give me a hug

This burst of thoughts was disturbed strangely.

Liang Suinian blinked inexplicably, and it took a while before he recovered his voice: "Yeah, I just finished playing with sweat all over my body, I can't bear it, I can't do without washing."

Xie Jiaran said: "But it's not even 08:30, you came early."

As he spoke, hot air sprayed on the side of his neck, making it even more itchy.

Liang Sunian didn't quite get used to it and scratched that spot lightly, then straightened up and walked around to the empty seat beside him to sit down.

"It's not early." He squinted his eyes and yawned lazily: "Anyway, there's nothing to do in the dormitory. Your art building is in the shade, so you should come here to enjoy the shade."

It is true that the art building is cooler than any teaching building or dormitory.

Xie Jiaran hummed lightly, which was regarded as approval.

Liang Suinian is actually not very keen on playing mobile games, if there are no two cheap sons in the dormitory begging to bring them, he will hardly open them.

Xie Jiaran was distracted after finishing a part of the painting, and saw the people beside him idly turning their mobile phones to pass the time, only opening and replying a message occasionally.

It seems very boring.

Xie Jiaran thought for a while, then called him: "Liang Suinian, do you want to try?"

"Huh?" Liang Suinian raised his head, "Try what?"

"Drawing strawberries." Xie Jiaran said seriously: "I promised to teach you last time, do you still want to learn now?"

When he said he wanted to teach, he really showed his patience and drew a strawberry that was exactly the same as last time at a speed that was slowed down by more than three times.

From pen to color to shading, every step is explained in extreme detail.

"Drawing this is very simple. It doesn't need many colors and doesn't require any skills. It's no problem for a novice."

He took off the drawing paper on which strawberries were drawn and handed it to Liang Suinian: "You refer to this, and then follow the steps I just said to draw, you should be able to learn it soon."

Liang Suinian took the painting and looked around for a while, then looked at Xie Jiaran, and suddenly laughed.

Under Xie Jiaran's suspicious gaze, he pointed to his nose and said solemnly: "Do you think that I am now particularly like a child being taken to work by parents?"

Xie Jiaran let out an ah, but didn't understand.

Liang Suinian is divine: "When I was young, my mother took me to work in her company. She was afraid that if I was bored, I would make troubles and cause trouble. I don't know where to find a painting book for me to flip through. Once we get started, we won’t disturb her work anymore.”

Xie Jiaran hurriedly said: "But you didn't bother me, I wanted to teach you myself."

"know."

Liang Suinian leaned against the back of the chair and smiled, turning the pencil skillfully into a phantom between his fingers: "I'm already this old, so I can't be mischievous anymore, right? It's just that I suddenly thought of it and thought it was funny, let me tell you."

"Continue to draw, Mr. Xie, I will study it myself, and I will give you the results of acceptance later."

What he taught Liang Suinian was really difficult to draw strawberries with simple strokes. He thought that this "for a while" would only last three to five minutes, and most often 5 minutes would be enough. However, after half an hour, the person who said he would accept the results would not Nothing happened.

So it was rare for him to be distracted for the second time during the painting process of a work, and he turned his head and glanced curiously at the drawing board of the person beside him——

"How about thank you teacher."

Liang Suinian stepped back and showed him the three "finished products" that he had completed, confident in his primary school student painting level: "Is there significant progress?"

Xie Jiaran looked back and forth at the three lumps of red, green and green, but couldn't connect them with strawberries even though he exhausted his imagination.

"You...your..."

He hesitated to speak several times and then stopped, and he stopped talking and wanted to speak again, but he couldn't tell the reason.

He knows that beginners need praise to motivate, but poor words are really poor words.

After deliberating for a while, I chose to avoid the evaluation process and asked Liang Suinian, "Can you draw another one?"

He felt that as a temporary teacher, it was necessary for him to see the process of making these strawberries.

"of course can."

Liang Suinian nodded readily, and drew another one for him. The pen was neat and smooth, skillful and confident.

"..."

Xie Jiaran was dumbfounded for a long time, feeling the critical blow from the hand for the first time.

It turns out that someone really can express the barrenness of artistic cells so vividly in three or two strokes.

Seeing his complicated face, Liang Suinian thought that he was drawing too fast and didn't let him see the process clearly, so he thoughtfully prepared to slow down and make another one.

As soon as a little red fell on the canvas, he was stopped by his wrist.

Xie Jiaran couldn't bear it anymore, and corrected him in a serious tone: "No, you can't draw the outline with such a posture."

"Really?" Liang Suinian looked at his finished product carefully: "But haven't I already painted so much?"

Xie Jiaran was tired: "But is there any one of these many that has anything to do with strawberries?"

Nothing to do?

Liang Suinian put his tongue against his cheek, actually he wanted to say that he thought he was pretty good at drawing, but Mr. Xie didn't give him a chance, so he held his pen-holding hand and started one-on-one teaching.

