Freehand painting scroll - light network matching

Lu Ming smiled helplessly: "Ling Han, you haven't studied psychology, have you?" Originally, Lu Ming's temperament was like a clear lake, but now he is sick and weak, and is even more elegant.

"You think it's hard to guess what you're thinking?" Ling Han asked back, smoothing the quilt around his chest for him.

Lu Ming lazily leaned on the head of the bed: "...I never thought that Zero Degree, who is famous in Two-dimensional, is also a famous figure in school." He consciously changed the subject, unwilling to talk too much about own topic.Speaking of which, Lu Ming has only been in F University for a few days, and he saw two girls struggling with Ling Han. I have to say that this person is very attractive no matter whether he is in two-dimensional or three-dimensional. people.

"Change the subject? Huh?" Lu Ming's thoughts in front of Ling Han are simply childish. After all, people like Lu Ming usually spend most of their time locked in the studio, and spend much less time communicating with others.As the successor of the future hospital, Ling Han has come into contact with many patients and doctors, and has seen many life and death. Although it is not to say that he has seen countless people, he has much more experience than Lu Ming who is a few years older.

Lu Ming slightly raised his head and looked directly at Ling Han: "Well, I'm afraid of you. In fact, my adoptive father is also very concerned about me, but what he cares more about is painting, so it's inevitable that he will be a little bit concerned about other things. Neglect." At this point, he stopped, as it was related to his adoptive father, and he seemed to have nothing to say.

However, Ling Han understood what he had said: "So, when you were sick abroad, your adoptive father didn't know about it. And you are not feeling well, and you have nostalgia for your life experience. Obviously, you don't want the opportunity to paint under such a mood. let go?"

"Well... the situation is similar to what you said!" Lu Ming's paintings are generally smooth and introverted, and most of the characters are indifferent, with only a pair of eyes. .And his still landscape paintings, every tree and grass have a sense of stillness and movement, and it is precisely because of this feature that he has a place in the painting circle.

Ling Han took the water glass by the table and handed it to him: "Your lips are a little dry, drink a little."

Lu Ming took a few sips from the cup, moistened his lips and tongue: "My adoptive father used to spend all his time on painting, but it's a pity that most of his life was wasted, but he didn't get affirmation. I also saw it, and started to learn to enjoy life, so now, I don’t have the opportunity to experience that kind of mood and paint that kind of painting.” Sometimes art is both nihilistic and cruel, such as People who learn painting and musical instruments actually have a lot to offer, but those who really achieve success are just one in a million.Lu Ming's adoptive father loved painting very much since he was a child, and devoted most of his life to painting. He is not without skills, but on the road of art inheritance, there is always a mysterious word that determines Its achievement, the word is called talent.After middle age, Lu Ming's father finally chose to let go. He still has painting as a hobby, but he will no longer be overly fanatical about it. He has also learned to put more energy on his adopted son and take care of his life. Living in daily life, and then discovering that his adopted son is extremely talented in painting, these are unexpected joys. For him, this adopted son is more and more like a gift and grace from God.And his own dream was finally able to continue in his adopted son.

Ling Han's eyes are like the deep night sky: "You should also learn to take care of yourself, because you have a fever after only a few days back home."

Lu Ming felt a little guilty about this matter, so he had to change the subject again: "The temperature seems to be very low these two days, will the quilt not be warm enough for you like this? Or, turn up the temperature of the air conditioner?"

Ling Han looked at Lu Ming, his brows that were slightly frowned suddenly became brighter, and his eyes were also stained with a smile: "It's too dry to turn on the air conditioner all night, it's not good for you."

Lu Ming knew that the quilt that was placed in the closet before was actually a thin spring quilt. The cold snap hit in the past two days, and the lowest temperature was only three degrees. Han Zuo said, "Actually, although I'm still hot now, my energy is much better. Before it's too late, you should go back to the dormitory!"

Ling Han's gaze was locked on Lu Ming's all the time: "Impossible, you don't know how to take care of yourself."

Lu Ming hesitated for two seconds: "But I don't have any extra quilts here."

Ling Han looked at the person in front of him who was obviously troubled, and his lips curled slightly, "I have a solution." After saying that, he walked back to the sofa and put the thin quilt on Lu Ming's bed.

Lu Ming widened his eyes and looked at him in surprise: "Ling Han? What are you?"

"Anyway, it's a double bed, so it won't be too crowded for two people to lie on. Of course, if you don't want to, it doesn't matter if I sleep on the sofa." Ling Han said straightforwardly.

Lu Ming wandered around the quilt and Ling Han for a while, and finally said: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you sleep on the same bed. But I'm afraid that I will be dishonest if I sleep at night."

For Lu Ming, there is really no chance to share the same bed with others like this, so he doesn't know if he will do any inappropriate behavior after falling asleep.

"You're safe after you fall asleep." Ling Han replied.