give me a hug

Liang Suinian seemed to have always regarded him as a child who needed his protection.

He is always on call, willing to work without complaint, and always likes to coax him and indulge him, and go along with him in everything, so that he himself has the illusion that he is really a delicate little friend who needs to be cared for.

Just like now, obviously he didn't think about anything at first, and he didn't worry about anything, but after Liang Suinian finished speaking, he really tasted a little bitter grievance from his emotions.

I am wronged by the half-hour waiting at the door of my house yesterday under the scorching sunset, the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs that was taken away from him, the few watercolor brushes I have ruined, and the fact that I have never been asked if I want ice cream I was labeled as sensible without authorization...

There are also countless things in the past, things that I thought had been sealed by time have been unsealed, and the trivial things that were once thought to be trivial are now painful to recall.

It turns out that someone coaxed it to be different.

The sense of security of being contained and protected will really magnify emotions infinitely.

It's no wonder that every time Lu Shang was bullied at school, he would bear it all the way home and throw himself into Zhou Wenyue's arms, crying at the top of his voice.

He thought, it was probably the same as his current mood, sour and swollen, and suddenly wanted to ask for a hug.

It has nothing to do with skin hunger and thirst, it's just a sudden, simple, very, very, wanting to be hugged by the person in front of me.

"Is this kid so wronged that he doesn't want to talk anymore?"

"Liang Suinian, I have something for you."

The voices of the two people overlapped at the same time, and when they were joking and serious, the former was naturally ignored by them.

"What?" Liang Suinian asked.

Xie Jiaran pulled down one schoolbag strap, took out a notebook with a blue cover, and handed it over: "Thank you."

Liang Suinian's voice at the end was soft: "Thank you for the cotton candy?"

"..."

Xie Jiaran was speechless for a moment.

But after thinking about it, it’s all thanks to him anyway. It doesn’t matter what the specific thanks are, so he nodded casually: "Yeah."

"Then you are a prophet, you guessed that I will buy you cotton candy today."

Liang Suinian smiled and flipped through the notebook casually. When he saw the contents inside, surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Did you draw these by yourself?" He spread out a page and asked, pointing to the cute and chubby strawberry illustration in the center.

In fact, not only this page, but also every page of the entire notebook, in different sizes and shapes, the only commonality is the cuteness of the same strawberry.

Xie Jiaran nodded.

Liang Suinian flipped through the pages and couldn't put it down: "How long will it take to draw this?"

Xie Jiaran said less: "It only takes half a night. This kind of painting is very simple and does not take time."

Liang Suinian looked at the notebook, then at Xie Jiaran, then at the notebook, then at Xie Jiaran.

Xie Jiaran tilted his head in confusion: "?"

Liang Su Nian raised his notebook and asked, "Do you know what is the best gift I have received before today?"

Xie Jiaran referred to his identity as a rich second generation, and said pertinently: "Villa? Sports car? Sea view room?"

Liang Suinian said: "It's not right, it's a thermos cup for the elderly with my photo printed on the lid."

Xie Jiaran: "..."

Liang Suinian misses it quite a bit: "It was given to me by my nephew who was in primary school. Xiao Liang was moved for a moment and thought it was the most thoughtful gift he had ever received. He kept it and was reluctant to use it. He planned to take it out when he was seventy or eighty. Aftertaste."

Xie Jiaran: "..."

"So, this notebook is now my family heirloom."

Liang Suinian sighed solemnly at the cover of the notebook, then carefully wiped it off with his cuff, and asked Xie Jiaran, "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

Xie Jiaran was shocked by his family heirloom, and said in a daze: "What do you think?"

Liang Suinian said seriously: "I want to discuss with the cotton candy boss, can I make a hundred cotton candy on the spot and give it to you immediately."

Xie Jiaran was dumbfounded: "Ah? There's no need to—"

Liang Suinian: "Yes, I think so too."

Xie Jiaran: "..."

Liang Suinian: "Then change to another one."

another?

What to change?

Before Xie Jiaran had time to ask, Liang Suinian clasped his wrist self-consciously, and pulled him into his embrace with ease.

It would be uncomfortable if the cotton candy stuck to his clothes, he raised his right hand subconsciously, and supported it stiffly on Liang Su's back.

The chin rubbed against the shoulder line, and the ear rubbed against the ear. The thirsty skin that had not yet completely calmed down was blown up by this touch along the ear pinna.

It was a sensitive place, but Xie Jiaran narrowed her eyes and trembled even more.

"Actually, I plan to hug you as soon as we meet, but it's really inconvenient to be in front of your house. I hope it's not too late to make up for it now."

Liang Suinian's voice with a brisk smile rang in his ears: "I can't think of anything better than a hundred marshmallows in return at the moment, so I can only give you a school girl's hug first, so let's make it happen."

It was only then that Xie Jiaran realized that he got what he wanted by mistake.

After a long while, she silently adjusted to a suitable posture and hugged him back.

The coldness mixed with the eyebrows was quietly replaced by softness and obedience, and a contentment that even he himself had never discovered.

"There's no compromise." He whispered, "That's fine."

In this way, it is a hundred times better than a hundred marshmallows.

Going back to school early was out of the plan, and Xie Jiaran had nothing to do, so he took the formal logic notes Liang Suinian gave him and spent the whole day in the library on Sunday.

In the new week, the resident routine of the studio will resume.

