This train of thought was strangely disrupted.
Liang Sunian blinked in confusion, and it took him a while to find his voice again: "Yeah, I just finished playing basketball and my body is covered in sweat. I can't stand it, I have to wash it."
Xie Jiaran said: "But it's not even half past eight now, you're here too early."
As he spoke, hot air sprayed on the side of his neck, making the itchiness even worse.
Liang Sunian scratched that place twice without feeling comfortable, then simply stood up and sat down in the empty seat next to him.
"Not early." He squinted his eyes and yawned lazily: "Anyway, there's nothing to do in the dormitory. Your side of the art building is in the shade, so you can come over here to enjoy the cool air."
It is true that the Art Building is cooler than any teaching building or dormitory.
Xie Jiaran nodded lightly, which was considered as approval.
Liang Sunian is actually not very keen on playing mobile games. If it weren't for his two adopted sons in the dormitory clamoring for him to take them with him, he would hardly open them.
After Xie Jiaran finished a part of the painting, he became distracted and saw the person next to him wasting time by flipping his phone, occasionally opening it to reply to a message.
Seems very bored.
Xie Jiaran thought about it silently, then called him, "Liang Sunian, do you want to try?"
"Hmm?" Liang Sunian looked up: "Try what?"
"Draw a strawberry." Xie Jiaran said seriously, "I promised to teach you last time. Do you still want to learn now?"
When he said he would teach, he really showed his utmost patience and drew a strawberry exactly the same as the last time, at a speed more than three times slower.
From drawing to coloring to shading, every step is explained in great detail.
“This is very simple to draw. It doesn’t require many colors and doesn’t require any skills. It’s no problem for a beginner.”
He took down the drawing paper with the strawberry on it and handed it to Liang Sunian: "Use this as a reference and follow the steps I just described. You should be able to learn it quickly."
Liang Sunian took the painting and looked at it from left to right for a while, then looked at Xie Jiaran and suddenly laughed.
Under Xie Jiaran's puzzled gaze, he pointed at his nose and said seriously: "Do you feel that I look like a child being taken to work by his parents?"
Xie Jiaran exclaimed, not understanding.
Liang Sunian said calmly, "My mother did the same when she took me to work at her company when I was a child. She was afraid that I would get bored and make trouble everywhere, so she found me a picture book from somewhere and asked me to flip through it. My hands were occupied and I would not disturb her work."
Xie Jiaran said hurriedly: "But you didn't disturb me, I wanted to teach you myself."
"Know."
Liang Sunian leaned back in his chair and smiled, the pencil skillfully turning into a shadow between his fingers: "I'm already this old, I can't still be naughty, right? I just suddenly thought of it and thought it was funny, so I told you about it."
"Keep painting, Mr. Xie. I'll study it myself and give you the results later."
What he taught Liang Sunian was really a simple and difficult way to draw a strawberry. He thought that this "while" would only take three to five minutes, ten minutes at most. However, half an hour passed and there was no movement from the person who said he would come to inspect his results.
So, I was distracted for the second time in the rare process of painting a piece of work, and turned my head to curiously glance at the drawing board of the person next to me.
"How about thanking the teacher?"
Liang Sunian stepped back and showed him the three "finished products" he had completed. He was very confident about his elementary school painting skills: "Is it a significant improvement?"
Xie Jiaran looked at the three red and green things that were mixed together over and over again. He used up his imagination but couldn't connect them with strawberries.
"You...your..."
He wanted to say something but stopped himself several times, and still couldn't make out the whole thing.
He knew that beginners needed praise to motivate them, but he was really at a loss for words.
After a while of hesitation, he decided to avoid the evaluation process and asked Liang Sunian: "Can you draw another one?"
He felt that as a temporary teacher, he needed to see the production process of these strawberry pastes.
"sure."
Liang Sunian nodded readily, and quickly drew another one for him. His strokes were neat and smooth, with skill and confidence.
"... ..."
Xie Jiaran was speechless for a long time. It was the first time he felt a critical hit from a clumsy hand.
It turns out that there are people who can express the poverty of artistic cells so vividly in just a few strokes.
Seeing that he had a complicated expression, Liang Sunian thought that he was drawing too fast and didn't let him see the process clearly, so he considerately prepared to slow down and draw another one.
As soon as he put a little red on the canvas, his wrist was grabbed and he was stopped.
Xie Jiaran couldn't stand it any longer, and corrected him seriously: "No, you can't draw the outline if you start like this."
"Really?" Liang Sunian carefully examined his finished product: "But haven't I already painted so many?"
Xie Jiaran was tired: "But among all these, is there any one that has anything to do with strawberries?"
Not related
Liang Sunian's tongue tip touched his cheek. In fact, he wanted to say that he felt his painting was pretty good, but Teacher Xie did not give him a chance. He just held his pen-holding hand and started teaching him one-on-one.
