The invulnerability of fast wear

"Yes, sorry!"

When she lowered her head, You Wei burst into tears.

She didn't know what evil she had fallen into today, she kept doing clumsy things, she was as stupid as a pig-people always have self-doubt when they make mistakes continuously, and now You Wei feels as if she has been abandoned by the world up.

"It's alright."

The young man swept away the cards on the table lightly and put the tea tray away. He looked at the girl who was overreacting inexplicably, and said indifferently:

"It's fine to re-stack, and it's not difficult."

After the young man spoke, Wu Xie turned his head to smooth out the folds of the skirt's neckline, and didn't care about it.

So, when he shook off the newly bought skirt and handed it to You Wei, he found that her gaze at Yin Song had changed from admiration to admiration—this gaze was so flashing that it was hard to ignore, but The young man who was stared at like this was completely unaware, and commented on the hem of the skirt very leisurely, and asked Wu Xie to give him the wide-leg pants that were soiled when he was fishing in the ground before. He also wanted to try to help iron the clothes.

Wu Xie had nothing to say about his baby's slowness. After You Wei changed her clothes, he took out the ticket to the amusement park, and after making an appointment with the little girl, he sent her back in person.

then.

When he came back, he saw Yin Songzhen holding the iron in one hand and pressing his trousers with the other, standing in front of the cotton cloth table to help him iron the corners of his trousers.

Three stacks of cards have been neatly stacked on the table, and the washed cups are hung on the drainer.

Wu Xie walked over to watch the boy's ironing skills, and helped him fold the shape of the trouser legs, and instructed the other party to iron it according to the shape of the edge. By the way, he explained the compatibility of the temperature of the iron with various fabrics.

"Teacher... really seems to know everything." The boy holding the iron said so.

"No, it's just because I'm used to living alone." The man smiled, "Many things can't be done by others, and you have to worry about them yourself, but...even if it's two people, it's impossible to think about everything."

"But if there are two people, the teacher's burden will be greatly reduced."

The boy carefully folded the trousers that were neatly shaped like tofu cubes, raised his head and asked:

"Is there anyone you like, teacher?"

The man looked down at him, his thin, almost transparent lips were dyed a beautiful orange red by the afterglow, the young man saw those two lips opening and closing, uttering gentle words.

"……Have."

Turn off the switch of the iron, and the milky white water mist changes from thick to light, and slips out of the half-opened casement like gauze, melting into the warm sunset.

The boy who was holding the trousers put down the things in his hands lightly, his diamond eyes were slightly opened with a jewel-like luster.

"When I was at my adoptive father's house, my sister told me that a person wants to take care of another person for the rest of his life because he likes it. If that person also wants to take care of you for the rest of his life, it will be the most perfect thing in the world."

The square trousers that were being placed on the cotton table were still warm, and the young man put his slightly cold hands on them. The amber irises were illuminated by the light from the window, reflecting the twilight of the rolling hills and the setting sun.

"Teacher, learn how to get along with the person you like."

He clasped the man's right hand with warm fingers, and looked over solemnly:

"Take care of each other. Don't let the person who likes you feel that you are a burden, can you?"

That tall shadow bent down slightly, kissing away the sweet evening dew between the rose petals.

At this time and this night, Twilight is all over the city.

……

The next day I set off for the amusement park, the seat arrangement in the car was a little weird.

You Wei, who originally thought she was just sent out with "Uncle Wu" and Yin, looked at the man in the driver's seat who was steering the steering wheel in horror, holding her small schoolbag full of snacks tightly and dared not speak, while Wu Xie was in the co-pilot with the man The man driving the car was talking about incomprehensible topics, which seemed to be related to a person named "Bai Shao", with "Sir" and other titles mixed in during the conversation.

Only Yin Song, who was sitting next to her, was at ease, drawing something in the doodle book with colored pencils with his head down.

She silently stuffed the lower half of her face into her schoolbag, and secretly observed the handsome young man holding a slender pencil between his beautiful fingers. The tip of the pen moved left and right flexibly, unaffected by the bumps of the car, and even found time to take a bite of a soda cracker.

"What... are you drawing?"

Seeing the other party stop writing, the girl finally asked a dull question.

The boy stared at her for a moment with those amber pupils, then handed over the doodle book, chewed the remaining soda crackers in the bag, turned his head to look at the rearview mirror outside the car window, and after adjusting the angle, quietly admired the Copilot chatting with driver.

The man wore a casual suit that was more formal than usual, and a black tie that was very well-trimmed—this tie was specially selected by him this morning and tied by himself.

Yin Song showed a satisfied smile.

You Wei, who got the album, didn't notice these details. She was immersed in her little mood, and opened the doodle book solemnly, almost with a pious attitude.

The first few pages are partial sketches, and hands from various angles are on the paper, but they are basically interacting with a lighter, or holding the fuselage between the fingers to play, or pressing the steel wheel with the thumb, and then, the You Wei flipped through the character sketches from beginning to end with full expectation, but found that all the drawings were of one person.

