Nine forty.
Xie Jiaran put down his phone and started packing.
I spent the whole night thinking about the line drawing, and never used any paint, which saved me the most troublesome step of washing the paint palette every day.
I put away my paintbrushes and drawings, picked up the art appreciation textbook that I rarely used in my afternoon classes, and still thought about the inspiration for the last line drawing.
When he turned around, he saw Liang Sunian, who had arrived at some point and was now leisurely leaning against the classroom door waiting for him.
His thoughts were stuck, and his expression looked a little stunned: "Why are you here?"
Liang Su Nian said, "I was too full after dinner so I went out for a walk. I ended up at the Art Building without realizing it, so I came up to pick you up."
Xie Jiaran quickened his pace and walked over: "Have you been waiting for a long time? Why didn't you call me?"
"It is a great sin to disturb an artist's thinking and creation." Liang Sunian said seriously: "I am a three-good youth and cannot commit a crime."
Xie Jiaran didn't know what to say for a moment.
Liang Sunian was amused by his "speechless" expression: "I was just kidding you, I just got here a while ago, I didn't wait."
After saying that, he put away his phone and stood up straight: "Let's go back."
Xie Jiaran nodded obediently and said yes, he moved the book to his other hand and prepared to turn off the light. Liang Sunian had not taken a few steps when he suddenly remembered something, turned around, and his eyes wandered around his face for several times.
Xie Jiaran was confused by the stare: "What's wrong?" He rubbed it with the back of his finger: "Did you get some paint on it?"
Liang Su Nian pointed to a clean spot on his nose and said, "Well, there's a little bit of stain here."
Xie Jiaran wiped it blindly twice and cast a questioning look at Liang Sunian, who shook his head regretfully: "I didn't wipe it. Forget it, don't move, I'll help you."
Liang Sunian held back his laughter, bent his right index finger and rubbed his nose a few times in a very professional manner.
The honest boy Xie Jiaran believed in him completely and let him do whatever he wanted, but no one touched his nose. He couldn't help squinting his eyes when he got close to him.
So similar.
Liang Sunian lowered his eyelids and curled his eyes.
"You don't look well."
He adjusted his expression before Xie Jiaran opened his eyes, spread his hands in front of him, and asked "kindly" and seriously: "Do you want me to hold your hand when we go back?"
Sometimes some actions are really not controlled by the brain.
Just like now, Xie Jiaran clearly didn't feel uncomfortable, but when he saw Liang Sunian's open palm, his hand subconsciously rested on it before his brain could react.
His palms were gently pinched a few times, and he looked up blankly, and saw that the smile in Liang Sunian's eyes was so full that it almost overflowed, until he finally couldn't help but chuckled softly.
His hand was released, and the familiar warmth fell on the top of his head. Liang Sunian touched his head without permission again.
"Xie Jiaran, can I praise you?" Liang Sunian asked with a smile.
"... ... What?" Xie Jiaran lowered his pinched hand back to his side and unconsciously clenched it. The warm touch seemed to still linger.
Liang Sunian curled the corners of his lips and smiled: "You are cuter than a cat."
Loves cleanliness, cannot live without people, will close eyes when nose is touched, likes to have paws pinched... ...
I just wonder if when expressing love, I would be like a cat and like to hug the person and nibble on their chin
As soon as he returned to the dormitory, Liang Sunian was forcibly dragged to the canyon to save the world by Li Tang and Shen Xuehao who had been kneeling all night.
Xie Jiaran rejected their invitation to play online games, put down his things, took some clean clothes and went to the bathroom.
After washing his face, he stared at himself in the mirror for a while, and somehow imitated Liang Sunian and rubbed his nose.
No feeling.
It was completely different from when he met Liang Sunian.
His hands seemed to be hotter and gentler.
... ... never mind.
He was wondering what was useful and what was not.
After taking a shower, Li Tang was holding Liang Sunian's arm and crying "Daddy" shamelessly.
Shen Xuehao laughed at him: "You're losing face just to get points."
Li Tang made a "please" gesture: "If you have any shame, then get out of the car now."
Shen Xuehao adjusted his glasses and smiled, then turned to Liang Sunian: "Dad, keep going, keep going."
Li Tang gave him the middle finger of admiration.
Liang Sunian: "No, I can't afford to raise two sons of your age."
Xie Jiaran returned to his seat in the midst of the hustle and bustle, and several messages popped up on his phone. He thought it was Lin Shan bombarding him again, but when he opened it, he found that they were not from WeChat, but private messages on Weibo.
A fan with the ID Meizijiangjiu sent him a private message asking if she could commission a portrait for her boyfriend. She wanted to take a half-length portrait for him.
This was a Weibo account he opened specifically when he was practicing drawing Speed Travel. When he had no inspiration, he would choose to accept manuscripts and designs for practice.
Because of his delicate and unique painting style and bright and bold colors, he attracted a large number of fans and was reposted by many big Vs. He is also a well-known figure in the painting circle.
Mei Zijiangjiu likes his painting style very much and is also aware of his market price. He offers a very high price, eighteen hundred yuan for a half-length painting, and he does not rush it.
But Xie Jiaran hasn't accepted any manuscripts for a long time.
