reverse fall

I drew more than a dozen pictures over and over again, and the things I drew were like carved out of a mold, with no difference at all.

Shen Xingmian put down the paintbrush in disappointment, got up and cleaned up the watercolors in his hands, and when he returned to the living room, the chair had fallen down, the bouquet was scattered all over the floor, and the culprit was still licking his paws leisurely beside him.

My cat got into trouble, what else can I do besides pampering it?Shen Xingmian sighed, leaned over to pick up the scattered flowers and branches.

After tidying up the flowers all over the place, Shen Xingmian sat on the ground and prepared to wrap the flowers back again. After picking up a few flowers, she found that almost every flower was caught by the dumpling and was either beheaded or disabled.

Shen Xingmian dragged the dumpling, picked up the dumpling's big face and rubbed it vigorously, "Fatty Tuan, look at what you did, my more than 100 oceans will be wiped out by your two claws."

Tuanzi suddenly exploded, got away from his ravages, ran back and forth like expressing dissatisfaction with the name "fat head Tuan", messing up the otherwise tidy living room.

In order to stop the loss in time, Shen Xingmian hurried to catch the scurrying dumpling, but failed to sneak attack and instead stumbled in front of the cabinet. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to support the cabinet, and pressed down on a cardboard box.

Shen Xingmian stabilized his center of gravity, touched the box and took a look. It was the fireworks stick that he and Cheng Shu hadn't finished setting off last time. After shaking the box, there were about six or seven sticks in it, and there was no chance to put it again.

Suddenly, I remembered the way Cheng Shu took him to the park to set off fireworks that day. The gentleness and patience of that person under the cold night still looks like a dream in retrospect.Shen Xingmian sat on the cabinet holding the firework stick, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Hey, Shen Xingmian, you can't always rely on others."

Tuanzi got tired from running and gradually settled down. Shen Xingmian tidied up the messed up living room, went to the cabinet to get the fireworks box, turned off the light in the living room, went to the balcony, and locked the sliding glass door.

There are thousands of lights outside, even if there is no light on the balcony, it doesn't look too dark. Shen Xingmian sat cross-legged on the ground and lit a firework, holding it in his hand, imitating a child to draw circles in the air absent-mindedly. The firelight reflected on the glass sliding door. It made Shen Xingmian's face dark and unclear.

Burning the fireworks in his hand one by one, Shen Xingmian felt like a little match girl, lighting one to fantasize about something, and then restarting after it went out.Seeing that there were still three or four in the box, Shen Xingmian simply lit them up and held them in his hand like a little girl. The sparks clustered in a big cluster, shining brightly on the dimly lit balcony.

The shape of this firework...I always feel like I've seen it somewhere...

Shen Xingmian stared at the sparks and fell into thinking. He didn't think about it until the fireworks burned out. He closed his eyes and rubbed his sore eyes. The afterimage in his eyes instantly aroused Shen Xingmian's memory.

Fumbling back to the living room and turning on the light, Shen Xingmian spread out the unrecognizable bunch of flowers, and happily picked up a white baby's breath.

When wrapping the flowers, the clerk suggested that he use baby's breath as a lining. He didn't have any idea, so he nodded acquiescingly. The clerk also chatted with him a few more words about the description of the flower. A flower language is "supporting role".

Shen Xingmian took the drawing board on the side, on which he carefully portrayed every flower, with meticulous brush strokes, only when he drew the starry sky as a foil, he arbitrarily decorated it, a dozen or so, each of which was the same.

He drew more than a dozen pictures, but he never paid attention to this small but indispensable flower group. In his subconscious, he didn't even regard the dots of white as flowers, and naturally ignored them to paint other bright colors eyes of flowers.

Inspired in an instant, Shen Xingmian found resonance in these flowers.Since he was a child, he has always been a lining for others, small and inconspicuous, and he is a dispensable supporting role everywhere, including in the only love he fancy.

It's a good emotional scene, but he is willing to become a supporting role in the rivalry between the two. Let Cheng Shu be the only one in the unequal love relationship, so he feels boring and dismissive of his infinite compromise.

After staying up all night painting and painting, Shen Xingmian stretched wearily when it was dawn, and carefully put away the final product.

There was class during the day, and Shen Xingmian could only sleep for two hours even if he was fully loaded, so he simply stopped sleeping, made a cup of instant coffee to refresh himself, and lay on the sofa to check his phone while waiting for time.

After lying down for only 5 minutes, there were three "dong dong dong" knocks on the door. Shen Xingmian sat up in a jerk, wondering which psychopath didn't sleep so early to scare people.

At the door, Shen Xingmian leaned over the door mirror and took a look, but it was pitch black, and the people outside seemed to deliberately block him from seeing it.

This time Shen Xingmian was a little bit upset, the news about robbery and murder in the old community that he had seen before kept popping up in front of his eyes.

Shen Xingmian panicked for a moment, but she slipped her hand and opened the door directly.

As soon as the door opened, a figure flashed in, covered his eyes and pushed him straight into the room against the wall, and immediately closed the door behind him.

Shen Xingmian was frightened by this series of actions, his heart was beating fast, but soon he calmed down, he raised his hand and clasped the hand covered in front of his eyes, a little surprised: "Why are you back?"

Cheng Shu didn't expect that he would reveal his secrets so soon, and angrily let go of the hand covering Shen Xingmian, lowered his head and hugged the still stunned Shen Xingmian, "Shen Xingmian, I'm really homeless this time, Don't chase me away, okay?"

"What do you mean?" Shen Xingmian frowned, and quickly pushed Cheng Shu away, "Didn't your dad just pick you up yesterday?"

"He asked me to completely cut off all relations with men. When I thought about it, how could I cut off relations with you, so I refused to obey, so I was kicked out by him again."

Generally, when Cheng Shu lied, he always made such long-winded arguments, and his tone was not very serious, so Shen Xingmian felt that Cheng Shu was lying to him again, so he asked, "Then how can you go back?"

"He said when I'm clean, when will I go back." Cheng Shu answered fluently.

"Oh, that's it." Shen Xingmian nodded slightly, "Didn't we break it clean? If the old man doesn't trust you, I'll help you write a breakup note and send it in person."

"It will be broken somewhere, the two of us clearly..." Cheng Shu searched for an explanation in his mind, but he couldn't find any strong evidence. He suddenly caught a glimpse of Tuanzi from the corner of his eye, and immediately hugged him, "I am Tuanzi. Its father, you are its mother, aren't we a family of three, why is it okay?"

"Huh?" Shen Xingmian snatched the dumpling, "Crazy, when did the dumpling recognize his father?"

"I have evidence. If I can make it call me dad, will you let me stay?"

Shen Xingmian smiled angrily, "Okay, if it calls me, let you stay."

Cheng Shu smiled at the corner of his mouth when he heard this, and stretched out his hand to hook Tuanzi's chin, "Tuanzi, what did you call me?"

"Ba~"

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