Temporary cohabitation

Those comics have been kept in his hands. In the past, he didn't pay much attention to reading them with Cheng Shi. On the contrary, when he saw things and thought about people alone later, he read them over and over again, and found it interesting.

It's also a job of storytelling. He can't draw, so he changed to text as a carrier. Cheng Shi never said that he wants to be a cartoonist in the future.At that time, they hadn't had time to discuss those, and they only hoped that they could be admitted to the university of their choice.

Having said that, they got up together and went to the study to read comics. Sitting on the floor so close, Cheng Shi could smell the aroma of the bottom of the butter pan on his body.

I am still in the mood to eat hot pot, and it seems that I am not too unhappy.

"What type of story are you drawing?" Ren Mingyao picked up the comics in the box. Back then, most of them were hot-blooded youth adventure stories such as One Piece Hokage and Giants, which were very popular among boys in the second period.

Looking at Cheng Shi now, he always felt that it was no different from that in high school.I have been a social animal for several years and my face is numb, but Cheng Shi still looks like he is still stuck in the year they parted, maybe because there is no reminder from Party A, and because he is drawing hot-blooded comics.

On a certain level, it is indeed quite "hot-blooded".

With the experience of being caught watching an adult action movie last time, Cheng Shi would not tell him the truth even if he was beaten to death, "It's just... a normal story, very clichéd, and not many people watch it."

Ren Mingyao also encountered one or two small screenwriters who had just graduated and wrote their own stories and were embarrassed to show them to others, but they were all just at the beginning, and gradually they were beaten so that their hearts were calm.

You can’t be thin-skinned in his line of work. From production to release, the written script will be chewed and commented by countless people. Those who know how to do it and those who don’t know how to do it will point fingers and make comments. The finished product is often quite different from the first draft.

An independent cartoonist like Cheng Shi will not have this kind of trouble. The stories he writes are completely conceived and presented by himself. Each storyboard follows his own story aesthetics, so it should be able to reflect personal interests.

Ren Mingyao was rather curious, but Cheng Shi never drew in front of him, "My desk is so wide that it can accommodate two computers. We can work together."

Cheng Shi immediately put down the manga in his hand: "I'm afraid I'll disturb you."

"What's bothering you? Didn't you do your homework together before?"

Ren Mingyao said seriously, "Our industries are very similar, so it's good to talk more about it. You can read my script. Can I read your comics?"

"..."

"Ok."

When he is unwilling and embarrassed to refuse, he will be silent.

Ren Mingyao said, "You can still read my script."

Cheng Shi hummed vaguely, and continued to flip through the comics, absent-mindedly.

There is a feeling of discussing copying homework - even if I don't let me see yours, I will show you mine.The generous tone made it even more obvious that he was hiding it.

But he is just drawing something that is not on the table, something that needs to be hidden.He knows what he looks like in the eyes of others, but the content in his pen is those... people will definitely look at him with strange eyes.

He had already agreed with Ren Mingyao when to move out. If he confessed, he would have some abnormal thoughts in the three-dimensional world if he was misunderstood. He would feel guilty if he moved out early, and everyone would feel uncomfortable if he stayed and continued to live.

He shouldn't have been here in the first place.

Cheng Shi looked at the manga in his hand, and the passionate scenes turned into silent sarcasm.

What started as a careless approach has now turned into a dilemma of self-torture.

"I'm going to visit the crew in the second half of the month." Ren Mingyao asked, "Is there anything you want? They said that there are many specialties in Haicheng, and they will bring them back to you when the time comes."

"No need." Cheng Shi shook his head, "I can't think of anything I need."

"Then think about it slowly, and just let me know when you think of it." Ren Mingyao said, "I can be lazy when I'm not at home, and I don't have to mop the floor and do laundry every day. The salary will still be paid."

"It's not troublesome... There are robot vacuums and washing machines." Cheng Shi paused and asked, "Are you going for a long time?"

"Depending on the situation, about a week or two."

Ren Mingyao got up to get his cell phone, and told him the assistant's contact information, "This is Lele's WeChat, she will go on a business trip with me, if I can't get in touch with me on the set, I will call her."

"Got it." Cheng Shi applied for a friend and was approved within a few seconds.Jiang Lele sent a puppy emoji to say hello, very cute.

His fingers hovered over the screen, looking into Ren Mingyao's eyes: "...what's wrong?"

"I want to see what emoticons you post." Ren Mingyao said honestly.

"..."

Why are you so free?

Cheng Zhi wanted to laugh a little.He also saved two of this series of puppy hook expression packs, so he found a different one from the photo album and sent them as a greeting.

Jiang Lele replied quickly.

【Mr. Cheng Shi is good~】

When surfing the Internet, he was used to seeing "multiply ten" and "x10". It was the first time Cheng Shi saw his real name being given such a title, and he immediately looked up at Ren Mingyao.

"I told her that you are a cartoonist." Ren Mingyao replied honestly.

"How can I be a cartoonist... I'm just a cartoonist!"

He doesn't think it's okay to be called "teacher" or even "wife" on the Internet, and just listen to it as if everyone is teasing.But once I put it in reality, I only have the fear of "I don't deserve it".

【No need, just call me Cheng Shi】

Even though he knew that the other party should just be polite, Cheng Shi still felt warm in his ears, afraid that she would ask "what are your works?" and would lift his vest, so he quickly output an emoji, wanting to end the exchange politely.

