'The cicada's ringing is the bell that gradually counts down outside the window. The score of the examination paper is the climbing tree and vine. Did the butterfly I drew on your palm fly away? '
'White clouds are the kites that are flying in the blue sky, youth is us running in the playground, don't worry about injury, bravely march towards our dreams. '
Unexpected occasion...
When Han Jinchu listened to this song, he suddenly got inspiration and improved the first draft.
"Xia Yichen, thank you! You are simply my'angel'!"
"..."
After Han Jinchu finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he had said something damn stupid, and quickly said: "No... No, don't get me wrong... I just... I just want to say that because of you, I feel lucky... I mean, you are with me. In his life, it seems to be a very, very important friend, brother, teacher... ”
The more she talked, the more chaotic she was, and the explanation was terribly embarrassing in the end.
"..."
He understands that besides treating him as a'boyfriend', he can be anyone who can replace her in her heart, right
"The pictures you drew, let me see."
"Don't..." Han Jinchu hurriedly hid the painting.
"You painted me, can't I see it yet?"
Han Jinchu blushed, "That... That... Then you will see..."
when
During the game
"I'm very curious about what I look like in your writing."
Han Jinchu lowered his head awkwardly and looked at the toes of his shoes.
She looked lovely, and he didn't force her to see the painting anymore, and he didn't fail to see it anyway, though, what exactly she painted him like.
But he was always patient with her.
A few days later, the 7th National Drawing Cup Newcomer Competition officially started.
This competition is invested by Di Chuancheng Group. The purpose is to tap potential newcomers. The winners will get the professional training qualifications of world-class instructors.
This painting competition is a little different from other competitions. Contestants can take their own paintings and introduce their works on stage. Everyone has ten minutes to canvass for themselves.
Han Jinchu was inexplicably nervous when he saw so many people participating in the game when he entered the stadium.
So many people? And there are too many excellent players, can she really win the prize
She never dreamed that Mo Yichen and Mo Ningmen would also come to the scene.
"Hi! Jin Chu!"
It was Molemon's voice.
"Lemon!" Han Jinchu's eyes lit up and he saw two people in the crowd at a glance.
Because they are so eye-catching, they can always cause screams wherever they go. Although they are protected by bodyguards, there are still many people rushing towards them, trying to get closer to them.
Their position is in the VIP seat of the first row. Lemon is one of the invited guests, not only because she is a young lady in the emperor's heritage, but also because despite her young age, she has won several painting competitions.
In fact, Han Jinchu glanced at Mo Yichen at a glance, but every time she saw him, she was a little unnatural.
Mo Mengming smiled and said: "I'll go to the guest seat first, Jin Chu, you have to come on! Brother, bye..." She blinked at Mo Yichen, apparently deliberately leaving time for the two of them.
Mo Yichen dragged Han Jinchu into an unmanned room. Only then did he feel a little quieter. The bodyguards guarded the outside to prevent others from breaking in.
When Han Jinchu heard the noise outside, he felt that the air in the room had become thinner, and even his breathing became a little stagnant.
Especially, she is now in the same room with Mo Yichen alone.
"Xia Yichen... I, I'm going to participate in the competition." She said stammically.
She was anxious to leave as soon as we met
"Your game number is the seventeenth. It takes at least sixteen people before it's your turn." Mo Yichen said.
"..." Does he know all this
Han Jinchu blushed and glanced at the floating maple leaves outside the window, "Yeah."
"Why do you tremble like this? Very nervous?" Mo Yichen saw Han Jinchu's hands shaking slightly with the heart of his fists.
"I'm afraid that you will betray your expectations of me." She said.
Mo Yichen grabbed her wrist and she froze for a second. He seemed to realize something, but didn't let go of her because of it. Instead, he took a paintbrush out of her other hand and spread it out. In her palm, I drew a few strokes in her palm...
What is it
She only felt that his hands were warm, which made her more nervous.
The brush stroked her palm a few times, and her palm was itchy, and there was a strange feeling in her heart.
He returned the paintbrush to her and let go of her hand by the way.
She stretched out her palms and placed them in front of her. She took a serious look and found that he had drawn in her palms... Uh... What is this? She couldn't see it after watching it for a long time.
So she asked him embarrassedly, "What is this?"
"..." Mo Yichen didn't expect such a simple few simple paintings, he painted so many people can not be recognized, can't help but the corners of his mouth twitch.
As soon as he was about to speak, she immediately made a sudden realization and said, "Ah, I can see that it is a caterpillar?"
"..."
"Isn't it?"
Mo Yichen said awkwardly, "It's after the caterpillars grow up."
What is the caterpillar when it grows up
"Big caterpillar?"
"… Butterfly!"
Isn't he a real butterfly painted
Han Jinchu was even more embarrassed. "That, I don't mean anything else! Xia Yichen, you painted very well, but my eyes are not so good. If you look closely, it really looks like a caterpillar when it grows up..."
She still feels like a caterpillar, right
Mo Yichen cleared his throat, "I just want to tell you that as long as it is a butterfly, even if it looks like a caterpillar at first, there will always be a day when it will take off."
Han Jinchu was stunned for a moment, and had to say that although his paintings were not very good, his words of encouragement were really beautiful.
"Yeah!" She nodded her head.
She will try her best to spread her wings and fly high!
"It's okay, let's go out." Mo Yichen said.
"Yeah." Han Jinchu nodded.
"Is the painting taped?"
"Um!"
"You can't say anything but say'um'?"
"what?"
"… "never mind.
Mo Yichen opened the door and walked out. Because of the bodyguards, the corridor outside had been emptied.
Han Jinchu also followed.
In fact, she wanted to say thank you to him, but he wouldn't let her say thank you to her, so she didn't know what to say anymore.
Alas, Han Jinchu, you are so stupid, why are you always so stupid when facing him...
Mo Yichen and Han Jinchu came out one after another. At the end of the corridor, Lian Xue, who also came to participate in the painting competition, ran into them...
It's Han Jinchu again! !
She also participates in the competition!
After Han Jinchu bid farewell to Mo Yichen, he went to the bathroom.
Lian Xue immediately followed—