03:30 in the afternoon is the time for his last class today. He was called by the teacher to the corridor to talk about the inspiration of the works in the exhibition. When he returned to the classroom, everyone had almost left.

After tidying up the drawings and packing up the reference books, cleaning the paint trays and brushes and putting them away, everything was in order and ready to leave, but was stopped in the aisle by Sun Han who turned back.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

Sun Han said with a cold face, "Next week, there will be a painting competition in the City Painting Center that requires the cooperation of two people. Don't participate with me."

Xie Jiaran quietly refused: "I will not participate."

Sun Han frowned: "But didn't you participate with Lin Shan last year?"

Xie Jiaran said: "This year Lin Shan will not participate."

He was not keen on such things as competitions. If it wasn't for the school's request, he probably wouldn't even participate in the college art exhibition.

Last year, Lin Shan begged for a long time to force him to go, but this year Lin Shan won't participate, so naturally he won't join in the fun that doesn't interest him.

He originally intended to mean this, but in Sun Han's ears it became another meaning.

"Thank you Jiaran!"

Sun Han's voice suddenly became high-pitched: "Are you looking down on me? Think I'm not as good as you and I'm not worthy to cooperate with you in the competition?!"

"...?"

Xie Jiaran was very confused: "Why do you understand so?"

Sun Han said loudly: "Not only this time, from the time of admission to the present, whether it's class tests or competitions, you have dominated me everywhere. Do you dare to say that you have never had such thoughts?"

Xie Jiaran was a little speechless.

Explaining this kind of thing is too troublesome, he is not good at it, and he doesn't want to talk too much about such unnecessary things, so he backed down and said: "If you want to think so, just think so."

Unexpectedly, it backfired and self-defeating, and the effect was like adding fuel to the fire.

"Xie Jiaran, what do you mean?! You really feel superior when you have a few people supporting you, don't you!"

Sun Han was so anxious that he wanted to push him regardless.

Xie Jiaran started to resist, frowned and was about to back away, when his wrist tightened suddenly, he was pulled back half a step, and a tall and straight figure appeared in time, firmly protecting him behind him.

Liang Suinian took advantage of his height. Facing Sun Han, even with a friendly smile on his face, he seemed condescending: "If you don't want to participate in the competition, you look down on you? Classmate, your reading comprehension level is impressive."

Sun Han said loudly to the unexpected visitor, "Isn't it?"

"I don't know that."

Liang Suinian said leisurely: "I only know that when I put shit on my head, I can't just dump it on others, what do you think?"

"you--!"

"Yes, what advice do you have?"

Sun Han "you" didn't know why, and gave Liang Suinian a hard look, then looked at Xie Jiaran behind him: "If you don't participate, you don't participate, I don't care, Xie Jiaran, who is inferior to us, we will see in the finals!"

When the people rushed away angrily, Xie Jiaran moved his wrist and asked Liang Suinian, "Why are you here?"

Liang Suinian took out a mobile phone from his trouser pocket: "I'm going to class, drop me a mobile phone for a little sloppy."

He didn't say anything, and Xie Jiaran didn't realize that he forgot to bring his mobile phone in class: "But you won't pass the Art Building when you go to Mingde Building from the dormitory."

"Go around and pass by."

Liang Suinian smiled, and asked again: "Why didn't you explain it well?"

Xie Jiaran knew what he was talking about: "It's a bit troublesome, and there's nothing to explain."

"Do you know how conflicts and misunderstandings arise?"

Liang Suinian said: "The speaker has no intention but the listener has intention. What's more, what you said is quite ambiguous. Normal people are really easy to get angry and vomit blood."

He folded his arms and tilted his head slightly, bent slightly to approach, and smiled casually: "Student Xie, you should communicate more with your classmates, don't be so precious about words, isn't the mouth just for talking."

After talking about something that came to mind, he added rigorously: "Of course, except for eating."

His words gave Xie Jiaran an inexplicable feeling of being favored for no reason in public, and being educated alone in private.

It was something he had never experienced before, it was amazing.

If I had to describe it, it would be like being stuck with a body charm with gentle mana. Not only did I not want to refute it, but it was quite useful.

...it seems even weirder.

Because he didn't know whether this situation was caused by these words, or because the person who spoke was Liang Suinian.

I couldn't figure it out, so I had to find an excuse to change the subject: "I just don't want to say more because I feel a little uncomfortable."

Liang Suinian: "A minor problem again?"

Xie Jiaran bit the bullet and nodded: "Yes."

Liang Suinian: "Then why didn't you send me a message?"

Sure enough, it takes several lies to get back a lie.

Xie Jiaran struggled to think about what to say, but Liang Suinian immediately said, "Oh, I almost forgot, you didn't bring your mobile phone."

Xie Jiaran: "...Yes."

Liang Suinian looked down at the time, and hissed: "But I have a professional class in a while, so I can't stay with you."

Xie Jiaran took advantage of the situation and said, "It's okay, I can—"

"So I can only wrong you a bit."

Liang Suinian interrupted him, he naturally hooked his shoulder, and raised the corner of his mouth:

"Student Xie, will you go to class with me?"

The author has something to say:

Yaya: How can a macho like strawberries? Is this plausible?

Xiao Xie: (cold eyes) What does it have to do with you?

Yaya: ...

Xiao Liang: My dear wife is so nice (*^▽^*)