"... ... The strokes should be light and heavy, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom to show the outline. The edges of the strawberry stems should be drawn lightly, and the same goes for the strawberry seeds..."
He was like a real teacher, and he had no idea what it meant to be perfunctory when facing a half-baked person like him who had no artistic talent.
The first decent strawberry finally took shape under his hands.
Liang Su Nian compared them before and after, and thought leisurely, they are indeed different. What were those things he just drew
But compared to this, there was another thing that attracted his attention more.
"Xie Jiaran, your hands are so small." Liang Sunian picked up the pen and shook it, saying happily: "Look, you can't even hold mine, it's still a long way off."
Xie Jiaran leaned forward to maintain his balance, with his left hand still on Liang Sunian's leg. Hearing this, he lowered his head to look at their overlapping hands.
Indeed, his hands were more than a circle smaller than Liang Sunian's. No wonder it felt a little difficult to hold them just now.
Liang Sunian seemed to have discovered something interesting. He looked at it leisurely for a while, took the pen away with his left hand, and then turned his hand over to hold Xie Jiaran's hand in his palm.
He put his five fingers together, as if to show off: "Look, I can hold yours."
"You are taller than me."
Xie Jiaran did not struggle, but bent his fingers naturally. His nails were trimmed neatly and cleanly, and they looked inexplicably slender and well-behaved when wrapped in the other palm.
"Xiao Chi is shorter than you."
Liang Sunian readily blurted out this commonly avoided word when the person concerned was not present: "But his hands are the same size as mine, although his fingers are shorter."
"You should have seen him. He was my former roommate, the most... petite one among the ones I played basketball with."
"Really?" Xie Jiaran had never paid attention to this before. Liang Sunian's words woke him up. Could it be that his hands are really smaller than those of ordinary boys
After all, he is just a boy in his twenties, and he has some strange self-esteem that he doesn't want to tell others.
He wrinkled his nose in a rare childish way and was about to pull his hand away, but Liang Sunian let go of him first.
The slender fingertips stretched out his fingers, then squeezed into the palm of his hand and held them.
"But it doesn't matter."
He raised their hands and shook them, smiling: "It's just right to hold hands."
Xie Jiaran's thoughts were greatly diverted by his words. He tilted his head and stared at the two people's clasped hands. For a moment, he actually felt that what he said made a lot of sense.
I almost forgot that he's a boy, what's the point of holding hands with him
Fortunately, they were delayed by a certain painting black hole and stayed in the studio until nearly ten o'clock.
Liang Sunian was finally able to draw a decent strawberry on his own.
He put down his pen, stretched himself, took out his phone to check the time, and sighed self-awarely: "It seems that I can't draw next time. I wasted your time and inexplicably increased your workload."
"It's okay." Xie Jiaran shook his head: "You can paint if you want, there's no delay."
Seeing him put away his painting tools and prepare to wash the paint tray, Liang Sunian took the initiative to do it for him: "Let me do it. Thank you for your hard work, Teacher. Sit down and take a rest."
Xie Jiaran couldn't compete with him, so he had to stay and clean up the drawings.
By the way, I also wrapped up his first works that were "making rapid progress", tied them up with a special string, and handed them to Liang Sunian after he came back:
"Take it back as a souvenir."
Liang Sunian answered the phone and said in a very sensible way, "Teacher Xie, don't worry. After I leave this school, I will definitely not tell anyone that my painting was taught by Teacher Xie."
Xie Jiaran was silent for two seconds: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you tell me."
"Um?"
Liang Sunian raised his eyebrows and was about to ask him if he wasn't afraid of ruining his reputation, but then he heard Xie Jiaran calmly add, "No one will believe it anyway."
"... ..."
Liang Sunian blinked and couldn't help laughing.
At ten o'clock, there were fewer couples walking on the streets at night. Occasionally, one or two couples were seen walking slowly back, preparing to move to the entrance of the girls' dormitory to perform a reluctant show before a brief separation.
The two walked to the scenic lake. Liang Sunian thought of the oolong incident that happened here last time. His eyebrows curved and he deliberately spread his hands in front of Xie Jiaran: "Teacher Xie, do you want to hold my hand?"
Xie Jiaran obviously still remembered that night clearly, and resolutely put his hands behind his back and shook his head: "No, I don't want to be dragged to run 800 meters in the middle of the night again."
As he said this, he took half a step back, with rejection written all over his body from head to toe.
Seeing the way he avoided her as much as possible, Liang Sunian wanted to laugh again.
He withdrew his hand and was about to say something when he suddenly heard a rapid sound of footsteps approaching from behind.
Liang Sunian's smile suddenly disappeared. He quickly pulled Xie Jiaran over and half hugged her tightly in his arms, blocking the hand that was trying to get close to Xie Jiaran, and grabbed her wrist and twisted it hard.
A scream cut through the night sky, startling a few tired birds that had already perched on the trees, and they flapped their wings and flew around in panic.