red again in fright.

There were only the two of them in the studio at noon, the headlights were turned off, and only a desk lamp in the corner illuminated a small world for them.

Ji Huai fingered the color card next to the painting, changed the subject and asked, "What is this?"

"Color card." Jingjie said, "These colors are the ones used in this painting. I think it will be helpful for you to learn colors in the future."

"Oh, then this is still a teaching book for you." Ji Huai turned a page back as he said, he was sitting in the classroom writing the questions seriously, and the teacher in a khaki leather jacket was passing by his desk.

"Is this the last monthly exam?" Ji Huai pointed to the teacher and said, "The invigilator seems to be dressed like this."

Jing Jie nodded, "You have a good memory."

"It's mainly because of her leather jacket, which makes me feel like I'm strangling." Ji Huai said, "I'm afraid that when she passes by me, she will suddenly feel tight in her chest and pass out of breath."

Jing Jie was amused for a long time upon hearing this.

Ji Huai let go of the invigilator, and pointed to an elbow at the edge of the screen, "Hey, then this is you."

Jing Jie let out a sigh, "Your eyes are pretty good, I thought you couldn't see it."

"How is it possible, I don't miss a single detail in your paintings..." Ji Huai fell silent.

Jing Jie raised his eyebrows, "Hearing your tone, have you seen me draw a lot?"

"Nonsense." Ji Huai said calmly, "You just sit next to me and draw pictures every day, and I'm not blind."

"Then what are you guilty of?" Jing Jie almost instantly thought of the period on Weibo that always grabs the first praise from a group of fans.

"Who's guilty?" Ji Huai pretended to be stupid, "I'm serious." As he spoke, he turned another page, and what caught his eye was an eagle soaring in the sky, and then a wicker blown by the wind. A free-flowing stream, and deer drinking water by the stream.Then, he saw a frog soaked in a pot in the lower left corner, a very small one, but it was outside the frame, making a very large and beautiful landscape painting a dream for it.

Ji Huai clicked his tongue, "Why does your picture look like a child's drawing?"

"Children's drawing is very free, isn't it?" Jing Jie said, "It doesn't matter the composition of the picture, it doesn't matter whether the painting looks like, you can draw whatever you want."

"Small expert on the topic." Ji Huai praised, and continued to scroll down.

Jing Jie looked at him and saw that he had no intention of bringing up the previous topic again, so he smiled silently.

Whether the period in Weibo is the period in his mind seems to have the answer, but since Ji Huai is still unwilling to admit it, he will not point it out in empathy.

Ji Huai carefully flipped through the pages one by one, and saw himself in the classroom earnestly attending class, in front of the queue leading exercises between classes, in the studio trying to draw straight lines, in the subway station waiting coolly with his hands in his pockets. my own...

Each one can bring back Ji Huai's memories, but each one does not have Jingjie's face on it.

Seeing that he had seen the last one, Jing Jie was a little sorry and said: "I originally wanted to draw for a full month, but there were too many things during this time, so I only drew these 17 pictures before it was too late. gone."

"This is the diary." Ji Huai asked without thinking.

Jing Jie froze for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

"Since it's a diary, you have to write it every day." Ji Huai said, "It's fine if you've been lazy for the past three days. Why do you still want to write for 17 days and stop writing?"

Jing Jie found it funny, "Then you mean I still have to paint?"

Ji Huai nodded, "That's necessary, otherwise why would it be called a diary."

"Then I'm not allowed to give up halfway?" Jing Jie laughed.

Ji Huai also laughed, but his tone was still firm, "No." After a pause, he took care of his heart and softened his voice: "Just take it as my birthday wish."

Ever since he admitted his love for Ji Huai, Jing Jie knew that he probably had nothing to do with Ji Huai, not to mention that the other party had found a reason for him to agree so thoughtfully.So, he only hesitated for two seconds before agreeing to Ji Huai's unreasonable request, but one picture a day would definitely not work, and he had to discuss the quantity with Ji Huai.

Ji Huai is easy to talk at the moment, he waved his hand, "It doesn't need to be too many, just one a week is enough."

Jing Jie asked in a good-tempered manner, "Is there anything else this gentleman needs?"

"Yes." One of them dared to ask and the other dared to say, "I want you to appear in the painting, together with us, and then you have to add a cover to this book, and the text should be written...Jiqing Yujing! My That era."

Remember the scene.

If I remember correctly, in Lin Wenxin and Liang Siyu's opinion, these four characters should be their... CP names.

Jing Jie took a deep breath, nodded, "Okay."

Ji Huai raised his eyebrows, "So refreshing?"

"You are the oldest." Jing Jie picked up a pencil and a utility knife as a cover, and said casually while sharpening the dustpan on one side: "Then, how long will my once-a-week service last? "

This is a good question.Ji Huai thought.How long will it last?

Logically speaking, he should let this squeeze continue until the No. 30 painting, which can be regarded as allowing Jingjie to complete the original conception of this album.

