Lin Shan had just finished watching a movie with her boyfriend and was coming back from buying a cake when she passed by the teaching building. She noticed that the lights in the classroom were still on, so she knew that Xie Jiaran had not left yet.
I turned into the teaching building with the friendly intention of reminding him to go back and rest early and giving him a piece of cake to try, but I never expected to see such a scene.
In the corner of the classroom, two boys were sitting together in a close embrace.
One of them lowered his head with drooping eyebrows, looking obedient and serious; the other one rested her head on his shoulder and his expression could not be seen clearly, but from his strange angle, it seemed as if the latter was kissing the side of the former's neck.
As luck would have it, he happened to know both of them.
"... ..."
I, fuck...
dumbfounded.
I was just dumbfounded.
Lin Shan became a Spartan.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
The person who sat obediently in someone else's arms without fighting or struggling, is he sure that he is the same person as Xie Jiaran, a severe mysophobia patient he knows
Not pierced by the soul?
No meteorite hit your head
Aren’t they straight? ! ! !
Lin Shan looked at them stupidly, then lowered her head to look at the cake in her hand, and then looked at them again...
After a while, everyone gave thumbs up in admiration, and walked out of the door in a daze.
ox!
When Xie Jiaran finished drawing a vivid strawberry, Liang Sunian had not woken up yet.
So he put down his paintbrush, turned his head slightly, and looked at the face.
This was the first time he had seen someone from such a magical perspective, so close that he could even count each of Liang Sunian's eyelashes.
It's really an extremely superior appearance.
Even at such a close distance, there are no flaws to be found, and the facial features that appear before your eyes when magnified are still exquisite and pleasing to the eye.
His eyebrows and eyes are deep and elegant, and even though his most beautiful eyes are closed without a gap, it is still easy to make people unable to look away.
People who study art are most easily immersed in beautiful things.
Xie Jiaran carefully admired Liang Sunian from the center of his eyebrows to the corners of his eyes, from his cheeks to the sides of his lips with a pure and objective mood.
The curve from the nose bridge to the nose tip is so beautiful that it's a little too nice.
He felt a little itchy and couldn't help moving his fingertips, almost reaching out to touch it.
Fortunately, the reins of reason pulled him back in time.
The strawberry mark was almost dry. Xie Jiaran poked it tentatively and looked at the tip of his finger.
Well, no paint.
So he poked it once, twice, three times...
It was not until the hand could no longer bear his harassment and curled up its fingers that he turned his head again and met Liang Sunian's half-open eyes with difficulty.
Although it is tired and exhausted, it is still full of brilliance.
Their eyes met and Xie Jiaran was stunned for a moment.
He thought he would be asked what time it was, but Liang Sunian only opened his eyes for a few seconds and then closed them again. Then he hugged him tightly again like a spoiled child, buried his face in his shoulder and rubbed it lazily.
Being treated as a convenient pillow, Xie Jiaran's eyes fluttered rapidly twice, and the shoulder that was pressed down stiffened unnaturally again.
It's still a bit numb.
Liang Sunian paused for a moment, pulling his thoughts out of the chaos of sleep, and looked up to see Xie Jiaran looking at him with his lips pursed.
"What's wrong?" he asked with a smile. His voice was still slightly hoarse from just waking up, and it sounded unusually nice.
Xie Jiaran's earlobes felt a little numb. He resisted the urge to rub them with his hands. He looked around his face and suddenly asked, "Liang Sunian, are you mixed-blood?"
Liang Sunian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"
"Here," Xie Jiaran raised his hand and gently touched the center of his brow with his index finger, "There is a little bit of flavor that is different from that of Asians."
His body temperature was not high, at least not higher than his. Liang Sunian felt that the place where he was touched was cool and a little numb.
"Amazing! You figured this out."
He smiled and said, "I guess so. My grandmother is French, so I can barely be considered to have a quarter of French ancestry, but it's useless. The dominant gene of Asian ancestry is too strong, so it's useless to mix it with others. It's hard to tell."
"It's not useless. You can see it. It's very obvious." Xie Jiaran said seriously, "And it looks good."
It was not the first time that Liang Sunian was praised for his good looks, but it was the first time that he was praised so seriously, objectively, and without any emotion.
I have to say, it feels a little bit strange.
He thought, maybe this is the magic of the artist.
"Yeah, that's true." He also imitated his serious expression, but forgot to hide the smile in his eyes: "It seems that being praised by future great artists is still of some use."
At the end, she did not forget to thank him sincerely: "You are also very beautiful."
Xie Jiaran thought he was joking with her, so she pursed her lips and didn't respond.
"Have you finished practicing painting?" Liang Sunian changed the subject.
Xie Jiaran then nodded and said, "It's finished."
Liang Sunian: "Is it better?"
Xie Jiaran hummed softly: "Much better, let's go back, it's almost nine o'clock."
Liang Sunian only then realized that it was already dark outside.
"Okay." He put him down: "I'm going to the bathroom first, I'll meet you in the corridor later."
"good."
As soon as he left, that empty and unreachable feeling of loss appeared.
In fact, it was completely within the tolerable range, but Xie Jiaran, who had just stepped out of his comfort zone, still subconsciously frowned.
Shaking his head to try to get rid of it, he bent down and began to pack his things carefully.
There were very few things I had to bring back to the dormitory, only an unfinished sketch practice draft.
Comes with a bag of waste paper to be thrown at the collection point downstairs of the teaching building.
After turning off the lights and locking the door, Xie Jiaran turned around and saw from afar a casual figure leaning against the corner of the balcony, playing with his mobile phone with his head down.
He walked up to him with the bag and wanted to talk, but Liang Sunian had already put away his phone. He took the garbage bag from his hand and held his hand with his free hand, palms close to his.
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Xie Jiaran looked up at him.
Liang Sunian said: "Much better, but it just means it's not completely healed."
He raised their hands and shook them: "It will be difficult to help you when we return to the dormitory, so is it okay to hold hands like this?"
"Don't worry, there aren't many people on the road at this time, so you won't be seen."