give me a hug

Lin Shan is doing color exercises.

Apply one stroke, take a look at Xie Jiaran, apply another stroke, and take another look at Xie Jiaran...

Until he looked at the person with doubts on his face and turned his head, he finally couldn't help it: "Jiaran, did you win the big prize by reposting on Weibo?"

Xie Jiaran shook his head.

Lin Shan asked again unwillingly: "Win the lottery?"

Xie Jiaran shook his head again.

Lin Shan: "Did a star fall from the sky and hit your house?"

Xie Jiaran still shook his head, and said helplessly, "What exactly do you want to ask?"

Lin Shan said: "You didn't win the lottery and you didn't win the lottery, so why are you so happy today? What good happened?"

Xie Jiaran paused, wondering: "Why do you think I'm happy?"

He has never been a person who reveals his emotions, whether he is happy or sad, he will not easily show it on the surface. He thinks that his performance today is no different from usual. It is very strange how Lin Shan can see it.

"It's just a feeling."

Lin Shan smugly said, "My emotional perception radar is very accurate, and you are too obvious."

Xie Jiaran touched his face: "Obviously?"

Did he laugh?

"It's not obvious to the naked eye, it's obvious to anyone with five senses. The air infected by you can't fool anyone."

Lin Shan stretched out a hand, opened the sleeve to reveal a section of arm: "Look."

Xie Jiaran didn't know, so he took a look inside: "Sweet hair?"

Lin Shan: "It's the pink bubbles that float over from your body continuously, it makes me almost have a sugar allergy!"

Xie Jiaran: "..."

Lin Shan put down his sleeves: "Blessed brothers are blessed to share together. Tell me something good soon? Is your "youth" finally finished?"

From a certain point of view, there is indeed a reason for this, Xie Jiaran nodded hesitantly: "It counts."

Lin Shan: "You have come out after a long wait, did you bring it? Hurry up and watch it for me first!"

Xie Jiaran took out the manuscript and handed it to him.

It is the painting that was drafted on the court, detailed in the dormitory, put on hold for a long time due to inexplicable confusion, and now it is finally finished in color.

The background was changed, from indoor to outdoor, from a closed gymnasium to an empty playground shaded by greenery.

The thick and colorful paint outlines the splendid and grand summer, and the transparent coloring makes the whole picture reveal the freshness of the shade of cicadas and trees.

A group of teenagers are chasing and sweating on the court. No matter inside or outside the picture, the boy jumping high and smashing the ball in the middle is where all the light and sight gather.

The flying hem of the clothes rolled up a wanton arc in the air, full of vigor and vitality.

Lin Shan's eyes lit up when he first saw the painting.

It is really impactful and beautiful, enough to make people intoxicated at a glance.

Every brush stroke, every coloring is just right and perfect.

With youth and palpitations, people can’t help but have a romantic illusion by looking twice more—he is not looking at a painting, but looking at another coexisting painting through a piece of paper. world.

It even seems that through this painting, one can feel the joy of the author at the time of creation. At that time, the world in his eyes must be full of stars.

"I'll go, you...you look so good..."

Lin Shan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his language organization ability is not very good, he can't express his inner thoughts, he got stuck several times, and the last compliment he said was sincere, simple and down-to-earth: "You also draw your man so well, don't you?" !"

"The composition, the transparency of the colors, and the outlines of the characters are absolutely amazing!"

"It doesn't make sense whether you won the special prize or not for your submission."

"The award-winning artwork should be published in newspapers and magazines. Once you release it, your boyfriend will become a male god of the whole people..."

When Lin Shan got excited, she unconsciously became talkative, and she rambled on for a long time before realizing that she had said the wrong thing.

Looking around, no one noticed them here, and hurriedly wanted to change "your boyfriend" to "your brother who begs you".

Xie Jiaran shook her head lightly, and said in a low voice: "Not yet."

"Huh?" Lin Shan blinked her eyes, keenly sensing a bit of a strange smell: "'Not yet'?"

