Hold on tight and take a bite

Of course, I started to get in touch with Danmei comics, and it has been out of control ever since.He likes to read this kind of comics, like the plots in the comics and the emotional history with different fetters.

Suddenly, his heart was about to move, he wanted to have a comic that belonged to himself and his brother.

Of course, I put down the manga, rearranged the imagination in my mind, and fixed a picture.Then he picked up the pen, stared intently at the blank picture book on the table, and began to gently outline the picture stored in his mind on the paper.However, I didn't draw much, so of course I stopped writing, picked up the drawing book and looked at it carefully for a while.

The painting is not the feeling he imagined, he always feels that the picture is not perfect.Of course, he frowned slightly, his clear eyes stared at the drawing paper, thinking about the next stroke.

The sun is shining brightly, the greenery is abundant, the breeze blows through the window, and the silky curtains flutter slowly, bringing a little coolness.

"of course."

"elder brother?"

A phantom of a young man encircled Naturally's neck, with that warm smile like the spring breeze still on his face.He closed his eyes and whispered softly in his ear.

"Of course what's wrong? Why don't you continue to draw? Think about how we used to be together? How beautiful it was then? Maybe it will be drawn."

"Hmm...thank you for reminding me."

"Of course better, we will see you soon."

Phantom kissed Naturally's cheek, the breeze picked up again, and Phantom scattered with the wind like smoke with a smile.In the quiet classroom, it seemed as if there was only one person left.

Of course, recalling the past, my face couldn't help but start to flush and heat, and inspirations poured out continuously.

Of course, he focused on the drawing book again, raised his pen and carefully drew on the drawing paper, one stroke at a time, from shallow to deep, blending his thoughts into the painting and expressing his desire on the painting.The black lines joined one by one, outlining a clear outline, and a complete painting was finally completed.

He stopped the pen in his hand, looked at his painting, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled.

"Senior, what are you drawing?" Fang Ziyu rushed out from the side, he leaned his head over, just in time to see the painting in his hand.

Of course, he hurriedly closed the picture book, his face was flushed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.This kid saw his painting, so he probably didn't realize that he was painting himself and his brother.

"Senior, did you draw this? You...painted..." Fang Ziyu's words were delayed for a while, and he rubbed his chin to think for a while, then widened his eyes with a sudden realization, and said excitedly, "It's two A story of stickman fighting?"

"Eh...um" Of course he nodded calmly, the painting he drew was obviously a picture of him hugging his brother.

Fang Ziyu knew it wasn't a fight, because he saw that the senior of course looked at the painting and smiled happily.This was the first time he saw the smile of the senior of course, which fascinated him.

Although he just saw that Senior Naturally's expression of being nervous and holding back his cold face was cute, but he still didn't expose Senior Senior Naturally.

"Of course the senior also wants to paint?"

"Well, I didn't paint very well when I first came into contact with it." Of course, he returned to his calm and indifferent face. His eyes never left the drawing book, and others couldn't tell what he was thinking in his heart.

"Haha, it turns out that seniors are also not good at things. They can't draw, but it's nothing! I'm also very bad at drawing." Fang Ziyu sat in the front seat of course, and said with a smile on his hands.

"..." Of course, he is actually a scumbag. He has no interest in painting since he was a child. He didn't study and rarely touched painting.Painting this time was purely because of the obsession with reading comics. When he suddenly touched the pen, the inspiration for painting came to him. He had an inner thought. He wanted to get in touch with painting and express what he wanted to paint in the painting. inside.

Although the painting is not ideal, he hopes that he can continue to paint, keep copying and learning, improve his painting skills, and one day, paint the picture he really imagined.

"Senior, do you have someone you like?" Fang Ziyu asked suddenly.

"En." Of course, he affirmed without any hesitation, although there was still no other expression on his face.

The smile on Fang Ziyu's face stopped. He knew that the person was not him, and he was very envious of that person.

He immediately put away his sad mood, and he kept his face close to him, like a curious baby who kept asking questions.

"Who is so lucky to be liked by the senior? Is it a boy or a girl? Senior... Are you with the person you like...? How much do you like him?"

Fang Ziyu is really a big talker, he really didn't want to answer.

"I'm going back." Of course he didn't answer Fang Ziyu's question, he pushed Fang Ziyu's face away with one hand indifferently, got up and left.

Of course, just as I was about to walk out of the classroom, another very noisy guy blocked the door.

Lin Yijiang snatched the drawing book of course, and put on a fierce face.

"Of course, my uncle came to challenge you today, hmph, what the hell is this?"

Lin Yijiang was curious, flipping through Of course's painting book quickly, looking at Of course's paintings, laughing without shame, pointing at Of course's just painted picture mockingly.

"Pfft haha... You didn't draw this yourself, did you? What the hell is going on with the messy lines? This is the worst drawing I've ever seen!"

"Give it back to me and get the hell out of here." Of course, there were black lines all over his face.

Of course he wanted to snatch the painting book, but Lin Yijiang played cleverly, and immediately dodged Natural's killer foot, and ran back. After a while, Lin Yijiang disappeared with Natural's painting book.

In terms of endurance and physical strength, of course it is not as good as Lin Yijiang.Besides, of course I don't want to waste my energy chasing that childish ghost.