But as far as his selfishness is concerned, [-] pictures can't satisfy him.

Ji Huai felt that he was getting a little greedy, but today's Jingjie seemed to be particularly talkative, which gave him the courage to shamelessly.

"Maybe draw until graduation, or the day we cut off contact." Ji Huai looked at Jingjie with extraordinarily serious eyes.

Jingjie stopped sharpening his pen, then fell silent for a moment, and asked, "Then what if we haven't lost contact?"

"Then keep drawing." Ji Huai heard his own voice running out uncontrollably, "Draw for the rest of your life."

Jing Jie raised his eyes, and unexpectedly met Ji Huai's gaze.

At that moment, both of them saw the inevitable emotion in the other's eyes.

Looking forward to, apprehensive.

Surprised, confused.

It seems... a little out of bounds.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, getting closer.

The student stepped across the threshold with his schoolbag on his back, looked around, then walked silently to his drawing board, sat down and took out a knife and pen from his bag.

In the corner, the two people who were facing each other in silence came back to their senses at the same time.

"I'm just kidding..."

"it is good."

"Laughing... what?" Ji Huai suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"I will agree to your unreasonable request." Jing Jie lowered his eyelashes and continued to sharpen his brush, "It's just time to practice."

Ji Huai secretly pinched his thigh, and when he found out that it really hurt, his joy was almost beyond words.He tried his best to restrain himself, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but rise, "Then it's settled, don't go back on your word."

"If you go back on your word, you can't do anything to me." Jingjie said, "If I don't want to paint anymore, I won't paint even if you put a knife on my neck."

"How can I be willing?" Ji Huai muttered.

"Huh?" Jing Jie didn't hear clearly.

Ji Huai said: "I can't even sharpen a pencil well, so playing with a knife in front of you is not going to be beaten."

Jing Jie smiled, "It's good that you know."

Neither of them spoke after that.

The studio was eerily quiet, except for the occasional rustling of pencils on paper.

Jing Jie was painting the plaster combination that he hadn't finished in the morning, but he kept replaying the scene where he and Ji Huai looked at each other in his mind.

That look almost made him think that Ji Huai also had some unusual feelings for him.

But how is it possible.

Impossible.

In order to further prove the zero probability of this happening, Jing Jie recalled that night when he was drunk in Xichang, when Ji Huai used him as a tree hole and told about the past, he once said that Xu Qianyu was disgusting.

Xu Qianyu was disgusted, both because of his behavior, and because he said he liked Ji Huai.

Combined with the situation at the time, the latter is most likely to be the case, and doesn't this mean that Ji Huai thinks that liking the same sex is a disgusting thing?

But... But if he really felt disgusted, why did he let the girls in the class have sex with their male and female CP?

No, taking CP is just a personal hobby. Although Ji Huai has a personality, he will not force others to suppress his preferences. Besides, those girls are secretly taking CP, and rarely mention it in front of them. It's normal for Ji Huai not to care.

but……

"The shadows aren't black enough."

Jing Jie was at war with heaven and man in his heart, and he heard Zeng Lao's voice unexpectedly, which made him tremble in fright, and the tip of the pencil poked on the paper suddenly, and it broke with a bang.

"Hey, are you scared?" Old Zeng said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I thought you knew I was around."

"No." Jing Jie changed a pencil: "I was a little distracted just now."

"Hmm." Elder Zeng only thought that he was tired, and said in relief: "In the afternoon, most of them fell asleep while painting, you can deepen the shadow yourself, and I will come to see you later. "

Jing Jie nodded.

Mr. Zeng glanced at his painting again, and then lifted Ji Huai from the stool, sat down by himself, picked up the pen and began to revise it while explaining the main points to Ji Huai.

Ji Huai listened, nodding his head and humming twice from time to time, but couldn't stop thinking about why Jing Jie was distracted.

As Jing Jie's deskmate, he knows Jing Jie's mental state best.

Let's put it this way, if you want to say when Jingjie is the most sleepy in a day, then the English class deserves to be ranked No. 1, and if you want to say when Jingjie is the most awake, it must be the time to draw .

No matter day or night, even if you have just finished English class, as long as Jing Jie gets in touch with brushes and paper, he will be 100% full of energy.

If it wasn't because of sleepiness that he lost his mind, what could it be?

something?Or someone?

Ji Huai became uneasy again.

He felt that he had been uneasy for too many times during this period, which was not like his style of painting, but he couldn't help it. This kind of uneasiness came from his heart, and he couldn't suppress it.

Those unreasonable demands made to Jingjie and the emotions that were accidentally leaked in that exchange of glances were no different from a major accident to him.He didn't even dare to imagine how far he could guess his mind with Jingjie's sensitivity.

If Jingjie found out about his ulterior motives, would he hate him?Will you not want to paint for him?Wouldn't even be willing to do it at the same table?

The more Ji Huai thought about it, the more he wanted to travel back to an hour ago and slap himself across the face.

Damn, let you owe!