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When he opened his eyes, what he saw was a completely unfamiliar environment, a simple hut, a stiff bed board, and billowing heat. Only the familiar body temperature and smell told him that Xu Qinglu was still by his side, so he raised his arm to wipe it off. Sweating, and then Yan Yan said 'ah', several red bumps appeared on his arms, swelled by sweat, it hurt and itched.

Xu Qinglu was startled by Yan Yan's yell. After looking around in a daze, he grabbed the black-rimmed glasses on the table, then grabbed Yan Yan's arm and looked at the big bag. There were still blisters on it, and Xu Qinglu seriously thought about whether it was bitten by insects.

"Don't study it now, are you okay?" Yan Yan didn't forget what happened last night, on the contrary, he remembered very clearly, how he pressed Xu Qinglu under his body, and then said that he was uncomfortable there, Then it went smoothly.

"Me?" Xu Qinglu took out a tube of ointment from Yan Yan's things, applied it on Yan Yan's arm, rubbed gently to let the medicine soak into the skin, Yan Yan couldn't help hissing, wanting to put it on Withdrawing his arm, but holding back in the end, Xu Qinglu looked at Yan Yan's expression now, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "I'm fine, you were quite gentle last night."

"Then, I'm going to sleep, have you cleaned up yet?" Yan Yan continued to ask, he was a little afraid of doing such a thing, and whenever he thought of doing it, he remembered the scene where Xu Qinglu was bleeding that day.

Xu Qinglu nodded and said, "Well, I've cleaned it up, so I don't feel uncomfortable now, but it's you, why is your arm like this?"

At this time, Yan Yan turned his attention back to his arm, thought for a while, and said, "Maybe I was bitten by something, or maybe there is something on the bed that I am not used to. Allergic skin is so tossing, I don't know what I get pimples all over my body."

"Let's go to the hospital." Xu Qinglu put down his arm after rubbing the medicine, and reached out to hook the clothes beside him. "It won't take long, so I don't worry."

"Okay." Yan Yan nodded in agreement, and then began to wear the clothes that he casually threw aside yesterday. The white clothes looked really dirty, but who told him not to bring a change of clothes, he had to wear them Well, just hold on until you get home and change it.

In the early morning, the weather had cleared up, and the vast fog had dissipated. Xu Qinglu and Yan Yan went down the mountain immediately, and they didn't bother to go down the mountain on foot. Let alone Yan Yan had some bumps on his body. Come on, Xu Qinglu's body can't bear such high-intensity actions.

Sitting on the bus and looking at the mountains outside the window, last night the vast mist made the whole mountain moist, dewdrops rolled on the emerald green leaves, the dust was washed down, it looked cleaner than yesterday.Yan Yan wanted to grab the bag on his arm from time to time, and sometimes he scratched it subconsciously. Xu Qinglu had no choice but to hold his hand to prevent his hand from being free to grab it.

After going down the mountain, Xu Qinglu immediately drove to the hospital without even returning home. The doctor in the dermatology department was a very steady-looking female doctor. She asked Yan Yan to roll up her sleeves to reveal the pimple. After looking at it, the doctor said It was bitten by a bug, and then because of Yan Yan's allergies, a string grew directly, and the surrounding area may grow even longer.

In the end, the doctor gave Yan Yan some medicine and asked him to rub it on the skin three times a day, and then some oral medicine. After two days of taking it, the situation may improve and the pimples on his body will disappear. The two thanked him and went back to the hospital. Xu Qinglu breathed a sigh of relief in the car. Fortunately, nothing happened. If something went wrong because of staying on the mountain for one night, Xu Qinglu would blame himself very much.

The first thing to do after falling home is to take a shower and change clothes, throwing the dirty white clothes into the basket, Yan Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and then cleaned the dust on his body from climbing the mountain.Feeling refreshed after a while, Yan Yan raised his arm to look at the pimple on his arm, because it was soaked in warm water, the pimple looked red and swollen, but the blister at the top was much bigger, it looked really scary.

It would be painful to pierce these blisters, Yan Yan thought to himself, but he would not be so stupid as to break these things, who knows if the water inside will cause lumps wherever it flows, Yan Yan has no doubt It will be even more uncomfortable if you poke it.Xu Qinglu went in after he came out of the shower. While Xu Qinglu was taking a bath, Yan Yan picked up the medicine prescribed by the doctor and looked at the instructions.

