Continuously

The silence becomes dense.

Even the warmth on his left shoulder suddenly disappeared.

Yao Jianqi stepped back, his eyes wandering to Yao An's vacillating Adam's apple.

He suddenly wanted to ask Yao An, what do you care about?

Do you care about it curiously?

Or, the kind of concern that will be lost?

Where Yao An couldn't see but couldn't feel, he fastened the bicycle seat cushion tightly, his eyes became hot.

"You want to know?"

From the moment he asked for the exit until now, Yao An's undecided heart seemed to be forgiven. He stared at the white diamond on the road, making sure that the tires ran straight over every sharp corner, so that he could ensure that he would not put the car on the road immediately. Turning around and grabbing Yao Jianqi's collar, he shouted: Yes, I really want to know, and I don't even know why the hell I think so!

But he heard his own voice say, "If you will tell me."

After a while, Yao Jianqi seemed to be smiling, it was the kind Yao An was inexplicably familiar with, it was just a smile used to decorate the lintel, and it was only related to the facial muscles.

Yao An pressed the brake.

Almost the moment before he turned around, Yao Jianqi stopped him with a hug.

Hooping from his shoulders, overlapping in front of his neck, the back is intuitive, the heat of a body.

Yao An digressed and thanked himself for carrying his schoolbag in front of him.

They parked on the pier by the river. During the trip, people, gravel, trees and insects all saw this embrace.

Yao Jianqi buried his head in Yao An's neck and said, "I'll tell you when I'm 18, okay?"

Yao An's pulse beat for no reason, he clenched his hands tightly and forced a smile: "18 is too long."

"Then later."

"How long is it?"

"Probably," Yao Jianqi murmured, "When he likes me too."

"But, how can you guarantee..." Yao An cut off the ending in time, but the eager meaning still in his chest still reached Yao Jianqi.

Yao Jianqi leaned forward slightly, his eyelashes touched Yao An's carotid artery, and said, "I can't guarantee it."

His voice was full of clear fruity fragrance, and he said in the tone of a short poem: "The only thing I can guarantee is that I will always love him."

"I love with my eyes open, I love with my eyes closed, and I still love when I blink."

"He looks better every day than yesterday."

When copying geometry, everyone in the studio has their own silence.

Jiang Cong is the only source of sound wandering on the baroque tiles. Holding different easels, looking at them for a while, he always says: "There is a problem with perspective", "The contrast between light and dark is not enough", "Oh, give me the pen"...

The first one to complain was Chen Zhe. He wiped the lead shavings rubbed off by his little finger with an eraser broken into the size of a croton: "Teacher, you hit people so hard."

Then there were sighs one after another. After drawing without rest for a whole morning, my neck was tired.

"I'm helping you get the most out of your tuition fees." Jiang Cong squeezed Chen Zhe's face with his still clean left hand, straightened his waist, and bent his eyebrows, "Even if this is the last class."

"Especially—" her fingers circled the room like a clock, "those who are going to be admitted to the No. [-] Middle School."

These words hit the hearts of many people, and those who sighed before lifted their breath back, sharpened pencils of different thicknesses, and continued to immerse themselves in drawing.

Jiang Cong clapped her hands in satisfaction. There are a lot of junior high school students in her studio. They still come to paint at this time at the end of the term, and they will basically have to take a special approach in the future. Every time she is too slack, she can't take it anymore, so she will focus on the high school entrance examination. Pain point, tried and tested.

Individuals are excluded.

Yao Jianqi drew the outer contour of the square cross cone a little more solidly, and after a last glance at the overall picture, he threw the pen into the plastic bag, and a few light coughs sounded above his head.

"I'm done drawing, teacher." Yao Jianqi only mouthed.

"I know." Jiang Cong glared at him, then moved his gaze to the sketch paper full of solid and empty lines.

She measured it and said, "I will copy the head portrait more in the future, your geometric plaster is fine."

"Yes." Yao Jianqi agreed.

Jiang Cong groaned for Fang Xu, then turned his head and asked, "Are you really not going to participate in the special recruitment?"

Yao Jianqi shook his head.

"Okay." Jiang Cong knew that he knew what he knew, and his cultural achievements must be fine, but in this way...

"Will you still paint in the future?" Jiang Cong asked.

And Yao Jianqi smiled, and said without hesitation: "Of course."

Jiang Cong exhaled: "That's good."

She had to admit that she was reluctant to part with this seedling.

"I'm afraid you won't come to the studio in the future, and when you go to school, there will be an art teacher to take you." Jiang Cong compared the height until he reached the waist and abdomen, "I still remember the first time I saw you so tall .”

"I will come." Yao Jianqi said.

The affirmation of others is affirmation, and his affirmation is a guarantee.

Jiang Cong brightened all of a sudden, and nodded at him: "Best, best, yes."

Yao Jianqi took off the sketch paper bag from the window hook, put the painting on the back of the bag, and threw all the pens into it. The paints were taken back after finishing the watercolor painting last time, and the easel can only be picked up during the summer vacation.

He purposely restrained his movements and voice to a small level, so as to make his departure seem quiet.

But he was still called out.

Yao Jianqi turned his head, and Chen Zhe's mouth was still on the last syllable of his name.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Perhaps Chen Zhe just yelled, and didn't expect him to respond, or to respond so quickly.

After a few seconds of embarrassment, Chen Zhe bit his lower lip and asked, "Will you go to No. [-] Middle School?"

"Yes." Yao Jianqi said, "You should go too."

"Ah...it's okay." Chen Zhe was a little shy. Who doesn't want to go, but not everyone has the confidence to say it. If you don't say something, you can pretend it didn't happen, and you haven't thought about it. As soon as you say it, you are telling the truth, and there will always be evidence.He dare not.

Yao Jianqi could see clearly, tilted his head and smiled: "Then let's do our best together."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand to Chen Zhe, and left without leaving any room. There were 16 windows in the studio, and not all the people inside knew about it.

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Cong called him to stop at the other end of the corridor.

Yao Jianqi's fingers were still dripping after washing, and a few drops stuck to the plastic bag, shining brightly.

He waited for Jiang Cong to trot to the spot, and scolded him: "You slipped fast."

Yao Jianqi didn't explain, just smiled superficially.

Jiang Cong shook his head, there was nothing he could do about his temper, he simply got used to it over the years.

She took out a stalk of two-color tulips from behind, like Rouge and Fufen.

"Everyone has one, and the colors are different." Jiang Cong boasted, "As a teacher, I am too caring."

Yao Jianqi admitted that he was a little surprised, but he was not in a hurry to accept it: "I don't accept flowers from others."

"..." Jiang Cong's hands shaking the flowers in embarrassment, "What's the point?"

"Really." Yao Jianqi said fulfilling his expectations.

Jiang Cong's heart-warming teaching career suffered a severe blow. At any rate, she took pains to wrap it up until midnight, and even wrapped up a piece of kraft paper with English embedded in it. At this moment, the flower stem was almost folded in half in her hands.

Yao Jianqi rescued it a second before it broke.

Holding the flower stem as moist as skin, he gasped and said, "But I can take it home and give it to another person."