In addition, I have been overwhelmed by the competition works recently, and my first reaction was to refuse. I had already typed the words "Sorry" in the send column, but then I thought of something else and my fingertips hesitated on the send button without dropping it.
Or maybe what Lin Shan said was right. He was too devoted to his work and got into a dead end, which led to his lack of inspiration. If he drew something else to change his thinking, perhaps the situation would be much better.
It didn't take long for me to make up my mind.
I deleted the original rejection and edited a new reply:
Jia agreed: Sure, just send me your requirements for the manuscript you want.
Plum sauce wine: Ahhhhh really? ! ! !
Plum sauce wine: Great! Seeing that you haven't accepted any manuscripts for a long time, I thought there was no hope.
Plum Sauce Wine: Is eighteen hundred too low? What is your desired price? I can add more!
Jia agreed: “No need, this is fine.”
Jia Zhiran: How do you want to draw it, with text or photos
Plum Sauce Wine: Photos!
Meizijiangjiu: But my boyfriend is quite picky. He wants someone who is super handsome but still has his own characteristics. So I want a combination of the two photos, one that blends the characteristics of both people together. Is that okay
Jia agreed: Combine two people into one
This request was very novel and he had never encountered it before.
Meizijiangjiu: Yes! I want a super handsome man and my boyfriend combined! Just for the avatar and no other use!
Plum sauce wine: Mainly because my boyfriend is too concerned about his reputation. I don’t know why he is so persistent in such an inexplicable point (whispering)
Jia agreed: I can try, but I have never drawn this kind of thing before, so I can’t guarantee that I can draw it well.
Meizijiangzi: Great! ! ! ! ! You can draw whatever you want! I believe in you! I like whatever you draw!
Jia agreed: Okay, please send me the photos.
Plum sauce wine: /Picture
Plum Sauce Wine: This is my boyfriend. You may have to wait a few days for the photo of your idol because he is still choosing and hasn’t made up his mind. Is that okay
Jia agreed: OK.
In the end, because Xie Jiaran was uncertain about his first attempt, he only accepted the manuscript for half of Mei Zijiangzi's own price and paid one third as a deposit.
The two "sons" behind were still holding their mobile phones and howling passionately under the leadership of Liang's father.
Xie Jiaran felt a little headache from the noise, so he rubbed his temples and prepared to go to bed.
When I was exiting Weibo and preparing to turn off my phone, my eyes inadvertently swept to the forum app in the corner of the desktop.
His fingertips tapped the screen twice unconsciously.
I opened the forum with ease, signed in, clicked on the voting channel for the most popular post on the homepage, and cast both of my votes.
The difference in votes between Liang Sunian and the second place has widened to nearly five thousand.
It was a crushing victory without any suspense. Unless all the students in the school turned against us overnight, there would be no possibility of overtaking us.
Xie Jiaran glanced at the data, pursed his lips and silently put away his phone.
It's a strange feeling.
It seemed as if I could taste a certain satisfaction.
Liang Sunian took over and continued his efforts.
Since that day, he would go to the studio to pick him up after nine o'clock every day for the next week without exception and go back to the dormitory together.
Xie Jiaran felt that this was too much trouble for him.
Besides, he is not a child. The distance from the art building to the dormitory is only a few steps and he needs someone to pick him up every day.
Unfortunately, Liang Sunian didn't take his rejection seriously at all and continued to do as he pleased, clocking in at the studio at nine o'clock every day, which was even more punctual than attending classes.
I still can't ask why.
Anyway, the question is that he has a good appetite recently and always eats too much at dinner, so he needs to take a walk to digest the food. Picking him up is just a piece of cake and it's just on the way.
Xie Jiaran felt that this reason was a bit... a bit hard to describe.
However, he couldn't think of a more reasonable explanation, so he believed it after some hesitation.
If someone wants to take a walk late at night, can he stop him
Change your perspective and your mindset will change.
After a period of time, he actually gradually got used to this kind of life where someone picked him up every day.
Sometimes, even after he finished drawing the draft and saw that it was not yet nine o'clock, he would find something to do to delay until nine o'clock, and then wait for Liang Sui Nian to pick him up.
But today was an exception. He did not finish the painting early, but Liang Sunian's "daily studio check-in" time was advanced by more than half an hour.
"Hey, this one is beautiful. Is it a painting of sunflowers?"
A soft voice of praise fell into his ears, and someone bent down skillfully and rested his arms on the back of his chair. The action of bending over to look at the painting seemed to half-enclose him in the shadow intimately.
"Yeah, it's a sunflower field."
Xie Jiaran's brush left the paper.
Faintly catching a hint of a clean and moist smell, he subconsciously tilted his head and raised his face, sniffing carefully near Liang Sunian's jaw and neck.
"Did you shower before you came?" he asked him.
It seemed like I had changed to a new shower gel, which smelled better than the last time, but it was still faint and could only be barely smelled from this distance.
The distance was too close, and when Xie Jiaran turned his head, the tip of his nose seemed to brush against his jawline, and the warm and cool touch was mixed with a faint and strange itchy feeling.
Liang Sunian couldn't help but lower his eyes and met a pair of dark pupils, which, under the light, looked both cold and soft.
As if he was gently hit by a weak electric current, the words of praise were stuck on his lips.