Stunning Peerless [Network Distribution]

"Cough, cough, cough," Lin Qian picked up the water glass on the side, raised his head and took a sip of hot water, only then felt his throat feel better.

The singing session was held very late yesterday, he was really sleepy, he went to bed before his hair was dry, and when he woke up the next day, he not only had a headache, but also had a sore throat, it seems that he must have caught a cold.

The biggest disadvantage of living alone is that you are alone when you are sick.

Lin Qian seldom got sick. He always took good care of himself. He didn't dare to get sick. It wasn't because he was afraid of the pain it would bring to his body, nor because he was afraid of the loneliness of being alone, but because of the hospital with white walls. .

Lin Qian put on a thin gray coat with a hood, and planned to go out to buy some medicine.He opened the corner of the curtain, and there was drizzle in the misty sky. He turned around and took out a long-handled black umbrella with a bit of dust from the top of the cabinet, and then opened the door and went out.

He was lucky, it was just a cold.

On the way, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. He glanced at the caller ID and threw it back into his pocket. The mechanical phone ringing lasted for a long time, and finally calmed down.

Lin Qian rented a house off-campus alone. It was near the school, with convenient transportation and convenient shopping.

When we came out of the pharmacy, it was already raining heavily.Amidst the dull thunder, the rain rolled down from the umbrella like a broken bead chain, and a lot of it was blown into his neck by the wind, and the umbrella couldn't resist it at all.Lin Qian turned around and walked sideways into a bookstore next door.

There are many customers sheltering from the rain in the store, and the non-slip cardboard on the floor is full of muddy footprints.Lin Qian bypassed the crowded and noisy crowd at the door, and walked towards the rows of bookshelves that he frequented most.There are often some historical research books there, and few people read them. Lin Qian sometimes buys one to pass the time.

"Sama, it's a good thing you didn't come, the date chosen by the president is unreliable, suddenly it rained heavily, and everyone is drowned now!!" Pumpkin Xiaocheng was very angry, "My mother bought a new dress and a new hair! !880 yuan!!!”

"I'm totally broken right now!! ┬┬_┬┬sama, please comfort me!!" She was extremely wronged.

Lin Qian looked at the screen and couldn't help laughing softly.

Hearing his laughter, a young man in the corner suddenly turned his head.

The bookstore is very large, and it also sells some painting materials and calligraphy supplies. There are a lot of paints in the shopping basket at the young man's feet. Look modestly.

Black and white eyes, with a searching gaze.

Lin Qian touched the mask on his face before looking up at the young man.The first thing I saw was that ostentatious red hair, burning like a flame, which often made people ignore other things, such as his handsome and clean face that did not match it, for example, he was walking slowly towards himself now come over.

"Excuse me, have I seen you somewhere?" The dazzling red color quickly came to him.

Did I meet you somewhere?

Lin Qian shook his head at him, but he had an answer in his heart.

He had seen him, more than once.I can't remember his face, but I remember his hair.He was completely different from him. He tried his best to avoid the eyes of others, and lived like a mouse in the ground, but he was fearless, like the blazing sun in summer, even if he attracted the attention of the whole world.In the Weibo post at the top of his homepage, he raised his chin and said to the camera, "Red is red, three months is three months, I can afford to lose and play, don't compare me to those coquettish sluts~ and Don’t call me Kill Matt!!”

He is one step away.

Lin Qian closed the book and walked to the checkout counter.

"Wait!" He stopped him.

"I must have seen you somewhere!" The other party tried hard to recall, but the hide-and-seek memory made his eyes stained with confusion, yes, he couldn't remember.

"You've got the wrong person." Lin Qian's throat was hurting, and his voice was hoarse and broken.His three-dimensional voice was quite different from Shangmai's, and now that he was suffering from a cold, the other party would never be able to guess his identity. Even so, Lin Qian was still reluctant to speak more.

Only silence can keep distance.

……

On the way back to the studio, Xiao Yao finally remembered seeing that person there.

Isn't he the weird guy I met in the supermarket last time?Lin Xiang said last time that he was a pervert, so wouldn't he become a pervert who is entangled and entangled today!Thinking of the stupid way he stared at the other party just now, he wanted to slap himself.

Xiao Yao stayed in the studio for another afternoon. When it was almost seven o'clock, Lin Xiang sent a text message and asked him if he had eaten.Xiao Yao was leaning on the chair and looking at the canvas in front of him, then turned around and said, "I'm not hungry."

Xiao Yao likes classical oil paintings, he admires Ingres, Makart and Winterhalter, they use the pens in their hands to leave behind the beauty that should have been lost in the long river of time, even the nude paintings are so holy and beautiful .Paintings are different from photos. The beauties in paintings are often more pure and beautiful than the models themselves, and more touching. Creation is a process of sublimation and refinement, and it also makes people intoxicated.

Xiao Yao never doubted this.

But now he feels that true beauty cannot be painted.

No matter how beautiful the painting is, how can it match the vivid beauty in front of you?His breathing, his eyes, and his movements are all real. Xiao Yao caressed the cold paper, closed his eyes gently, and imagined that what he touched now was a real person, a person with warmth and flesh and blood. Someone who can be held in his arms.After a while, he opened his eyes again. He has always looked at those nude paintings calmly, but now he is in heat with a pile of paint. Isn't he really sick?