Raising the straw hat and standing on the ridge looking at the back, looking down at the side face of the stele, and a bust of tea in the kitchen holding the lid of the pot, etc. Although these characters did not draw specific faces, most of them used shadows and lines To express the outline and emotions, but from the material and style of the clothes, it can be seen that the person who was observed and recorded with a pencil is clearly Wu Xie after he came here.

As for her, she only appeared in the picture of making tea in the kitchen, and she was still in the window made of sketches...becoming a misty shadow with long hair, which always feels very malicious.

But You Wei is still excited by the fact that she appeared under the young man's brush—although it was just a strange shadow, but the details on the floral dress and the characteristics of the long hair, she believed that it was definitely her own, and this discovery became a reality. A glimmer of light in the midst of loss made her feel full of energy again.

After all, Yin Song only drew two people in these sketches, one is Wu Xie, this is his uncle, there is nothing wrong with being a model, and the other... is her!

No one knew what the girl was happy about. Yin Song glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that the other party was full of joy, he couldn't help touching the schoolbag under his feet, and calmly carried it a little farther away.

You Wei just flipped through the rest of the content at random.

Four-frame short comics are not that attractive to young girls. The story of the fox hamster and the big bad wolf is completely unplayable compared to the bloody idol drama routines, so she just flipped through the antecedents. Start looking backwards for the ending.

——The fox who drove away the big bad wolf fell down by the lake covered with scars, and the little hamster who found the prototype of the fox fled in panic. When the fox was hanging by a thread, he weakly glimpsed a huge shadow.

The enlarged version of the hamster returns to the lake with the wolf with crossed eyes in its mouth, looks down at the dying fox, and orders it to drink up the blood of the wolf. The hamster at this time is completely different from before.

It turned out that the hamster had already seen the fox's intentions, and only pretended to be weak because it was fun. But now the wolf hurt its beloved red fox, and in order to completely eliminate the threat, he simply killed the wolf in one go.

The original Q Meng's painting style has become realistic in the ending. You Wei was stunned by such a reversal of the gods. She deeply suspected that the ending was done randomly because the author had no brains. But looking carefully at the details of the picture, there is no The signs of "casual scribbling" are still stable, and I can't help but feel confused at the moment.

In the end, You Wei, who was wearing a fan filter with thousands of degrees, gave up thinking and chose to believe in this strange ending without thinking. She closed the picture book happily and handed it back with both hands.

Yin Song turned it over again by himself, and when he saw a certain folder that was stuck, he subconsciously glanced at You Wei, and found that everything was normal, so he gently rubbed open with his thumb and index finger in a complicated mood, and quickly scanned The content of the folder, and immediately closed the picture book and stuffed it into the schoolbag.

It was a folder that he carefully glued together with magnets. Because most of the picture books use sketch paper, which is thicker, it is easy for people who read it to ignore it—if he didn’t suddenly think of it, he would have forgotten it himself.

I remember that it should be one night, he was holding a picture book to draw a small four-frame, Wu Xie forgot to take his underwear, and he came out wet with a bathrobe, when he was squatting in the cabinet to look for it, the unfastened bathrobe slipped off his left shoulder, The moonlight fell on the man's shoulders like a veil. The man frowned and rummaged through his clothes. The usually carefully combed clothes were now sticking to the side of his face obediently. Water drops seeped into the bathrobe.

It wasn't the first time he saw the teacher's appearance after bathing, but it was the first time he saw this man wearing a bathrobe like this...

Obviously, he was always meticulous in the past, for fear of teaching the stereotyped appearance of the child.

Probably because I was too involved in the search and forgot to maintain the image.

Sitting on the bed and sketching, he originally drew the people and the scene at that time as they were, but after the other party returned to the bathroom with his underwear, he silently drew the picture with some kind of sneaky psychology that he didn't even understand. The wrinkled brows and eyes of the man were wiped away, and replaced with warm and moist eyes, and after thinking, they were dotted with tears and blush - that was a teacher he had never seen before.

Soon the things in the pen will completely change.

The bathrobe slipped off from half-clothed to completely slipped off, and finally put it back on; the eyebrows and eyes evolved from being entwined with a diamond-shaped wire mesh, to belt buckles, and then restored; The overlapping wrists were bound, and ambiguous red marks were rubbed off, but in the end, he honestly drew it back to his waist.

Even if the picture is really seen by others, it doesn't matter. The teacher in the sketch is just squatting in front of the cabinet, looking for things in a bathrobe.

But he clearly remembers what happened to the painting.

……

The topic about Yin Bai came to an end. When Wu Xie observed the two children in the back seat from the rearview mirror, he accidentally found the boy's side face turned away, and the roots of his ears were as red as steamed shrimp.

Wu Xie:? ? ?

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Wu Xie: Ah Song's shy look is so cute

0001: ...you don't wonder why he's shy

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I chatted with my friends for the next book and decided to write Xianxia

I originally wanted to call it "Looking for Demons", but another friend told me that the name is boring QAQ

sosad, named waste manual self-explosion

Do you have any tips for naming? QAQ Every time I choose the title of the book, it is too real.