I didn't expect Jiang Lele to be very interested. The last time I stopped by to get glasses together, I can see that she has a lively personality, and the online chat is even more self-indulgent.

【Teacher Cheng Shi, don’t be modest~】

[I didn't have time to ask before, but I'm actually super curious about how you and Mr. Ren met]

【He is not even willing to let us into his house, it must be a good relationship if you can live together】

[How is Teacher Ren at home?Everyone is very curious, hey, guess he might have some unknown hobby when he was creating, just like that one, he must be completely naked or he can't write anything? 】

"..."

Cheng Shi was at a loss while holding the phone, his mind couldn't stop spinning.

He hadn't seen Ren Mingyao's creation with his own eyes, but he said just now that he could work together... He shouldn't have that habit of someone.

The more he thought "No way, no way", the stronger the sense of picture in his mind became, and several indescribable compositions flew over in an instant, and there was a big problem with Ren Mingyao's face.

Help.

Seeing that he didn't know how to respond, Ren Mingyao coldly stretched out a finger, pressed the screen, and sent a voice message to end the conversation.

"Are you sure you want to ask this in front of me?"

【………………】

【[Emoji package]】

[Teacher Ren rest early!Teacher Cheng Zhi will talk next time!I'm going to bed first. Good night everyone! 】

Cheng Shi was still flying small indescribable pictures in his mind, with a dazed expression, as if his soul had come out of his body.

Ren Mingyao pursed his lips, bent his knuckles as if to knock his forehead, stopped before touching him, and successfully recalled his wandering soul from a distance of one centimeter.

He let out a conditioned reaction, obviously he hadn't touched it yet, but he seemed to have felt the pain in advance, and he sat upright when he realized it, as if he insisted on waiting for that blow to hit him.One didn't really play the bullet, and the other didn't hide. They looked at each other for several seconds like a still picture.

It's still the same, even if you don't know how to hide, you look even more stupid.Ren Mingyao really wanted to see how long he could stay in a daze, but he couldn't bear it. After all, he changed his finger, and the cool fingertip lightly touched the center of his brow, and he was about to leave, "Go to sleep. Before Cheng Xiaojun Awake."

He still looked at Ren Mingyao without moving, rarely avoiding his gaze, but it seemed that he was looking into another year through his dark eyes.

This habitual action runs through his entire middle school memory, starting from the first side.

In the pattering rain, he stood up wetly, wearing Ren Mingyao's coat, not knowing whether to thank him or return it directly.

The young man who was about to walk back to the court seemed to have sensed it. He turned his head to see that he was still standing still in the rain, stretched out his arm from a step away, poked his cold fingertips on his forehead, and said in disgust, "Why do you Still not going back to the classroom?"

Later he asked Ren Mingyao what he thought at the time, and he was "stupid, as if he had never been cared about by anyone".

He retorted with a flimsy joke.

Later, he and Ren Mingyao became inseparable. The bus home from school had only three stops, and they would take the same bus.He will stay in the classroom for an extra half an hour for self-study, and then go home together after Ren Mingyao finishes playing.

He always waits ahead.Ren Mingyao would always walk towards him at the stadium or the bus stop in front of the school.Following the usual movement, the coolness of the fingertips touched the forehead, conveying the embarrassing concern on behalf of the boy.He was never willing to escape.

Since you cared so much, why did you turn around and leave?

"Squad leader."

He blurted out, "Do you remember where we last met?"

Ren Mingyao was about to ask him what time he would get up tomorrow morning, but he was startled when he heard this, and replied without thinking, "The bus stop at the school gate."

He said that he didn't want to mention the past, but he mentioned this without warning.Ren Mingyao felt that it should be a very important matter, he went through it in his heart, and followed up cautiously, "Is it?"

The memory is too long, and there will be confusion.But the scene that day was fairly clear.

He remembered that it was the day when he got his grades. When he arrived at school on the last day of the year, everyone was relieved when he walked out of the school gate. Cheng Shi also spoke lightly because of his ideal grades.

"Actually, it doesn't matter where you go to university or anything, as long as you can leave Maohua. In the future life, I want to make my own decisions."

He remembered what Cheng Shi said, and his expression was the same as usual.

He remembered that the snow on the treetops next to the bus station hadn't melted, and he remembered that when school was over early that day, the rare seats on the No. 210 bus were abundant.I remember when I got out of the car, Cheng Shi sat in the window seat, smiled and waved to him through the glass, saying "see you at the beginning of school".

He didn't know that it was Cheng Shi's last day to go to school.For some reason, Cheng Shi never started school again in his life.

"right."

Cheng Shi murmured, then suddenly raised his head and smiled, "I see."

At the end of the dark alley, the young man cast his gaze indifferently, and the leaving figure flashed past his eyes.

He put the manga on hand back into the box, carefully covered it and put it back in the drawer.

"I'm going to bed first, see you tomorrow."

The author has something to say:

Here come my babies!

I turned myself in and was dragged out by my sisters to play, yes I am a woman who cannot withstand temptation

It's okay to write another one, it's okay, it's not a big problem, I can do it!

It will be too late, everyone, wake up tomorrow morning and watch it again

Goodnight everybody

mua!