Xie Jiaran: "Yes."

Boyfriend... not yet.

The subtext was so beautiful, Lin Shan smacked her mouth and tasted it carefully, with a grin at the corner of her mouth and her eyes bent.

Just as she was about to say something, a figure appeared next to her. It was Su Xiaoyue who held a booklet recording personal information and placed it in front of them.

"Come on." Su Xiaoyue said: "Fill in your personal information, and the home address must be specific to the house number."

"Oh."

Lin Shan took the record book, and when she handed the painting back to Xie Jiaran, Su Xiaoyue saw it sharp-eyed, and exclaimed, "This is so beautiful, Xie Jiaran, is it your new painting?"

Before Xie Jiaran could speak, Lin Shan had already patted his chest and answered proudly: "Of course, besides Mr. Xie, who else can draw such a beautiful painting that is unique in the world! ?”

Su Xiaoyue laughed amused by his messy and exaggerated words, and nodded, "You are very right, such a beautiful painting can only be drawn by us thanks to the big brother."

She cupped her cheeks: "Really, I never thought that the group of big straight guys on the court who are foolishly chasing the ball all day would be so good-looking when drawn."

Lin Shan opened her eyes wide: "Hey, monitor, I don't agree with what you said. Aren't all basketball players just foolishly grabbing the ball..."

After filling in the information, he handed over the record book to Xie Jiaran, and began to reason with Su Xiaoyue about the difference between playing with male gods and playing with Xiaoke (cai) Ai(bi), without noticing that the people around him were hearing Su Xiaoyue's words He was stunned for a moment.

Xie Jiaran was reminded.

That's right, he was so overwhelmed by the joy that he forgot to think about Liang Suinian.

What if he wasn't gay?

What should he do if he doesn't like boys at all, and is even very resistant to such things?

"..."

After filling out the information, Xie Jiaran returned the record book to Su Xiaoyue, turned her head and continued to practice without saying a word.

The corners of his mouth were pursed lightly, and the pink bubbles that had been silently exuding all morning disappeared.

The latter confirmed it, continued to collect information, and walked to Sun Han who was sitting diagonally with Xie Jiaran and the others at the front door of the classroom.

Handing over the record book, Su Xiaoyue saw that he was frowning tightly and looked irritable, so she couldn't help raising her eyebrows and asked: "What's wrong, my friend? Who recruited you again?"

"No."

Sun Han took the record book and filled it out. When he went back, he thought of something, raised his head and said to Su Xiaoyue: "Squad leader, can I ask you a question?"

Su Xiaoyue: "Yes, you can ask."

Sun Han considered the words: "What do you think... what is youth? If you were asked to express it in a painting, what would you paint?"

"Youth..."

Su Xiaoyue repeated it.

For some reason, when I heard this word, the first thing that came to my mind was the picture I just saw in Xie Jiaran's painting.

"I think it's probably the energetic teenagers on the basketball court in midsummer."

It is a scene that everyone has seen countless times, and she is no exception. She knows that the reality looks ordinary, even far less beautiful than that, but now she can't imagine what an ordinary stadium should look like.

The solidified good impression is amazing. When she closes her eyes now, when she thinks about the stadium, what she sees is the scene in the painting that has life.

Well, the answer is pretty standard.

Su Xiaoyue quickly left with the booklet, leaving Sun Han sitting in place staring at the drawing board thoughtfully.

Basketball...?

After sending a message to Liang Suinian in advance, Xie Jiaran went straight to the gymnasium after class.

Pushing the door open, Xiao Chi, Liu Maomao and some unknown boys were ignoring the rules and playing pitching and passing. Xie Jiaran looked around and did not see Liang Suinian, but Chen Wenyao, who was standing beside drinking water, took the initiative to greet him.

"Hello, classmate Xie, are you looking for Lao Liang?"

He pointed to a direction in the opposite corner: "He went to the equipment room to find the ball, why don't you wait for him here for a while, or go directly there?"

