Yan Chuyang can clearly feel that Wei Qing is not normal these days.
He doesn't look at him.
Yes, whether you stared at him or talked to him these days, he never looked at him, unless at night he took the initiative to lean over to kiss him, he would respond perfunctorily, but then quickly backed away. Go back, anyway, he doesn't look him straight.
Yan Chuyang felt a little awkward, but he couldn't tell what was wrong between the two of them. It was obvious that the two of them were normal these days, and there was no quarrel, let alone a cold war.
I wanted to talk to him at first, but when the game was approaching, he was busy drawing, so he didn't take this matter to heart any more. It could be that Wei Qing was too tired from work recently, so he was in a bad mood.
As June is approaching, Yan Chuyang is getting more and more busy, with complicated school courses and painting practice, so the studio in the teaching building keeps turning around every day.
The more he got to the competition point, the more he felt that his preparation was not enough, because the school had the guidance of professional teachers, so he began to spend all day in the school art gallery instead of going home, drawing under the guidance of teachers.
Although he also wanted to go home after school and have lunch with Wei Qing, but he also understood that now is not the time to be greedy for these children's love, he has to devote all his energy to the comic exhibition competition, and all distracting thoughts except the competition abandon.
This is your chance to prove yourself.
He can't lose, can't let Wei Qing down, and can't let himself down.
The consequence of being too tense is a lot of pressure.
Yan Chuyang has lost count, how many nights he woke up from the nightmare of being eliminated in cold sweat, then turned on the light in horror, drank a glass of water after waking up, got out of bed in cold sweat and picked up the drawing board to continue practicing .
anxiety.
The teacher who instructed him told him more than once that his current emotional state was not very good, and he could clearly feel that he was anxious.
The teacher asked him to stop for a day or two, and then continue to draw with a good attitude.
But Yan Chuyang didn't want to stop, or he couldn't. Once he stopped, his anxiety would be even deeper.
The previous experience of failure was too deep, and he had a conditioned pre-match nervousness.
He will never forget that when he failed in the first competition, his mother abandoned him and remarried. The second time she failed, grandma shook her head regretfully and looked out of the window, saying that she might not be able to go back to her hometown until she died.
He has already disappointed so many people, if he fails again this time, will Wei Qing also be completely disappointed in him? Think he's useless
This inexplicable guess and expectation made Yan Chuyang breathless.
During the day, he was fine, and when he was busy, he could still maintain his calm, but at night, he was so nervous that he tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep all night.
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early morning.
Yan Chuyang swiped his mobile phone to read the explanation of painting composition, while drinking milk with his head up in a glass.
When Wei Qing came out of the bathroom, he suddenly saw the boy sticking out the red tip of his tongue and lightly licking the white marks on the corner of his mouth.
Almost instantly, the heat surged up in his lower abdomen and he had to turn around and re-enter the bathroom.
After flushing his face with cold water countless times to make sure he had recovered, the man opened the door and walked into the dining room again.
"Wei Qing?" Hearing footsteps, Yan Chuyang turned to look at him, put his phone on the table, frowned and said, "Breakfast is going to be cold, have you been taking a long time to wash up recently?"
The man hummed heavily, sat down without raising his head, lowered his eyes, spread the paper towels on the table to his lap, and started to eat breakfast with a knife and fork.
Again! Yan Chuyang sighed silently in his heart, he had been going on for several days, and he didn't even say good morning to him.
After being secretly lost for a while, the boy quickly lowered his head to eat with chopsticks. He had to go to the studio to practice with the teacher at 7:30, so he couldn't be late.
"I'm full." After swallowing a sandwich in a hurry, Yan Chuyang stood up from the chair, picked up the canvas bag at hand and said on the back: "I'm going to draw at school at noon, I won't be back , You tell Aunt Wang not to cook for me."
The man's hand holding the fork paused, then he looked up at him and said, "Why didn't you come back?"
Yan Chuyang frowned, and said solemnly: "My instructor who participated in the comic exhibition competition said that my stability is still not good, and wants me to practice more in my spare time at school."
In fact, he wanted to practice more.
"What about lunch?"
"I'll just eat whatever I want at school."
Looking at the boy's chin that had recently lost weight, Wei Qing frowned and said, "Is school lunch okay? Why do you eat for two days, and the more you eat, the thinner you become?"
Yan Chuyang said indifferently: "Of course, school meals are much richer than those at home, so just leave it alone."
After speaking, he hurriedly pulled away the chair and got up and walked out the door.
"Yan Chuyang." Wei Qing called him again.
The boy stomped his feet and turned around, with an anxious expression on his face: "What are you doing again?!"
Wei Qing stood up, walked to his side, frowned and looked at the boy's face that had obviously lost weight in recent days and said
"If this competition makes you very hard, then don't compare, isn't it just a bonus? If you want money, I will give you a salary increase. If you really want to go to some animation studio, wait until I finish this job , I will accompany you to Japan, okay?."
The boy's face sank a little bit, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed as if he had been poured with cold water.
"Tell me, how much is the comic exhibition bonus? If you need me, I will ask my assistant to transfer it to you now. Wait a few days..."
"Have you said enough?" Yan Chuyang interrupted him expressionlessly.
Seeing the boy's dejected expression, Wei Qing was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and said, "I don't mean anything, don't think too much, I just think..."
"I just think that I work hard every day for that little money, right?" Yan Chuyang raised his eyes and looked at him calmly.
"I don't."
The boy shrugged: "That means I'm sure I can't do it, so you persuade me to give up in advance, right?"
"Yan Chuyang..."