"...Writing should be done according to the weight. Only when the top is wide and the bottom is narrow can the outline be shown. The outline of the strawberry pedicle should be light, and the same is true when you touch the strawberry seeds..."

He is like a real teacher, and he doesn't know what to do in the face of a half-baked guy who has no artistic talent.

The first decent strawberry finally took shape under his hands.

Liang Su compared it before and after, and thought leisurely, it is indeed different, what are those lumps of things he just drew?

But there was another thing that attracted his attention more than this.

"Xie Jiaran, your hands are so small." Liang Suinian waved his pen and said cheerfully, "Look, you can't even hold mine, it's still close."

Xie Jiaran leaned her upper body to maintain her balance, and her left hand was still on Liang Suinian's lap. Hearing this, she lowered her eyes to look at the overlapping hands of the two.

Indeed, his hand was more than a circle smaller than Liang Suinian's, no wonder he felt a little strenuous just holding it.

Liang Suinian seemed to have discovered something interesting, he looked at it leisurely for a while, took away the pen with his left hand, and wrapped Xie Jiaran's hand in his palm.

The five fingers are gathered together, as if to show off: "Look, I can hold yours."

"You are taller than me."

Xie Jiaran didn't struggle, and naturally curled her fingers, her nails were neatly trimmed, and she looked inexplicably slender and well-behaved under the wrapping of the other palm.

"Xiao Chi is shorter than you."

In the absence of the person involved, Liang Suinian spit out this daily taboo word fluently: "But his hands are as big as mine, although the fingers are shorter."

"You should have seen him, he was my former roommate, the most... petite among the few I used to play basketball with."

"Really?" Xie Jiaran had never paid attention to this before, and Liang Suinian's words awakened the dreamer. Could it be that his hands are really smaller than ordinary boys?

After all, he is still a boy in his twenties, and he has a somewhat strange self-esteem that is not humane.

Rarely, he wrinkled his nose childishly, and was about to pull out his hand, but Liang Suinian let go of him first.

The slender fingertips stretched his fingers, squeezed them into the palm of his hand, and held them with his fingers.

"But that's okay."

He raised the hands of the two of them and shook them, with a clear smile: "It's just right to hold hands."

Xie Jiaran's thoughts were greatly distracted by him, he tilted his head and stared at the hands that they held together, and felt that what he said made sense for a moment.

I even forgot that he is a boy, what should I do with him.

Thanks to the delay with a painting black hole, they stayed in the studio until nearly ten o'clock.

Liang Suinian was finally able to draw a decent strawberry by himself.

Putting down the pen and stretching, he took out his mobile phone to check the time, and sighed self-consciously: "It seems that I can't draw next time, it will waste your time, and it will increase your workload for no reason."

"It's okay." Xie Jiaran shook his head: "You can paint if you want, there is no delay."

Seeing him put away his painting tools and prepare to wash the paint tray, Liang Suinian took the initiative to do it for him: "Let me come, Mr. Xie has worked hard, sit and rest for a while."

Xie Jiaran couldn't grab him, so he had to stay and pack up the drawings.

By the way, he also wrapped up his debut works of "Rapid Progress", tied them with a special string, and handed them to Liang Sunian after he came back:

"Take it home as a souvenir."

Liang Suinian picked it up, and said in a very sensible way: "Teacher Xie, don't worry, after I leave this school, I will definitely not tell anyone that my paintings are taught by Teacher Xie."

Xie Jiaran was silent for two seconds: "Actually, it's okay to tell."

"Ok?"

Liang Suinian raised his eyebrows, and was about to ask him if he wasn't afraid of being smashed by himself, but Xie Jiaran calmly added: "Anyway, no one would believe it."

"..."

Liang Suinian blinked and couldn't help laughing.

At ten o'clock, the number of couples pressing down on the road at night on the road is much less, and one or two couples are walking back slowly, preparing to turn to the entrance of the girls' dormitory to stage a moment of inseparability before a short parting.

The two walked to Jingjing Lake, Liang Suinian thought of the oolong incident that happened here last time, his brows and eyes frowned, and he deliberately spread his hands in front of Xie Jiaran: "Mr. Xie, do you want to hold me?"

Xie Jiaran clearly still remembered that night, and decisively shook his head with his hands behind his back: "No, I don't want to be dragged for another 800 meters at night."

As he said that, he took half a step back, with rejection written all over his body from head to toe.

Liang Sunian wanted to laugh again when he looked at him avoiding him.

She retracted her hand and wanted to say something, but suddenly heard the sound of small and hurried footsteps approaching quickly behind her.

Liang Suinian's smile suddenly faded, and he quickly pulled Xie Jiaran into a half hug and hugged him tightly, blocking the hand that was trying to get close to Xie Jiaran, grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard.

A pitiful scream crossed the night sky, disturbing a few tired birds that had already perched on the tree, flapping their wings and flying around.