"No, I don't necessarily want to look for him." Xie Jiaran looked away from the equipment room, thought for a while, and turned to Chen Wenyao: "I can also look for you."

Pointing to his nose, Chen Wenyao said in surprise, "Looking for me?"

Xie Jiaran nodded, and asked politely: "Is that okay?"

"Of course." Chen Wenyao put down his hands, and said generously, "You can tell me what you want from me."

Xie Jiaran: "It's not a big deal, I just want to ask you something about Liang Sunian."

Chen Wenyao raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Xie Jiaran naturally dropped his hand to his side, with a calm face, carefully hiding his anxiety: "Liang Suinian, has he ever been in a relationship, has he ever had a girlfriend?"

Unexpectedly, he wanted to ask this, and Chen Wenyao couldn't react for a while.

It took two seconds to digest it, and was about to speak, when Xie Jiaran continued to ask: "Also, has he told you what kind of look he likes?"

When Liang Suinian came out, he saw Chen Wenyao turned his head and stared in the direction of the door in a daze, not knowing what he was looking at.

Throwing the new basketball he found to Liu Maomao, walked over and patted Chen Wenyao on the shoulder: "Hey, idiot, what are you looking at?"

"Speak well and others will attack you personally." Chen Wenyao snorted and said, "It's rare."

"What rarity?"

Liang Suinian looked in his direction, but saw nothing except the gate of the gymnasium.

"Don't look, you came back too late, and it's gone now."

Chen Wenyao turned around and came back: "Do you know who came when you went to the equipment room just now?"

Liang Suinian: "The dean or your father?"

Chen Wenyao: "...your ancestor!"

Liang Suinian raised his eyebrows: "Hey, do you still have this ability?"

Chen Wenyao rolled his eyes, forget it: "It's your roommate, Xie Jiaran just came."

"He." Liang Suinian said to himself: "Then you are really right, this is indeed my little ancestor."

Chen Wenyao: "What?"

"It's nothing." Liang Suinian asked, "He came to look for me? Then why did he leave again?"

"It's not like I'm looking for you."

Chen Wenyao put his shoulders on his shoulders, and said with an inscrutable expression: "Old Liang, let me remind you, I feel that you are going to have a big relationship."

Liang Suinian: "?"

Chen Wenyao: "Do you know what Xie Jiaran asked me just now?"

"He asked me if you've ever been in a relationship or had a girlfriend. He also asked me if I knew what kind of person you like. What does that mean? That's what it means to match you up and introduce someone to you."

Liang Suinian's smile froze for a moment.

Chen Wenyao didn't notice, he smacked his lips, and the blessings were all with a bit of sour lemon flavor: "Congratulations, brother, I don't know how good and beautiful the girl who can get the school girl as a matchmaker is, you are blessed!"

"Hey!"

Xiao Chi suddenly shouted loudly: "Those two over there, should they have had enough rest?! Hurry up and start the match. We only occupy the field at 07:30, and there is no need to fight any later!"

"Hey! Here we come!"

Wen Yao stretched his waist: "I want to turn jealousy into strength, and I won't say anything else. I will kick you ten or eight balls to vent my anger."

"Play well, don't talk in your sleep."

Liang Suinian gave him a push, and watched him jump into the arena to quarrel with Xiao Chi and the others, then turned to look in the direction of the door, and his smile gradually faded.

Thinking of what Chen Wenyao said just now that Xie Jiaran was going to introduce someone to him, for some reason, I always felt a little strangely uncomfortable.

"Brother Liang!" Xiao Chi was calling him: "What are you doing there! Come here quickly! You are the only one missing!"

"coming."

Liang Suinian responded, but only took a few steps forward and soon stopped again.

Facing the puzzled eyes on the opposite side, he raised his hands and said, "Forget it, I won't fight, and I will play next time."

"I suddenly remembered something urgent, so I'm going back to the dormitory first."