When he finally finished researching what those medicines were, Xu Qinglu had already come out, because Xu Qinglu had taken a bath last night, so he didn't wash for a long time today, that is, he just took a shower and changed his clothes. Seeing Yan Yan playing with the medicine, Xu Qinglu went over to take out the medicine, then opened the bottle, dipped some medicine on a cotton swab and began to apply it to Yan Yan.

The blisters on Yan Yan's pimples are getting bigger and bigger, and they have no doubt that they will soon become a pimple-sized bubble. Seeing Xu Qinglu's worried eyes, Yan Yan said with a smile: "Don't worry, I was born like this Personality, I have been like this a few times, and it will be fine soon after applying the medicine."

Sure enough, just as they expected, Yan Yan's arms had already become full of blisters at night, and each of them was very swelled, but the itchy feeling was already numb.It is the worst thing to control when you fall asleep at night, because maybe Yan Yan will feel uncomfortable and scratched. The doctor specially told them not to scratch, otherwise it may leave scars.

Yan Yan didn't sleep well, and Xu Qinglu didn't sleep well either. From time to time, he felt that Yan Yan would scratch, so he got up again and again to check the situation. The next day, both of them had dark circles under their eyes.However, after one night, the blister seemed to have shrunk, indicating that the medicine I bought was still very effective.

The past two days may also be due to the medicines he took. Yan Yan always felt very tired and tired, and couldn’t get up to do anything, so he didn’t use the computer for two days. Fans asked Yan Yan on Weibo why he didn’t Posted a blog, but did not get any response, until Xu Qinglu posted a Weibo.

Lawyer: Don't worry about your male god, he has allergies, and the medicine he takes has a sleeping effect, so he has been in a drowsy sleep for the past two days, and he will play with you when the allergies are cured.

Everyone worried about Yan Yan's health and wished him a speedy recovery, and then they dispersed. Allergies are not a big problem.

On the third day, the blisters on Yan Yan's arms shrank completely, and Yan Yan didn't feel the itching anymore. After asking the doctor, Yan Yan stopped taking medicine, so he recovered his former spirit, Ma Liu When he returned to Weibo, he first teased his fans to let everyone know that he was fine and came back.

The holiday has long passed, and Xu Qinglu has already returned to work. That night, after the two of them had dinner, Xu Qinglu sat on the sofa and watched TV, while Yan Yan dozed off on his lap. It's not bad to continue, when suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Yan Yan was taken aback, sat up, looked at Xu Qinglu and then opened the door, the person outside the door looked elegant, wearing a pair of glasses and a warm yellow T-shirt, Yan Yan's eyes were slightly dilated, Said: "Dad? Why are you here?"

When Xu Qinglu heard Yan Yan's name, he almost fell off the sofa in fright. After three seconds, he calmed down, then stood up and walked over. Father Yan, whose stage name is Deng Huo and whose real name is Yan Xu, looked at Xu Qinglu and said, "This is Your roommate? A nice guy."

Shaking his head, Yan Yan led his father in, and brought him a glass of water. Xu Qinglu greeted him politely, and the other party responded with a smile. It didn't look like the unsmiling personality in the rumors.

"Speaking of which, son, do you know where your mother is? We agreed to come back together today, but I haven't waited for your mother for a whole day." Father Yan asked after taking a sip of water, "Your mother won't let you go." Am I a pigeon?"

"Oh my dad." Yan Yan patted the sofa with a smile, "My mother came here a long time ago, you got the time wrong again, don't you even look at the calendar?"

"Really?" Yan's father took out his phone with a puzzled look, and nodded at the date on it, "I made a mistake, but it doesn't matter, anyway, you and your mother are used to it, so if there is no delay good."

Looking at the natural expression on Yan's father's face, Yan Yan shook his head amusedly. His father's problem of not being able to tell the date really can't be changed, "Have you eaten yet? Are you hungry?"

"Hungry." Papa Yan quickly replied, "I want noodles, the kind with meat sauce."

"Okay, okay." Yan Yan responded and went to the kitchen, leaving only Xu Qinglu sitting there stiffly, feeling that he was covered in cold sweat.He didn't know how he should get along with Papa Yan. Not only was Papa Yan a well-known artist both at home and abroad, his temperament looked very different just because he was alone, but also because he was Yan Yan's father.

"How long have you lived with my son?" Papa Yan asked suddenly.

