as long as you love

"Call me again during the summer vacation, Aqi." At the school gate, Xiao Qianqian smiled and waved goodbye to Hua Qi, and finally added a word worried: "Remember to tell me if you have anything to do, don't fight alone, you know?"

Silently sent a look of tacit concern.

"Understood." Hua Qi smiled, feeling warm in his heart, "You go quickly, I won't take the things for you."

"It's all right here." Xiao Qianqian dragged her suitcase, waved and walked to the other side, where her parents were waiting for her under the tree.

Hua Qi’s dormitory and home items are two copies, and they can be bought immediately if they are missing, so they didn’t bring anything, and they were empty-handed, only carrying a schoolbag.He looked away from Xiao Qianqian and began to search for the familiar car.

A silver Bentley stopped in front of him and honked its horn.

"Why is it you, where is my brother?" Hua Qi got into the carriage, and when he saw someone coming, disappointment was written all over his face.

"It's not your brother who doesn't want to buckle the seat belt?" Pei Jue bent over, pressed the boy's head down, pulled out the seat belt, and went around him to buckle it up.

Hua Qi was not in the mood to speak, and turned to look out the window.

"Your brother is still in a meeting in S City, and he didn't come back in time, let me pick you up first." Pei Jue looked at him, "Why, aren't you happy after summer vacation?"

"No." The answer was neither salty nor bland, and it was completely impossible to see what the young man was thinking.

"Oh...your brother expected it. You must be unhappy if he didn't come in person." With a sigh, Pei Jue took out a gift box from his side, "Here, the gift that your brother personally picked, as your ending Commemoration of the second year of junior high school."

Hua Qi's eyes lit up, he took the exquisitely packaged gift box, and opened it layer by layer. The innermost one was a black rectangular box, decorated with exquisite and elegant silver patterns, and there was a symbol in cursive script: Parker.

Open the lid of the box, and there is a black ink pen lying quietly inside. The body of the pen is bright, and there are a few small characters on it: "Qiqi is happy to graduate from the second year of junior high school. HYR"

Hua Qi caressed the last few letters with his fingers, with a nostalgic expression on his face.

This has been the case since childhood. Every time he gave him a gift, the signature would not be "Brother Yuru" or "Brother Huayu", but the first spelling of his name.Hua Qi didn't know why Huayu Confucianism signed it like this, but he liked it very much.

"Like it?"

Pei Jue knew from the boy's appearance that he liked the gift very much. He explained with a smile, "Yuru made a custom order with the manufacturer half a year in advance, and he chose the writing fonts himself."

How about it?How about it?Don't worry about him not coming to pick you up.Pei Xinxin thought to himself, if the task entrusted to him by Huayu Confucianism cannot be completed, then this month's vacation will be for naught.

Hua Qi raised his eyebrows and didn't answer him, but asked, "When will he come back?"

"The plane at 8 o'clock should arrive at about 11 o'clock in the evening. You can see him when you wake up the next morning."

It seemed that the boy's anger had dissipated, Pei Jue felt relieved and sent Hua Qi all the way back to Hua Zhai.

The location of the Huazhai is a villa area in the suburbs of the city. Its selling point is quietness and a strong sense of privacy. The houses are also far apart, and it looks deserted when there is no one around.

Hua Xianjie and Sun Ru went on a trip to Japan during this time, and the Chinese-speaking Confucians could only come back at midnight, and the hourly workers in the Hua Zhai also left during the day, only Aunt Wang, who had been living here, was still there.

She knew that Hua Qi was coming back today, so she took the time to wait at the door.

As soon as Hua Qi entered, his schoolbag was taken over.

"Is the young master hungry? Do you want to eat?"

"No need, Aunt Wang, I'll go upstairs to paint for a while, and call me when my brother comes back." Hua Qi changed his shoes and walked upstairs.

In the studio on the third floor.

All items are placed in the same way as before.

In fact, since Hua Qi came back from the United States, he has rarely started to write. The only two times, it was because Hua Yuru was a model that he started to write.

The most recent one was drawn half a year ago. It is a sketch. It shows the undefended sleeping face of a Chinese-speaking Confucianist, with disheveled hair and sweat dripping from the tip of his upturned nose. It looks like he hasn't slept well all night.

The cause of that time was that Hua Qi had a fever again, so he asked a doctor to give him an IV. Hua Yuru was still worried, so he stayed by his side to take care of him all night, and then slept next to him.

Since Hua Qi was 6 years old, she rarely enjoyed the surprise of seeing her brother by her side after waking up.Although I have been feeling awkward in my heart for the past two years, I am still secretly happy to see this person sleeping next to me.

He probably stayed up next to him all night without sleep.Hua Qi stretched out his hand, trying to shake him awake, but after a second thought, he withdrew his hand again.He moved lightly to the head of the bed, picked up his mobile phone, framed a scene of his appearance, and secretly took a photo.

Then came this painting. HB finished his shape, just spread the rough shadow with 6B, Hua Yuru found him, didn't come in, he knocked on the door, found that he was still drawing late at night when he was sick, so he forced him back to the dormitory to sleep .

This painting has become a semi-finished product, hanging on the easel until now.

Hua Qi sat on the stool in front of the easel, picked up the pen, recalled the mood at that time, and began to tune again.

The original photo had been deleted by himself in a brain-dead impulse. Although he began to regret it later, Hua Qi could only continue to complete the details of the painting with memory and imagination.

Probably very few people have tried to trace what it feels like to paint a loved one on paper one by one.Every inch of his skin, eyebrows, hair, nose, and lips are three-dimensional in your tracing and depicting over and over again, just like he is right in front of your eyes, and you touch his small piece of sensitive skin behind the ear over and over again , it's like he's curled up next to you and you own the person completely.

Looking at the finished masterpiece, Hua Qi shuddered, still shuddering.

The person in the painting is still lying on his side, with disheveled hair and sweaty nose, all are lifelike, but his eyes are open, just like he just woke up, a little lazy, a little affectionate, Staring intently at the painter, the brilliance in his eyes shines brightly.

The pencil fell out of Hua Qi's hand, and with a "click", it made a circle on the ground and stopped in front of the stool legs.

Hua Qi didn't have time to take care of it, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, touched the white edge of the drawing paper, and gently stroked the edge of the figure.

Turns out, that's what I wanted.

But, can you agree?

How I wish I loved you as before, without adulteration.

However, there is no going back.

Brother, do you know that I love you?

Hua Qi covered his face, weeping with joy.The floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflected the figures among the piles of debris in the room. It was night, and the cicadas were silent, making the people in the room even more lonely.

Huayuru is the Huazhai that arrives at 12 o'clock at night, the airport is in the east of the city, and the Huazhai is in the south of the city.The driver went to pick him up, and it took him half a city to get home.Fortunately, there is no traffic jam on the third ring road at night.