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Because of the sudden heavy rain, Wei Lin and Shen Jiahe had no choice but to stay in Qingping Town, reading and playing chess, stealing half a day's leisure.

It was raining and windy outside the house, and an oil lamp was lit inside the house. The hazy yellow light filled the room, and the air became soft.

Wei Lin held the black piece and Shen Jiahe held the white piece. Looking at the situation on the chessboard, the black piece was at the end of the rope. here?"

Wei Linfu picked it up again, studied it for a while, and put the chess piece back where it was, saying, "Just put it here."

Shen Jiahe said: "No regrets?"

Wei Lin said: "I have no regrets."

Shen Jiahe picked up a chess piece, gently placed it on the chessboard, smiled, and said, "You lost again."

Wei Lin stared at the chessboard for a while before realizing how he lost. With annoyed expression on his face, he said dejectedly, "I have lost five games in a row."

Shen Jiahe smiled and said, "Let's make a deal."

"I didn't let you in at all," Wei Lin said, "It's your exquisite chess skills that I can't match."

Shen Jiahe smiled and said: "I don't dare to be subtle, it's just a little better than yours."

Wei Lin didn't know what to think, and suddenly smiled, and said, "Do you dare to compare me with others?"

Shen Jiahe asked: "What are you talking about?"

Wei Lin said: "Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, I only have a rough grasp of the first three, but the last one is the most attentive, and I am sure to beat you."

Shen Jiahe said bluntly: "Okay, since that's the case, let's compare paintings. But what are you painting?"

Wei Lin pretended to be contemplative, and said after a while, "I'll draw you, and you draw me, how about it?"

Shen Jiahe said: "Okay, I will listen to you."

So he called Xiao Er and asked for brushes, ink, paper and inkstones. Wei Lin drew first, and Shen Jiahe sat upright for him to copy.

Wei Lin was secretly delighted while drawing, feeling that he was so clever that he could come up with such a brilliant idea, and he could just stare at Shen Jiahe to his heart's content.Eyebrows that are thick and light, eyes that are as bright as cold stars, a nose that is as straight as a knife, lips that are full of vermilion, a slender and fair neck, and hair as black as ink... Wei Lin doesn't hear the sound of the wind and rain, but just looks at it greedily, Sometimes he would get absorbed in watching and forget to write, Shen Jiahe didn't urge him, just sat quietly, but he was too embarrassed to look at him, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, showing a bit of shyness for no reason, More and more viewers are distracted, emotionally active.

When Wei Lin finished his work, Shen Jiahe was already sitting stiff, his legs were so numb, as if they were not his own.Seeing that he couldn't even stand up, Wei Lin felt very sorry, hesitated for a moment, and said, "How about... let me press it for you? Maybe it will be better."

Shen Jiahe naturally refused, and said: "No need, just move it."

Wei Lin didn't say a word, squatted next to Shen Jiahe, held his ankle, raised his leg and put it on his own, and pressed it gently with his hands.The calm strength slowly penetrated into the numb muscles, very comfortable.

The rain outside the window was still dripping, and the faint aroma of food came from nowhere.

Shen Jiahe looked down at Wei Lin, the dim light cast a thin layer of shadow on his handsome face, making him look soft and hazy.In the interlacing of light and shadow, amidst the fragrance of sound and vivid colors, Shen Jiahe felt his heart beating faster little by little, beating his chest.This feeling was so strange that it made him a little panicked. He retracted his legs abruptly, lowered his head and said, "I, I'm fine, don't need to press it anymore, bring your painting here for me to see."

"Oh, good." Wei Lin got up, walked to the table, picked up his painting and showed it to Shen Jiahe, and asked nervously, "How is the painting?"

Shen Jiahe looked at it for a while, then smiled and said, "It's much better than the one on the reward order, can you give it to me?"

Feeling satisfied, Wei Lin rolled up the painting and said, "That's not possible. What I draw will naturally belong to me. You can keep what you draw later."

"It's really stingy." Shen Jiahe stood up and said, "You sit here instead."

Wei Lin went over to sit down, put on a smiling face, and said, "Draw it."

Shen Jiahe glanced at him, chuckled, and said, "You better put your smile away, it looks a little silly."

Wei Lin lowered the corners of his mouth obediently, and said, "Isn't this more handsome?"

Shen Jiahe nodded and said with a smile, "Very handsome."

Wei Lin couldn't help but raised the corners of his mouth again, and hung it down again in a hurry, the speed of changing his face was amazing.

Shen Jiahe's painting speed was much faster than Wei Lin's, and he finished it in less than half an hour.

Wei Lin leaned over to look, but saw an unknown flower stuck on the head of the person in the painting. He couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "Where did this flower come from?"

Shen Jiahe smiled but didn't answer, picked up a pen and wrote two lines of doggerel next to the portrait: Yushu facing the wind beats Pan An, and a pear blossom crushes a crabapple.

Wei Lin was so teased that he burst out laughing, and suddenly felt something was wrong with a smile. He stared at the two poems for a long while, and suddenly took out the note Yun Qingqing left for him from his sleeve. Looking up at Shen Jiahe with a look of shock, he said incoherently, "You...you...how could...Yun Qingqing?"

The author has something to say: unprecedentedly short, this is the fate of running out of manuscripts and not being able to squeeze out the time code words.But something is better than nothing, right (who, who threw the brick?

To express my apologies, I will send out another wave of red envelopes, still in the top [-].Thank you little angels for your favorites, comments and rewards, see you tomorrow.