"Knock, knock, knock." Lin Xiang knocked on the window outside.

"Dayao, are you cultivating immortals without eating? Come out quickly!!"

Xiao Yao covered the canvas and shouted weakly to the outside, "Pay attention to your attitude towards this fairy!"

Lin Xiang waited for about 10 minutes before seeing Xiao Yao swaying out of the studio with an expression like sleepwalking.He put down the phone and said with a smile, "Immortal, you don't look very well~"

"I have eaten too much elixir!"

They chatted with each other a few more times, and the two went to eat shoulder to shoulder. There was a rice noodle shop in front of the school, and each of them ordered a large bowl. Cool.Halfway through eating, Xiao Yao remembered and asked, "It's raining today, did you pack my clothes for me?"

"Which time didn't I collect it for you?"

"Has there been many times?" Xiao Yao can't remember, anyway, he has the impression that Lin Xiang is very virtuous, because he is obsessed with cleanliness and "forced" to clean him every day. All saved.

"Will you wash my socks next time?" Xiao Yao said happily.

"Get out!" Lin Xiang raised the tissue box at hand and threw it at his face.

After dinner, Lin Xiang happened to be fine, so he sent him back to the studio.It has just rained, and there is a lot of water on the ground, which brightly reflects the campus at night. The orange lights are like a long dragon, stretching from the foot to the distance, against the vast blue-purple sky, which is extremely beautiful.

"It's so beautiful." Lin Xiang admired, took out his mobile phone to take a few pictures, and showed him.

"I like people more than scenery." Xiao Yao said casually.

It was the first time that the people around him didn't answer the words to mock him, and the corners of Lin Xiang's lips rose. At this moment, his joy and heart were hidden in the quiet night.

……

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Lin Qian woke up.

He actually fell asleep on the table.After he came back and took the medicine, he felt sleepy. He just wanted to lie down for a while, but he didn't expect to sleep for so long. He rubbed his sore arm, got up and turned on the light.

"Qianli sama, I took back the photo of the big tribute ball. Is it unexpected~ Surprised or not~≧▽≦"

Lin Qian flipped through the chat records, and during this time, Pumpkin Xiaocheng had sent him a lot of messages.

"(*/w＼*) sama, I don't care, just give me a kiss and I'll show you~~"

"Sama, why don't you speak? I've already closed my eyes!"

"Sama, I was wrong, are you angry? Then I don't want to kiss anymore."

"I'll send you the photo right now, sama, don't be angry, okay?"

"sama????"

……

"I'm here." Lin Qian replied, "Sorry, I just fell asleep."

"Sama went to bed so early, are you tired today?"

"No, it's just that I'm not feeling well." Lin Qian poured a cup of hot water and said directly, "But it's much better now."

Pumpkin Xiaocheng said worriedly, "Sama, your voice sounds so weak!"

"Maybe I just woke up and didn't have time to eat." Lin Qian smiled, "By the way, didn't you want to show me the photo of the tribute ball?"

"Yeah!!!!"

Pumpkin Xiaocheng excitedly sent a long list of pictures, "Sama, take a look, there is a prize quiz, guess which one is Gongwanda, it's a real person!!!"

Lin Qian swiped the screen, scrolling down one by one.

They were all photos of today's party. There were a lot of people who went there. Lin Qian looked at the lively atmosphere in the photos, and suddenly he felt lost. Not to be a coward, but... the world was not to be trusted for him.

He was silent for too long, and Pumpkin Xiaocheng asked impatiently, "Sama, did you guess it?"

Lin Qian chose one of the teenagers in a white T-shirt. He looked absolutely no older than 20 years old, and he was absolutely delicate and cute.

He took a screenshot and said, "Is this it?"

"wrong!"

Lin Qian guessed a few more times, and he chose younger boys who looked more lively, just like the impression that mushroom tribute balls usually gave him, Lin Qian pointed to a young man in a striped shirt, " it is this?"

"No, sama, I'm shrinking from you, Gong Wanda is a bit aggressive in real life!!"

Lin Qian was stunned for a moment, and then asked a very idiotic question: "How aggressive is it?"

Pumpkin Xiaocheng described it to him earnestly, "Well, to put it in an easy-to-understand way, it looks like it can cover three little faces in one breath and the golden gun can't fall down the kind that sings every night."

Lin Qian: "..." That can be said to be quite offensive.

In the end, Pumpkin Xiaocheng circled the real mushroom tribute balls to show him, and wailed in pain: "Sama, it's completely different from what I imagined, it's so cute!!!"

He is an elite-looking young man, about 30 years old, tall, with a wheat complexion that has been exercising regularly in the rolled-up sleeves, the man's brows are full of heroism, and the slight stubble adds to his mature charm, which is a kind of masculine aesthetics. handsome.

It reminds me of the shiitake mushroom tribute balls that I like to act coquettishly in the group on weekdays...

This gap.

Lin Qian's head started to hurt again. Hey, who told him last time that his waist is soft and supports many postures?