Xu Qinglu was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly replied: "It's been almost three years, uncle."

"Ah, that time is really long." Father Yan nodded, "Few people can live with him for such a long time. Yan Yan looks gentle, but he doesn't like too much contact with others."

"No." Xu Qinglu replied with a smile: "Yan Yan has a very good personality and is very good at taking care of others. I believe everyone will be happy to live with him."

Father Yan just laughed when he heard it, and said: "Don't praise him, I don't know him yet, he looks very gentle, he just likes to tease people, he likes to poke his paws on everything, if he is not interested in poking enough, throw it away Open." Xu Qinglu listened to Papa Yan slander Yan Yan with a black face, but the pride in his tone couldn't be concealed.

After thinking for a while, Xu Qinglu said: "Yan Yan is excellent, really excellent."

Papa Yan glanced at Xu Qinglu with a smile, "Of course, my son is of course excellent."

At this time, Yan Yan, who went to order noodles, also came back, holding a bowl of noodles in his hand, and said, "Dad, are you talking bad things about me again? Why do you always talk about me in front of others?" Bad words."

"Didn't I tell you?" Father Yan picked up a noodle with his chopsticks and said, "Tell people about your shortcomings, and then they will realize how good a person you are when you are with them. That way you won't be kicked out."

Yan Yan shook his head, "I said this will only make people magnify my shortcomings, okay?"

Papa Yan took a bite of the noodles and said vaguely: "You have to believe that people's hearts are good. You can be vigilant, but don't think about it."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Yan Yan said helplessly.Listening to the conversation between their father and son, Xu Qinglu thought to himself that it really is such a father who can teach Yan Yan such a gentle person.This is also the attraction of the painter's lights. His paintings are full of warmth, as if the ground is full of sunshine.

After eating the noodles, Yan's father stood up, Yan Yan smiled and said: "It's so late, don't you want to sleep here for the night?"

"No." Father Yan tidied up and said, "I'm going to find your mother. It's getting late and we need to prepare some things."

Yan Yan sent him out of the house, and after asking again to confirm that he would not stay, he said goodbye to him. Suddenly, Yan's father said: "By the way, I forgot one thing. I will go to H University to give a lecture tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Class, go if you have time."

Yan Yan nodded before he left in satisfaction. Xu Qinglu watched Father Yan's figure slowly go away behind him, and he was relieved when he could no longer see him. He almost couldn't stand still, and said, "Oh, Yan Yan. , what if your father really lives here? We live in the same room. "

Yan Yan patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said: "It's okay, he won't stay, I understand him."

Xu Qinglu' Huh? ' With a cry, I suddenly felt that the father and son really looked alike.

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Today's H University is very lively, not only the students on campus are discussing enthusiastically, but also many people from outside, even many TV stations have contacted the principal for interviews.All this is because the painter, who was looking for inspiration abroad, returned home and agreed to the request of the principal of H University to teach a class for the painting department.That is, today, they packed up a large auditorium, enough for most students and teachers to enter.

The students of the painting department were very excited, but the other students were excited because the painter Deng Huo was Yan Yan's father, and maybe Yan Yan would go with him.Indeed, many people have this idea, thinking that it is very normal for Yan Yan to accompany his father to visit his alma mater.

On that day, in the anticipation of everyone, the painter's lights came.Papa Yan is a man who looks very artistic. Unlike Yan Yan, Papa Yan doesn't like to laugh. He looks serious by nature. It's not serious, but it gives people the feeling that I don't want to laugh.But some of his own behaviors put a big contrasting cute hat on him, making people want to laugh and cry at the same time.

Or he can't tell the date clearly, or he speaks Chinese wherever he goes, regardless of whether the other party understands it or not. The most important thing is that such a gentle person like Yan Yan is actually his son.This can't help but remind people of his paintings, which are warm and flamboyant.Thinking about it, it was 20 years ago that his paintings changed from sharp to soft, and it was probably not long before Yan Yan was born.

H University soon became overcrowded, some small artists came to learn from the scriptures, and the auditorium was soon overwhelmed with people, and those who came later could only stand behind and listen.Papa Yan is not a good person to keep his secrets. He said what he should say, and he didn't say much. He only talked about something these little guys could understand, and it lasted two hours.

