445 a day (2)
That night, it was on the top of this mountain. He said he liked her, but he confessed it in a domineering manner, which made her wonder, and even thought it was a hallucination.
At the top of the mountain at noon, the sun is soft, radiant and warm, and even makes people feel drowsy.
"Just draw it here." He led her to an open-air stone bench, and took out the easel, drawing board, drawing paper, and already sharpened charcoal from the car.
The painting tools are all available, and all she has to do is draw on paper.
Duan Tang sat on the stone bench opposite Chu Huan and looked at her quietly, as if waiting for her to begin.
She picked up the charcoal pencil and hesitated, "It may be a little different from before. I... I haven't drawn a portrait for a long time."
"It's okay." He said flatly. As long as she can paint, that's fine!
Holding the pen, she stared at him naturally, observing the contours of his face, the distance between the eyebrows, the width of the forehead, the length of the bridge of the nose, and the length of the jaw... The beating of the heart became more and more stable. At this moment, she suddenly She felt that she was not looking at him because she wanted to paint him, but because of his beauty, she couldn't help but attract her eyes.
I didn't pay attention to how long she looked at him. It seemed to be short and long. She only knew that his pair of dark phoenix eyes were looking at her all the time, far more focused and careful than hers.
As if to remember every subtle expression on her face.
The pen in her hand finally landed on the white paper, and the lines began to fill the drawing paper, forming his outline. Then, slowly, the lines became richer and richer, forming his eyes, his eyebrows, and his Bridge of nose and lips...
Chu Huan paints slowly, seriously, and carefully, with a faint feeling in her heart. This may be the last time she paints for Duan Tang in her life.
The last time...
And does this painting mean a souvenir to him? Or maybe...
It wasn't until one and a half hours later that the painting was completed from her hands. Looking at the time, Chu Huan was startled. The time used for this painting far exceeded her expectations.
On the top of the mountain, in addition to Chu Huan and Duan Tang, there were other visitors. When Chu Huan was painting, those people just stood and watched. When Chu Huan finished painting, many people gathered around to take a look. Finished this painting.
Duan Tang is already very good. Chu Huan’s painting captures the temperament of Duan Tang Chuchen, with some coldness and arrogance, but in the depths of the phoenix eyes, there is another one. The warmth is like the rays of the sun. Although it is very little, it is extremely dazzling.
"Little girl, the painting is very good!" A mountain climbing aunt tut praised.
"Isn't it, the painting is really vivid."
"That's right, I can only draw a picture like a person who has studied fine art at first glance."
Several people commented.
"Here you are." Chu Huan took the painting from the drawing board and handed it to Duan Tang's hand.
There was still the warmth of sunshine on the drawing paper. Duan Tang took the painting and stared at himself on the drawing paper in a daze.
Is this... him? Or should I say that this is his image in her eyes? ! Indifference, arrogance and enthusiasm coexist!
"Wow, look, the young man was stunned looking at the painting."
"The feelings are really good. I think that back then, my family also learned to paint. When I drew the heads of people, I didn't draw them so carefully.
"Little girl, this young man looks good, he is also handsome, take it easy!"
Someone said to Chu Huan.
"He and I are not..." Chu Huan was about to explain, but was interrupted by Duan Tang.
"I should be the one to grasp." Duan Tang looked at Chu Huan and said frankly, "She is the person I love the most in my life."
Enviable voices were heard around, and Chu Huan's heart began to fall. Is he still unable to let go? After knowing that she can't give him any return, if he still can't let go, then he will only get hurt more and more!
Once back in the car, Chu Huan couldn't wait to say, "Duan Tang, I think we should have a good talk."
"Talk?" Jian eyebrows raised slightly, and he turned to look at her.
She took a deep breath and calmed down, "I, I will get married soon, and the person I love is Mo Ye, this will not change. I can be the person you have liked, the person you have loved. , But... can't be your favorite person." She felt that she was speaking incoherently, "Do you... understand what I mean?"
"Are you afraid of me stalking?" he asked with a sneer.
"No... I didn't mean that, I just..." She didn't even know how to express her meaning better and more completely. After a pause, she sorted out her thoughts and said again, "Duan Tang, it’s my blessing to be loved by you, but I don’t want you to be stuck in this relationship. I hope you can find A person who is worthy of your "favorite", that person, can make you laugh, can make you forget all your troubles, can make you pay your enthusiasm."
Feng's eyes lowered, and he seemed to be thinking, "Why do I draw my eyes like that?" he asked abruptly.
"What?" She didn't react at once.
"My eyes, your paintings are not cold, they seem to have endless enthusiasm." It was so different from what he imagined.
"Why is it cold? You always have temperature." And this temperature, she has felt it more than once. That is the heat flow hidden under the iceberg. Once a person can truly unravel the ice, it will definitely make him warm and warm.
"Really?" He smiled softly, his lips raised slightly, and his eyes fell on her abdomen, "Can I touch her?"
She pressed the corners of her lips, then nodded silently.
His palm, across the shirt, stroked her slightly convex abdomen. His expression is with a kind of piety, like a loyal believer facing the God he believes in.
"Chu Huan." His voice sounded like a floating cloud in the carriage, faintly, but it was like an oath, "If you can't be the person I love most in this life, then let her, Become my favorite person."
She looked at him in shock.
His lips closed together, and his eyes were full of expectation, "She is your child, so I will love her as much as I can, care for her, pet him, she will occupy the most in my world. In an important position, I can dedicate everything I have to her, as long as she is willing to accept it."