Good brother, your design is broken

After sending an "um", Ling Lang sat in front of the easel and stared at the phone screen for a long time, until the screen dimmed and went out, and there was no new reply.

He seems to be doing this a lot lately.He blocked all the roads around him, but hid in the opaque darkness, vaguely expecting someone to take the initiative to find him, like a vexatious child.

How can someone who is so inexplicable like him be willing to talk to him when he is full?

Ling Lang turned the phone with a black screen upside down on the table.

It was still raining outside the window, the street lamps were wet by the rain curtain and became very dark, and the world was gray.

After painting for more than two hours, Ling Lang felt a little hungry, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten dinner.

I have to say that habit is a terrible and irresistible thing.

During this time, he ate three meals a day with Chi Yang.When Chi Yang wasn't around him to urge him, his rhythm of life began to become chaotic.

Ling Lang opened the takeaway platform and ordered a few fried dishes casually. While waiting for the takeaway, he continued to finish his painting.

The picture shows a tall and handsome boy.

The boy was sitting in the classroom, propping his chin with one hand, and the corners of his slightly raised lips seemed to gather the spring light from all over the world.

When painting, Ling Lang gave priority to painting the eyes.

He stared at the eyes slowly becoming vivid under his pen, staring intently.

The soft gray-green gaze seemed to penetrate the paper and reach directly into his eyes, like the sun, mottled and dotted with stars, making his surroundings brighter little by little.

Riding these lively little sequins, he threw himself into a soft wind, and he flew higher and higher, feeling more comfortable than ever.It turns out that not only the dark and quiet night can give people peace...

When his thoughts circled freely for a long time and flew back again, he decided to name this painting "Flying Light".

Half an hour later, the phone vibrated again.

Ling Lang thought it was a takeaway delivery, but when he picked it up, it turned out to be another message from Chi Yang.

Chi Yang: What are you doing?

Ling Lang: Painting.

Chi Yang: Excuse the little painter for a few minutes, come out and get takeaway.

Ling Lang was taken aback for a moment, and after recollecting it, he immediately dropped his pen and ran to the door, and opened it forcefully.

The smiling person outside the door, who else could it be if not Chi Yang?

Ling Lang looked down again, and the takeaway he ordered actually arrived in Chi Yang's hand.

The person who was chatting with him on WeChat just now was standing in front of him.

Ling Lang was a little confused: "Why are you here?"

"It's because I'm afraid that you won't be able to eat well by yourself. Sure enough, it's so late."

Chi Yang pretended to scold, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the dazed person in front of him - the three-second door opening speed, the murmured tone, and the unbelievable look in his eyes.

The little wolf cub was obviously pleasantly surprised by his appearance, but blocked him at the door as if under a holding spell, and didn't know to let him in first.

What a silly little wolf.

Chi Yang stuffed the food into Little Silly Wolf's hands, forced his way through the door, and changed into slippers with ease.

Ling Lang turned half a circle like a robot, stood behind Chi Yang and asked in disbelief, "You came so far just for this?"

"The main reason is that I ate too much. I went out for a walk to digest food. If I didn't pay attention, I walked to you." Chi Yang turned his head and made a waist stretching motion. He found that the little wolf cub was getting more and more difficult to fool around.

Ling Lang crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Nanshan is [-] kilometers away from the school. Is there really someone who walks so far?

It seems that someone is really full.

After Chi Yang entered, he saw an easel in the center of the living room.After such a long time together day and night, he has accepted the fact that Ling Lang "inherited" Ling Jin's painting skills, but he has never seen Ling Lang complete a painting so formally.

He walked over curiously, and caught sight of himself on the easel, but before he could take another look, the painting was severely covered by a black cloth.

Chi Yang hooked the corners of his lips: "Don't be so mean, just take a look."

"No."

After Ling Lang finished speaking, he moved the drawing board to the bedroom. The movement was quick, as if some unspeakable secret had been dug out and he was eager to cover it up.

"Anyway, it's not the first time you've drawn me."

Chi Yang followed Ling Lang into the bedroom, but Ling Lang turned around and came out face to face.

He stood outside the door, looking at the back of the man arranging the painting utensils in the corner.

Today's little wolf cub is a bit fierce.

But cute.

When Ling Lang was eating, his face was still sullen, his back was bent into a wary arc, his expression was cold and indifferent, except that the pink ear tips didn't fit well, which disturbed the overall balance of Cool Brother's image.