Many people were looking around, hoping to see Yan Yan's figure, but they were disappointed to find that Yan Yan really didn't come.Yan Yan actually came, but he didn't go into the front desk, but sat in the back with Xu Xiaoxiao and listened to Yan's father talking. He couldn't help feeling that it was useful to go out to collect materials, and some understandings were already beyond Yan Yan's understanding.Yan Yan smiled, but it didn't matter, he didn't depend on it for a living.

After the guidance, students and teachers asked questions. Most of them raised their hands enthusiastically, or asked about some painting experience, or asked some small personal matters, until a girl timidly asked: "Hi, I want to Just ask, Yan Yan, is he here?"

Papa Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Here, he should be in the background, he never likes to listen to my lectures."

The girl's eyes lit up immediately, she sat down after thanking her several times, and continued to listen to Papa Yan's lecture seriously.

At this time, another artist asked a question, and he asked: "Hello, master lamp, I want to ask, when you were young, your painting style was sharp and unique. What made you change your painting style and draw those warm things?" , and achieved great success?"

Father Yan thought for a while, and then said: "Actually, it's mainly because of my son. You all know him. His name is Yan Yan. Since he was a child, this little guy likes to laugh. His mother and I are usually very serious people. I never thought that this child would love to laugh so much. We didn’t pay much attention to it at the time, thinking that children love to laugh.”

"Until the year he was six years old, as you know, the painting I had been working on for almost a year failed, and I tore the painting into pieces and threw it in the trash, and then it was like falling into Bottleneck. I went out looking for inspiration, wandered around for three full days before I came back, and then I saw him take the painting out of the trash, smooth it out nicely, and tape it up."

"When I heard him say with a smile: 'This painting is very good-looking, if my father doesn't like it, you can give it to me. succeeded."

Everyone was amazed, although people on the Internet said that Yan Yan was a very gentle person, and they could see a corner between the lines on Weibo, but only when Deng Huo said something like this, they felt that there was really such a person , is naturally gentle and lovable, no wonder everyone likes him.

At this time, another person asked, and he said: "Since you mentioned him, I would like to ask, why Yan Yan is not allowed to paint? I have seen his paintings, and they are very smooth."

"It depends on him." Yan's father said unhappily: "This bastard doesn't like to do painting work, we parents can't force him, can't we? It's him who learns computer and plays games freedom of."

Yan Yan chuckled. In fact, to his mother, his father still complained a little about his unwillingness to enter the painting world. After all, his father brought him up when he was a child, and it was his father who watched him slowly transform from a messy graffiti into a painting with a pen. Smooth lines, but he is a good father, he let his children learn more things, but never force him to learn or do something.

After the class was over, Yan's father began to draw examples for them. Yan Yan watched his father draw, smiled, took out a piece of paper, put out the brushes he had packed away, and began to draw.Different from the small stick figures on the group photo, and not the obvious two-dimensional style of painting, Yan Yan daubed the background and colors little by little, allowing them to be rendered on the white paper.

Papa Yan is painting, and he is also painting, just like when we were young, the two of us were in the wild, with one large and one small drawing boards, Papa Yan splashed beautiful colors, but Yan Yan could only paint the colors he liked, Sometimes I paint on my hands and face.Father Yan would look at him occasionally, and would praise him against his will when he saw that he was having fun.

The emerald green leaves are mixed with faint yellow, and the thick trunk is open and clawed. When the wind blows, a few leaves are blown off and fall on the quiet path made of green bricks next to it. A ray of sunlight shines in through the gaps in the leaves. The light warm tones make this painting look extraordinarily warm.

Gradually, Yan Yan's hands became more and more stable, the things in the paintings became more and more realistic, and the tones became more and more symmetrical.At this time, Father Yan would look at his painting and nod his head, saying: "The painting is not bad." 'Yan Yan is making progress, he is also making progress, he is slowly improving his painting style, perhaps because of the change in his heart, his paintings are more and more full of emotion, warm and bright, grandpa looked at his Hua, nodded and said in relief: "This is the real progress."

A wooden bench is placed by the side of the path. A drawing board is placed on the chair just like this. Brushes are scattered beside it. Some bright colors can be clearly seen on the drawing board. A young man is leaning on the bench with his eyes closed. , but the expression on his face was comfortable and gentle. The sun shone on his body as if covering him with a layer of golden light, and the metal zippers on his clothes reflected the dazzling light.

Waiting for the paint to dry, Yan Yan wrote the word 'light' with an art pen on the upper left corner, and looked at the painting with a smile, feeling a lot of emotion.Many years ago, you were painting, but I just picked up the paintbrush. Many years later, you are still the same, but I am an adult, and I can draw your appearance.

