gentle fairy tale

As soon as 04:30 arrived, Yu Mian put away the pen and drawing paper: "Mr. Song, I'm leaving first."

Song Xinyao bent her lips: "Are you in such a hurry? You still haven't finished editing a little bit of your painting."

"I don't want her to wait for me, I'll go first!"

Before she could say "please eat", the girl stood up and walked out full of expectations.

Song Xinyao shook her head: "Which ta is it..."

Yu Mian went out, just in time to see Pei Songxi's car stopped by the side of the road, she ran over: "Aunt Pei! You came on time! Hey, sister Wei Yi, you are here too."

Pei Songxi sat on the co-pilot, looked at her and smiled: "Just arrived. Get in the car, let's go have a meal together."

"okay."

Yu Mian nodded, but she was so disappointed, why did Aunt Pei take the co-pilot, so that she couldn't sit beside her.

Even eating... It's not that she doesn't like elder sister Wei Yi, but they haven't eaten out for a long time, and she wants to be alone with her.

The dinner was a bit dull, Yu Mian couldn't cheer up, Pei Songxi seemed to be in a bad mood, and didn't say much.Wei Yi felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he slipped away early.

On the way home, the car windows were open, and the summer night breeze poured in, blowing away the almost gloomy atmosphere before.

Yu Mian finally got her wish and sat in the co-pilot next to her. She originally wanted to talk to her, but she was so sleepy that she closed her eyes a little bit.

Until a cold and clean voice sounded, Pei Songxi suddenly asked her: "Mianmian...you used to say you liked girls, did you like girls of the same generation, or...older ones?"

Yu Mian woke up in an instant, her heart beat faster, her heart was full of tension, and she was about to come up with an answer.But she still kept some sense, and said in a controlled tone: "I... like older ones."

Pei Songxi frowned slightly.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and her tone was gentle and restrained: "It's best not to. Don't like people who are much older than you."

Yu Mian blinked, turned her head to look at her, and asked seriously: "Why?"

"The age gap may put you in an unequal situation, life experience, knowledge, money, status... There are too many unequals, Mianmian, don't be fooled by an older woman. She... Maybe it’s just to deceive you with rich experience.”

Yu Mian listened to a bunch of things she had listed, and they were all irrelevant.She couldn't help laughing, and her tone rose briskly: "She can't lie to me."

Pei Songxi frowned, what did that person say to Mianmian, so Mianmian said such words in such a trusting and cheerful tone?

When did it start, how long has it been, and how did she observe it as well?

She turned her head, looked at the passing scenery outside the car window, tried her best to calm down her emotions, and avoided talking to Yu Mian in a too strong tone.

But... As long as she thinks about the scene she saw in the afternoon, she will be filled with displeasure, and even feel that the scene is dazzling.

She doesn't like the way Yu Mian looks up at others... Mian Mian usually looks at her like this, but now she looks at others with the same posture and expression... Just this makes her suspect that the person's motives are impure, trust.

Yu Mian saw that she didn't speak for a while, and was a little puzzled: "Aunt Pei, what's the matter?"

Pei Songxi came back to her senses and saw her clear and clean cheeks: "...it's okay."

Yu Mian couldn't wait for her next sentence, she felt relieved after being nervous, and also disappointed after her expectations were dashed.

She didn't understand why Pei Songxi suddenly asked this question tonight, and even the first reaction was nervous and worried, but now... now it seems that it is not the case.

She seemed... just wanted to ask such a simple question.

When the final exam was approaching, Yu Mian didn't draw for a long time.As soon as the exam was over, she quickly picked up the paintbrush, fearing that it would take too long and her memory and feeling would become unfamiliar.

In winter, they don't like the feeling of heating, so they seldom turn it on.

It was a bit cold at home, so Yu Mian moved the easel to the balcony to draw.

Pei Songxi leaned on the sofa and watched the news, and occasionally watched the clock ticking, feeling a little dazed.

It is said that when a person becomes an adult, time goes by double.