Chi Yang propped his chin with one hand, looked at those ears for a long time, from light red to crimson, and in the next second, met Ling Lang's suddenly raised eyes.

Ling Lang stared at him without saying a word, like a beast confronting after being teased, but his eyes were like soft hooks, harmless.

Chi Yang said slowly: "Is it true that you can't see that painting?"

"I haven't finished painting yet." Ling Lang looked away from each other, lowered his head, chewed a few mouthfuls of food, and swallowed carelessly, "When did you become so curious?"

Chi Yang didn't speak, just sighed.

Ling Lang could hear the slight sense of loss immediately.

His heart tightened, and he raised his head again almost in a panic. He was about to say something, but before he could open his mouth, he saw the "lost" person in front of him bend his eyebrows and raise his lips.

"Okay, then I'll wait until you finish drawing, but my endurance is limited."

Chi Yang's tone was still gentle and full of smiles as usual, but somehow it was more assertive and domineering.

Where is the half lost?

Ling Lang was in a slightly complicated mood, speechless, and decided that it would be better to eat quietly.

The takeaway was a bit spicy, and the redness on Ling Lang's ears had just subsided, and his lips were flushed red hotly.At the end of the meal, there was still some orange-yellow chili oil on the corner of the mouth.

He subconsciously stretched out his tongue to lick it, and suddenly bumped into something rough and warm. He was startled, and suddenly withdrew his tongue.

What pressed against his lips was Chi Yang's fingertips holding a tissue, and there was still a trace of water stains on it.

He stared blankly at that finger, his brain was buzzing, like a schoolboy who did something wrong, he forgot even the simplest apology.

Chi Yang didn't say anything, and continued to wipe off the chili oil for him.

The tissue scratched a series of itches on the sensitive lips, like a cluster of flames, uncontrollably igniting a long-buried lead wire, and in an instant, Ling Lang could no longer ignore the strange changes in his body——

Probably from the first day Chi Yang appeared, his whole body seemed to be embedded with something, whether it was still or moving, it was affected.And that heart that was originally cold and clumsy turned into a frightened bird at some point, always being affected back and forth by everything related to Chi Yang.

It was a pervasive feeling of running-in, but it wasn't unpleasant.

"Takeaways are full of oil and salt. Eating them is not good for your health, and it's not hygienic."

Chi Yang's voice suddenly floated from a distant place, and became real in an instant.

Ling Lang snapped back to his senses, and Chi Yang's gentle smile was just around the corner, so rich that it was dazzling.

The paper towel that wiped his mouth was already rolled up and thrown into the garbage building.

Ling Lang stood up and cleared his throat: "The cafeteria is closed today."

"Xiao Lang." Chi Yang looked up at Ling Lang, and said for a while, "Come home with me later, it's pretty fast to take a taxi to Nanshan."

Hearing the word "Nanshan", Ling Lang paused his hands clearing the table, and said a word expressionlessly: "No."

Chi Yang continued to persuade: "It's such a long vacation, how boring it is to be alone in a small apartment, don't worry, that annoying guy of my cousin is not here, or are you unwilling to stay with the elders?"

"It's because I don't want to go to Nanshan. It has nothing to do with your cousin or uncles and aunts." Ling Lang turned around and walked towards the door with the garbage, "It's fine to be alone, not boring."

Looking at Ling Lang's suddenly gloomy back, Chi Yang remembered what his uncle and aunt said at the dinner table today.

In fact, he could also guess what that place in Nanshan meant to Ling Lang, and it was not an exaggeration for Ling Lang to reject it.

Just as Ling Lang finished taking out the trash, Chi Yang's cell phone rang.

"My aunt's call, I'll answer it." Chi Yang said as he walked to the balcony to answer the phone.

Ling Lang let out an "oh".

When he was eating just now, he was still thinking about what to do with Chi Yang, and he didn't think about it until after the meal.

Ever since Chi Yang suddenly returned to China and appeared in his life without warning, he and Chi Yang would see each other almost every day, but they didn't seem to have anything else to do when they stayed together except study.

In essence, he is still a boring person.

Chi Yang must have felt it too, but he couldn't say it directly, so he invited him to be a guest at home again and again.

Ling Lang glanced at the time, it turned out that it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Chi Yang's aunt should have called to urge Chi Yang to go home.

It seemed that he didn't need to rack his brains about how to spend the rest of the time.