Putting away the pen, Yan Yan waited for the lights to finish the speech. When he came back, he saw Yan Yan playing with the dog in his arms, and the painting on the table.Looking at this painting, Yan's father suddenly laughed, and then carefully put the painting away. Yan Yan looked back at him, and then continued to play with Xu Xiaoxiao.

Putting away the painting, Yan's father sat next to Yan Yan and said, "I heard from your mother that your frigidity has been cured?"

"It seems to be." Yan Yan thought for a while and said, "Anyway, I just did it."

Father Yan nodded and said, "Since it's all like this, when will you show us the girl?"

"Isn't it a girl?" Yan Yan looked up at Papa Yan.

"Not a girl?" Father Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Oh, so it's not a girl, yes, you don't like playing with girls since childhood, but, but... I don't care, and neither does your mother Don't worry, it's because your grandpa can't handle it."

Yan Yan thought for a while, "It's okay, grandpa doesn't like to interfere with my affairs."

"But not interfering doesn't mean he'll accept it. My son, you have to be ready for your grandpa to ask the teacher for your crimes. Although he loves you the most, it will be over after a while..."

"So what am I afraid of?" Yan Yan spread his hands and smiled.

Papa Yan also laughed, and said, "You child, why don't you let us save some time."

Listening to his doting complaints, Yan Yan couldn't help hugging him, and whispered in his ear: "It's great to have you as my relatives."

Yan Yan's parents are open-minded and gentle. They support all Yan Yan's decisions as long as they don't hurt others. This is also because his parents are famous artists, so they are not surprised by these things. In their opinion, As long as Yan Yan, a self-proclaimed frigid, can find someone to live with him, it doesn't matter whether he is a man or a woman, the most important thing is that his son is happy.Father Yan also planned to talk to An He when he went back to make preparations for the elderly at home.

The old man in the family is also an artist. As an old artist, their minds are not closed, and they dote on Yan Yan very much. They still remember that when Yan Yan wanted to help the plagiarized, he was scolded on Weibo, and the old man was filled with righteous indignation. They called and asked them to immediately support Yan Yan when he slapped those guys hard in the face, so the matter of Yan Yan was not a big deal at all.

Patting Yan Yan on the shoulder, Father Yan said: "Since we have decided, we will keep going. I won't ask you who he is anymore. When you have time, bring him here for us to see. Your mother and I both There will be no objection."

Yan Yan nodded, then sent Papa Yan away, led Xu Xiaoxiao on the road, was recognized by n people, greeted them with a smile, and left, Yan Yan did not stop, and the people around did not cling After watching him leave, Yan Yan hummed a little tune, feeling that the whole person was very transparent, a gust of wind could penetrate his body, he felt very relaxed and fluttering.

Back home, Xu Qinglu was still at work, and he rarely wanted to draw another painting.Taking out the easel that had been put aside for a long time, Yan Yan started the live broadcast, smiled and said to the camera: "Come and paint with me today, okay, I haven't painted for a long time."

According to his own memory, he described the person in his mind, with neat short hair, always fashionable clothes, sullen expression on his face, and elegant black-rimmed glasses.The young man in the painting stretched his body and stood at the door, turned his head and opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something but was suddenly stopped by someone.Xu Xiaoxiao crouched at his feet, looking funny with her tail raised high.

The wind at the door blew up the corners of his clothes, and a stray strand of hair rose up. After Yan Yan finished drawing these, he asked, "What do you think?" , and Aite was added in front of some, Yan Yan smiled and began to color, first chestnut hair, then slightly orange skin, from head to toe, one color goes up and down, and it is very smooth.

In the end, Yan Yan drew a half hand on the side. After finishing the drawing, Yan Yan revised it several times, and finally he was satisfied before he said, "Whose hand do you think this is drawn?" He didn't answer the guesswork on the bullet screen. Right or wrong, Yan Yan began to draw the background carefully.

I would like to draw a picture for you, in the picture, let me chase you instead.

The author has something to say: Let me talk about the lights here. Maybe most of the updates in the future will be 3500. The main reason is that the lights are on and the text next door is also being updated, so there are too many words that the lights can’t write, but as long as you have time The lights will be more 6000, so don't dislike the short lights, okay?Thank you little angel

ps: Correct typos