If it is said that the time at the age of 20 is doubled, then after the age of 30, the flow of time is like sand between fingers, and it is impossible to hold it.

In the past two years, she has especially felt this way, and she doesn't know why.

When I was young, I felt that the green clothes were thin and the years were long, but now I start to feel that the spring is short and I worry about it.

She looked down, smiled and shook her head.

What a strange mood.

Pei Songxi looked at the girl drawing on the balcony, and suddenly felt that the passage of time had a concrete experience—the seed that was once planted has now become a slender and beautiful flower.

Yu Mian is always very focused on painting. She has been like this since she was a child. Whether she is studying or painting, she always puffs her cheeks when she is serious, her eyes are focused, and she automatically blocks all noise and interference from the outside world.

The sun fell on the white lambswool coat, and the skin on her cheeks was clean and transparent, as white as snow, and there were a few bangs on her plump and round forehead, which were slightly raised, full of youthfulness, warmth and vitality.

Pei Songxi suddenly thought of going to bask in the sun.

She took off the cashmere blanket covering her knees, so as not to disturb her creation, she also made the walking sound very soft.

The glass door of the balcony was not closed either. She took a few steps forward. The winter sun shone on her cheeks, stirring up a warm heat, which was much more comfortable than indoors.

The sunlight stretched her shadow very long, and the sudden shadow covered it. Yu Mian, who was holding a brush and drawing, raised her head subconsciously. When she saw her, her expression became a little strange.She picked up a pile of drawing paper with her backhand, trying to clamp it in front of the one she was drawing, but in a hurry, she knocked down the easel.

This movement was too sudden and inexplicable, and the movement was a bit loud.

Pei Songxi was a little puzzled, and looked down at her: "What's wrong, Mianmian, did I disturb you?"

The tips of Yu Mian's ears turned red quietly: "No, no."

Pei Songxi looked at her with some doubts: "Why are you nervous? Are you afraid that I will see your paintings?"

In a sense, Yu Mian is an idealist, she has very high demands on herself, almost harsh.She always thinks that the pictures she draws are not good-looking, so she usually doesn't show them to others.Even though Pei Songxi has always said that her paintings are beautiful, she is still ashamed to show her paintings to the closest people.

Yu Mian shook her head guiltily: "No! It's just a painting, and there's no painting...it's something shameful."

If she still behaved as usual, blushing and refusing, Pei Songxi wouldn't find it strange, but it's strange that she is so abnormal today.

So she insisted in a rare way: "Since you don't mind, give me the drawing paper, and I'll take a look."

"Ah I……"

Yu Mian tightly pressed the drawing paper with both hands, and her gesture of not letting her see it was completely contradictory to what she just said, making people suspicious.

Pei Songxi's brows were slightly frowned, and he was unusually strong. He walked to her side, looked at the drawing paper she was holding tightly, and his eyes gradually moved down, but fell on the pile of scraps she had just finished drawing...

It's... a sketch of a human portrait.

The contours of the woman's cheeks are somewhat blurred. Long and thick hair with slightly curly ends falls on the naked body, just covering some... undulating places. The waist is very slender, and the lower part ...The strokes began to become messy, but they didn't take shape in the end, which seemed to indicate the messy mood of the creator.

Yu Mian's mind stopped turning when she saw that painting, she wanted to cry but had no tears... This is the time she was caught reading manga, and she made up her mind not to read it anymore.But sometimes she thinks of the pictures she has seen, always looking forward to them, and occasionally secretly draws one or two pictures for... for herself to see.

Pei Songxi frowned, his eyes fell on a line of small characters next to him, and his face became even uglier. This line of words was written in pencil, clearly in Yu Mian's handwriting, and it said 'bigger ones are easier to hold'.

What are these? !

A burst of anger burned her sanity completely, Pei Songxi hadn't been so angry for many years, she said with a sullen face, "You are going to learn still life sketching, I'm going to talk to your teacher, what does this teach you! "