What to do if you are allergic to your boyfriend

Chi Yan typed out a few words slowly: "No effort,"

"Excuseme"

Boss, how long have you been out of business? Look at your latest Weibo, which was three months ago. "

"You pushed so many good manuscripts, don't you mess around?"

"This time the other party's bid is quite high, [-], which can be negotiated, and it's no problem to go up to [-] or [-]."

"??? Hello? Are you still there?"

Chi Yan sharpened his pencil, his gray pupils staring at the tip of the pen.

The [-] million manuscripts are all right with him. He doesn't look at the price when accepting the manuscripts, he only looks at the quality of his eyes.If you like it, you can pick it up if you want to draw it, and if you are not interested, you will not look at it too much.

But Chi Yan hasn't encountered a manuscript that closes his eyes for a long time recently.

For about three months, he didn't come across any manuscript that satisfied him.

The other party also knew Chi Yan's temper. Seeing that Chi Yan didn't respond, he probably guessed that Chi Yan didn't want to answer.

"Forget it, don't answer it, I'm afraid of you."

"But you should at least give me a letter. A lot of people here have bombarded me, asking when you can accept the manuscript again?"

After Chi Yan finished sharpening the pencil, he tried to draw a few lines on the paper, and then tapped the keyboard leisurely:

"uncertain."

"depend on mood."

The words "the other party is typing" in the dialog box stopped suddenly, and after two seconds of silence, a series of messages came from the bombardment from the opposite side.

"elder brother!!"

"Your previous longest non-acceptance record did not exceed one month, and this time it has been three months!!"

"What kind of draft do you want to draw?"

Chi Yan tilted his head and typed:

"Draw what I want to draw."

"I'm going to do the papers, and I have to recite words and preview after I finish."

"A lot of homework,"

After finishing speaking, he exited Koukou Trumpet directly, and then tapped Yu Ke on Koukou:

"Come on, open the black."

Yu Ke's profile picture shows that he is busy, and Chi Yan is bored. He takes out the only sketchbook he brought back from his empty schoolbag, and opens it just as he was planning to draw casually to find inspiration. Suddenly, a piece of sketch paper is caught in it.

After Chi Yan returned to the classroom, he clipped Yu Jian's drawing into the sketchbook by the way,

He unfolded it, looked at the painting thoughtfully,

This painting is really familiar, I feel like I have seen it somewhere before,

Like a painting I drew?

Chi Yan shook his head, and quickly denied his thoughts, thinking that it would not be such a coincidence, he thought too much.

When he was about to carefully put away the painting, he suddenly discovered something strange about it.

He pointed out that the lines drawn by Yu Jian were not smooth, and based on this, it can be easily judged that Yu Jian is a novice.

But there is nothing wrong with Yu Jian's perspective and structural proportions.It can even be said to be perfect.

Chi Yan hissed, rubbing his chin in thought.

Why is it so contradictory?

Yu Jian yawned and looked at his watch.

Ten twenty-five.

He tidied up the books that he had completed his notes and put them aside, and stretched his wrists.

There is no difference between Chi Yan's book and the new book, it is clean, and after an afternoon, there are a lot of colorful flowers on it.

What Chi Yan said reminded Yu Jian that the doubtful and difficult points should be classified and marked by Chi Yan. It will be much easier for Chi Yan to understand and absorb.

Yu Jian specially went to buy a few marker pens of different colors to mark out the important, difficult and doubtful points. By the way, he also reviewed the knowledge points. There were many points that he had missed before, so he made up the notes for Chi Yan and picked them up again stand up.

Yu Jian took out the sketch paper and planned to practice before going to bed.

He found that when he practiced painting, his allergic symptoms seemed to be reduced a lot.

I don't know if it's my own delusion.

So now every night he takes a little time to paint, on the one hand, he wants to try the effect, and most importantly, he wants to pick up this thing that has been delayed for three years.

He sharpened his pencil slowly, his thoughts wandering a bit,

It has been more than three years since the car accident.

When the car was driving towards him, the glare of the lights was aimed at his eyes, his first subconscious reaction was to turn his body towards the ****, and he must protect his right hand.

The first reaction when he woke up was to look at his right hand.His right hand looked the same as usual, but the doctor's words gave him a death sentence.

Nerves in the right arm are compressed, causing neurological abnormalities.

There was a circle of people around, and when they saw him wake up, they repeatedly said that luckily he was fine, as long as he was fine.

But when he actually picked up the pen, he knew it was not all right, but over.

Trembling.

Trembling uncontrollably,

Halfway through the painting, the paintbrush fell off, and the left hand grasped the right hand, and straightened it vigorously, trying not to make it tremble.

Yu Jian panted heavily, and with the huge drops of sweat on her head, her right hand slowly calmed down, as if nothing had happened just now.

Yu Jian took a deep breath, and fell weakly on the sofa.Looking at the paintings all over the room, my eyes are confused.

The pair of watercolors hanging on the left wall, the girl dancing and singing under the fireworks, is my first transformation work. I made a fun picture and took it to the competition, and won the special prize.

The painting on the right wall was painted by myself two months ago.

Counting down, there are several black and white paintings, which were drawn when I was in a bad mood.

There are many, many more, those who won awards, those who drew for fun, those who drew for a long time, those who drew the day before the car accident, those who were in a good mood, and those who were in a bad mood.

They all stood there silently, without saying a word,

Yu Jian also sat on the sofa without saying a word.