"Of course senior, your drawing book has been robbed, what should you do?"

"You can buy it again." Of course, he clenched his fists and held back his anger.The next time I see that guy again, I will definitely cut off his offspring.

Time passed quickly, and when it was time to leave school, Lin Yijiang excitedly came to find Of course, but this time it was not a challenge, but a painting book.

"Boy, let me show you what a big touch painting is, haha."

Lin Yijiang threw the drawing book to Naturally, and Naturally looked at Lin Yijiang's painting in his drawing book, it was a picture of a figure who looked like Naturally crying and begging for mercy from a figure like Lin Yijiang himself.

Of course, when he saw it, he tore off Lin Yijiang's painting without hesitation, but when he tore it off, he couldn't help but take a few more glances. The expressions and movements of the characters in the painting are very vivid, and the sense of substitution is also very strong. He could tell at a glance who the characters in Lin Yijiang's paintings were and what they were doing.

He didn't expect that this poor guy was very good at drawing, even better than some of the cartoonists he was familiar with. Thinking about drawing by himself this morning, his drawing was really terrible.

"Are you good at drawing?"

"Haha, of course! Heh, I'm not calling you." Lin Yijiang wiped his nose triumphantly.

"Teach me?" Of course he misunderstood the meaning, he hesitated for a while, his drawing skills really need someone who can draw to guide him.

"Then ask me to draw."

"Aha? I'm not the kind of person who teaches others casually, but since you're begging me, you can just make it harder for me. But I have very high requirements, you should at least..."

"Forget it." Of course, he didn't listen to Lin Yijiang's words, crumpled up the torn painting and threw it into the trash can, and left without looking back.

Of course, I regretted it immediately, and I couldn't help blurting out my own thoughts every time.He already disliked this noisy person, so if he was looking for a teacher, he could look for someone else.

"Hey, why don't you go, I can't teach you in vain, then I will make one request, one! Hey!"

Lin Yijiang finally agreed to teach painting unconditionally, although there is only one class a week.Lin Yijiang didn't know why he was willing to teach the guy he hated.

Maybe it's because I have comparable skills, even if I can't fight, then I can show off in other areas.He used to be very good at drawing too!

Lin Yijiang stood in the corridor, staring blankly at his hands.It seems that he hasn't painted for a long time, and it doesn't feel bad to paint again...

In the evening, of course, he returned to his dormitory. His dormitory was an independent single-person apartment with his own private space.In the bookcase in the room, in addition to review materials, there are also comics he likes to read.

During the rest time, the person lying on the bed was of course not sleepy yet, he remembered what Fang Ziyu said to him today.

"How much do you like him?"

How much does he like brother?He likes brother so much that he can give up everything, he just wants to be with him forever.He likes to be like a pair of sweet lovers, holding hands with brother, kissing, and doing shameful things with brother.

But he hasn't found his brother yet, he can only think about meeting and falling in love with him in his dream.

Waking up from the dream, of course I got out of the bed, messy hair, sleepy eyes, dull expression, disheveled clothes.

Of course, looking at the bright sky outside the window, he got up and took a shower to wake himself up. He ate breakfast, added a coat, put on a hat, carried a messenger bag and walked out the door.

On weekends, apart from looking for brother, there is one more thing, that is, there is a new manga published, and he is going to buy it.

Of course, when he walked near the park, a red maple leaf just fell in front of him with the wind.He looked ahead, only to realize that it was already October, and autumn had already begun, and the weather was getting cooler. The maple trees on both sides of the road were all red, and the fallen leaves were all over the ground, like a red carpet.

A man passing by was holding a little boy, and the little boy mischievously covered the man's eyes with his hands and smiled innocently.

It's really like him and his brother who were ignorant back then, I miss it so much.

Of course, he smiled lightly, and the light just turned green, and he crossed the road.He continued walking in the direction of the city center.

The little boy continued to play tricks on the man.

"Hey, guess who I am?"

"Huh? Let me think about it." The man cooperated with the child and pretended to think about it.

"Xiao Sheng, it's Xiao Sheng!"

"Hey, no."

The man's sense of direction is very poor, he can only walk forward cautiously because he can't see the way, but in fact, his path has already started to go astray.

"Okay, Xiaosheng, don't be naughty, let go, uncle can't see the way!"

"No no no!"

"Ah!" Accidentally, the man's shoulder hit a tree, and he fell to the ground with the little boy. Fortunately, he fell into the thick pile of maple leaves. The man was fine except for a little pain in his shoulder.

But now he was about to face a big problem. Although the little boy fell on the man's body, he was still frightened and immediately burst into tears.

"I hate uncle!"

"I'm sorry, Xiaosheng! Where does it hurt, uncle blow it off!" The man anxiously wiped the little boy's tears.

"No, I want to see my mother!" The little boy pushed the man away, unable to listen to anything, crying heartbreakingly, the snot and tears had long been indistinguishable.

"Okay, now uncle will take you to see mother, don't cry first, okay?"

The man comforted the little boy tenderly. After a while, the little boy finally stopped crying when he had had enough crying and was tired.

The man wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed.

Taking care of children is really tiring...