Little Bastard X Kidnapper

Just as she was lamenting her bumpy emotional journey, Fang Yue heard a faint sound of collision coming from the bedroom.He walked over to look around, and found that the thermometer he had placed on the bedside table was missing. It seemed that Xiang Rong's hand had knocked it off, but there was no trace of the thermometer on the ground where he could see at a glance.

Fang Yue was worried that the thermometer was broken, so she looked around immediately, but she couldn't find any corners, and the only possibility was that it was under the bed.

He lay on his stomach and looked under the bed.The light in the bedroom was not turned on, and it was so dark under the bed that he couldn't see his fingers. He fumbled around and took out a hand of ashes, but he couldn't find the thermometer.There was no other way, he turned on the flashlight function of his mobile phone and took a picture under the bed.The dust under the bed was not too thick, and it seemed to be cleaned frequently. He saw a thermometer next to a translucent plastic storage box under the bed.After confirming that the thermometer was not broken, Fang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise it would be inconvenient if this place really needs to clean up the flowing mercury.The location of the thermometer was not within his reach. He lay on the floor and crawled under the bed to barely reach it.Just as she grabbed the thermometer and was about to exit, Fang Yue suddenly noticed the things in the storage box.Under the strong light, the contents inside were clearly revealed, which immediately attracted Fang Yue's attention.There are many paintings in the box.

These days, Fang Yue has painted a lot of paintings at Xiang Rong's house, and he is really happy to say that, but he has never seen Xiang Rong draw a complete painting in front of him.Even the sketches that I used as a model later, I have never seen a single one.Although there are some Xiang Rong's paintings in the studio, they are all three or four years ago. Fang Yue is very curious about Xiang Rong's current level.

Seeing this box of paintings, Fang Yue seemed to have discovered a treasure, and carefully dragged the storage box out from under the bed.

After observing for a few minutes with a guilty conscience, Fang Yue opened the storage box after confirming that Xiang Rong was sleeping soundly, thinking that if she really found out that his painting was not good, she could still make fun of him as revenge.

Taking advantage of the light from the living room, Fang Yue sat on the ground and took out the first painting.

The picture is a boy.A very handsome boy.He was holding an oil paintbrush in his hand, with the barrel of the pen resting lightly on his chin, staring at the canvas in front of him in thought.

It's not that Fang Yue is narcissistic, but this young man looks like himself.But the appearance is subtly different from the current self, it looks a little immature, more like the clothes I wore when I was in college.

Fang Yue picked up another one. In this painting was still the beautiful boy, this time he was running.The light footsteps, the sweat-soaked hair on the forehead, the lines of the leg muscles, every detail is depicted very delicately, which shows the author's intentions.That is because of the artist's carefulness, Fang Yue can confirm that the person in the painting is himself through this painting.Because there is a scratch on the boy's left calf in the painting.Fang Yue remembered this injury.It was drawn by the little girl who moved the easel in the studio when I was a junior.He still remembers how depressed he was during that time.Afraid of leaving scars, I bought a lot of products that speed up healing and scar removal, and applied them to my legs four or five times a day.During that time, he couldn't sleep well. He often dreamed that the injury continued to expand, from his calf to his thigh, to his chest, and to his face. Then he woke up with a start, and got up to apply medicine at three or four o'clock in the middle of the night.

Although he knew that Xiang Rong was a junior in his school, he didn't understand why there were so many portraits of him in college in his home.

Fang Yue suppressed the anticipation floating in her heart, and continued to flip through the paintings behind.

Self-study in the library.

Sitting by the school fountain with headphones on.

I ate with my classmates in the cafeteria.

I basked in the sun on the lawn with my eyes closed.

He carried the kettle to fetch hot water by himself.

I came out of the school bathroom with wet hair.

……

I...painted by the river...

Seeing the last picture, Fang Yue was stunned.This painting is just a draft. Although the angle is different, it can be seen that it is in the same place and in the same season as the one hanging on the wall of the living room.This draft is my profile, while the one on the wall is my back.

Looking at this draft, thinking of her previous analysis, Fang Yue's heart began to beat faster.He looked up at Xiang Rong's sleeping face, clutching the paintings in his hands for a while, not knowing what to do.

He felt he should do something, say something.Although nervous, excited, and excited, there is also a sense of self-blame for accidentally peeping into other people's privacy.He knew that since Xiang Rong put these under the bed, he naturally didn't want others to see them easily.

He changed his posture, leaning against the bed and sitting quietly on the ground with his back turned to him as if avoiding Xiang Rong's sight, flipping through these paintings lightly and repeatedly.In addition to these, there are many small portraits that seem to be drawn on the corners of the textbooks, which seem to have been carefully cut out of the pages by Xiang Rong later.Fang Yue felt warmer every time he saw one.

In the early morning, Fang Yue finally finished reading hundreds of large and small paintings in the storage box, and the protagonist in each painting was him.

Turning her head and leaning over to look at Xiang Rong, Fang Yue put her palm on his forehead again, then retracted her hand and touched her own forehead temperature for comparison.The temperature seems to be a little lower than before.However, Fang Yue didn't believe his own feelings, thinking that he would take the thermometer to test after he woke up.

After confirming the patient's temperature, Fang Yue sat down on the floor again, looking at the drawing paper that had been turned over by herself, getting tangled up again.

Fang Yuejia in the heart: Wait a minute, Comrade Fang Yue, don’t be happy, this situation does not mean that you love me [-]%!

Fang Yueyi in the heart: After so many paintings, how could you not like me?I absolutely love it!

Fang Yuejia in the heart: Cut~ Or maybe it’s just because I look good and use it as a model!

Fang Yue B: Model?So many details of life must be observed deliberately, right?I took a step back and said that I fell in love with my beauty, but there is no need to draw only one person, right?Grabbing a sheep to pluck its wool?Painters need a variety of life materials!I see is love me!

Fang Yuejia in the heart: Even if you liked me before, but now they are all under the bed, maybe they have already turned the page!It's not good to confess so rashly now, is it?

Fang Yueyi in the heart: If it really turns over, why don't you throw these away?There must still be feelings for keeping it so well!I'm so good-looking, do most people read the article?In my opinion, it should be a straight ball to decide the outcome!Confession!

Inside Fang Yuejia: Hehe.Didn't those boyfriends before turn the page very quickly?

Fang Yueyi in his heart: Slightly slightly~~ Those are all scumbags!Not worthy!I must have discovered that I was not worthy of my beauty, so I felt ashamed and left voluntarily.

Fang Yuejia in the heart: ...Why on earth, don't you have any B number in your heart?

Inside Fang Yueyi: You are so annoying!Hit you! !

Fang Yuejia in the heart: hitting me is hitting yourself, have you figured it out?

Fang Yueyi in the heart: ……………

The little people in Fang Yue's heart were noisy, making himself very confused.He raised his head again, looked at the sleeping Xiang Rong's face, and whispered, "When you wake up...will you tell me?"