He still remembers that when he first came into contact with painting, the teacher touched his head and praised him for his talent. The walls were covered with certificates of competition, and the cabinets were full of trophies.

Suddenly, a tear slipped out and landed on the sofa with a tick.

For many days in three years, he went back and forth between the hospital and the rehabilitation center, insisting on rehabilitation training.Insist on exercising, insist on exercising the muscles of his right arm every day, he has done everything he can, and he is trying very hard.

He also thought about whether God could not understand him and wanted to take away everything he had, but after he was frustrated, there was always a hint of joy hidden in his heart, a hint of anticipation, an unrelenting expectation, and picked up again and again. The paintbrush, at the end of the painful head, was sweating, and I was forced to put it down again and again.

The saddest thing is never losing hope, but falling into the abyss again after resurgence.

Just as he fell into the deepest part of the abyss, he came through.

Yu Jian still has a sense of unreality, especially when he sees his right hand.

Yu Jian felt that there was God's will in the dark, and God probably didn't want him to put down the pen in his hand.

Yu Jian withdrew her thoughts, focused on the paper, collected herself, and started to draw.

***

Yu Jian rubbed her sore arm, hissed, rubbed her eyes belatedly, and looked at the misty sky outside the window.

I was drawing and drawing yesterday, and accidentally fell asleep.

He looked at the missed call on his phone.

Called several times from an unfamiliar number, but no note was saved.

He thought about it and called back.

The phone beeped for a long time, but no one answered it, and just when Yu Jian was about to hang up, it was connected right away.

There was a noisy sound from the phone, as if at a wine table, the voices of several old men mixed together, making it very noisy.

"Hey, who is it!"

The line that Yu Jian was about to say was preempted by the other party. He thought for a while and said, "Me."

"The bastard still knows to call me!"

"You, mother, get out of here!"

Yu Jian took the phone a little further away.

He could guess who it was from the tone of his voice.

The relationship between the original owner's father and the original owner is very confusing. It doesn't look like a father and son, but like two friends who hang out together.

If his father hadn't taught the original owner to fight, and brought the original owner to drink and wander the streets, the original owner would not have become what he is today.

The description in the book is that the original owner’s father always wanted to let the original owner drop out of school to work and earn money. He felt that studying was useless, and the original owner wavered, but then he didn’t know the reason and didn’t listen to his father. His father was angry when he found out. Come on, the father and son quarreled with each other and threw wine bottles.

The other side is still scolding:

"To Lao Tzu, get back!"

Yu Jian rubbed the center of her brows and said, "I won't be going home anytime soon." After speaking, she hung up the phone before the other party could speak.

He didn't plan to have any relationship with the original owner's father. He was not the original owner. The two of them could be said to be strangers. Whether it was their relationship or life, there was nothing to talk about.

He opened Weibo.Randomly flipped through the homepage, then clicked into C's Weibo homepage, and saw the latest news, which was the same as last time.

Posted three months ago.

He turned to the comment area, and the latest comments were full of wolves and ghosts:

"Ah, brother, when will you open!"

"Please give me my rations, I'm starving to death!"

"The third month and five days since my brother was gone, I missed him."

Yu Jian smiled, Xin Dao C really seemed to have not posted his sketch on Weibo for a long time, he clicked on the comment area, and imitated the tone of a small fan and commented below: "Could it be that I haven't found something I like? Manuscript?/Love/Love"

After commenting, he forked Weibo and quit.

When Yu Jian was painting in the past, he saw some themes and requirements, and couldn’t draw the feeling at all. Either he couldn’t draw, or he couldn’t draw what he wanted. Teachers and classmates, everyone felt very satisfied, but they just couldn’t draw what they wanted. feeling, so he simply did not paint.

Therefore, for the drawing, he thinks the most important thing is to have a good eye, and it is best to see what he wants.

C hasn't shown up for so long, it may be that the three-dimensional element is busy, and he made a comment, just guessing for fun.

Just as Yu Jian put the phone on the table and was about to wash up, the phone started to vibrate. He looked at it and picked up the call:

"Hey?"

"Brother, come quickly! The arena is waiting for you!"

The arena is the name of a black Internet cafe, where Bi Fei and the original owner basically meet for black fight games every weekend.

Yu Jian hummed and took a sip of water: "No, come to my house with them after you're done, I have something for you,"

Bi Fei said something, the Internet cafe was too noisy to hear clearly, he amplified his voice and said: "What, what?! Damn, you. Mom! Hit me, hey, brother, come and help me play a few rounds first, hurry up Wait for you!"

Yu Jian heard the busy voice on the other side, rubbed her brows, finally grabbed her clothes, locked the door of the dormitory and went out.

In winter, wind disasters blow suddenly.The branches were all bent.

Yu Jian put her hands in her pockets, got on the bus with a scarf, and took a breath of air-conditioning. The air-conditioning dissipated in the air, and a little bit of air-conditioning was left on the mirror, foggy.

Yu Jian thought it was fun, breathed out at the window glass, and then stretched out his hand to paint a solid heart on the glass. Halfway through the painting, he suddenly froze and looked out the window.

A boy in a black down jacket, with a shiny stud on his right ear bone, a skateboard in his left hand, and a phone in his left hand.

The phone in Yu Jian's pocket vibrated, and he quickly picked it up and put it next to his ear.

Yu Jian gave a feed, smiled unconsciously, looked at the people outside the window and said, "Hello, Chi Yan?"

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