you better be

It was Yan Zimi who turned his gaze away first, and even sat back a little towards him.

He put his pen on the paper again and asked Pei Huan, "Are you listening to me?"

Pei Huan also turned his gaze back to the drawing paper: "It's a bit complicated," he felt slightly outrageous: "I can't draw."

Yan Zimi curled his lips and picked up the eraser: "Then let's draw this piece easier."

He said it lightly, but actually Yan Zimi's mind began to drift.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Pei Huan's lips were less than ten centimeters away from the tip of his nose just now, as long as he raised his head, he could easily kiss her.

Tonight's self-help ambiguity was a little full by him, he was really afraid that he would do something wrong impulsively.

At this moment, although Yan Zimi continued to draw, his heart was already beating badly.

His ears were red, and his face must have been red too.

Fortunately, he was sitting close to the painting, with his hair blocking it. Pei Huan shouldn't be able to see anything when he looked at his painting so seriously.

It didn't take long for the pencil to make a base, and Yan Zimi finished it with two or three swipes.

It just so happened that he accidentally rubbed the paint on his hand just now, so he simply handed the pen to Pei Huan.

"I'm going to wash my hands." Yan Zimi stepped back a little and stood up: "You can adjust the color now."

Pei Huan smiled: "You think I will?"

Yan Zimi was helpless: "You have to draw it yourself."

Pei Huan: "I don't know, Teacher Yan."

Yan Zimi: "No way, you still dare to buy the biggest one."

Pei Huan looked up at Yan Zimi: "Are you criticizing me?"

Yan Zimi said clearly: "Yes."

Pei Huan smiled: "I was wrong."

Yan Zimi pursed his lips and smiled: "If you make a mistake, just wait for me to come back."

Yan Zimi also felt that it was not his fault that he could enjoy the self-help and ambiguity of this atmosphere.

It was Pei Huan who fed him.

Straight men are annoying.

Yan Zimi went to wash his hands, Pei Huan sat bored and picked up the paint that Yan Zimi had squeezed and put aside.

He picked up another pen from the bucket, as if trying to bring out a certain color in the photo.

He still has a little understanding of simple color matching, what red and blue is purple, what yellow and blue is green.

Pei Huan was turning his mind quickly to the palette, when the sudden light on the table next to him caught his attention.

It was Yan Zimi's phone, and there was a WeChat message on it.

Pei Huan didn't want to read it, but Yan Zimi could see the news directly on his mobile phone, and Pei Huan happened to be a fast reader.

So Pei Huan saw it, it was from a friend named Lin Jie, and asked Yan Zimi: "How are you and your male god?"

Pei Huan's hand paused, and a touch of red was drawn by him.

"Yes, adjust the color of the background first," Yan Zimi came back, and said, "I also need to add some yellow."

Pei Huan looked down at the board, followed Yan Zimi's words and ticked the yellow again.

Yan Zimi threw the tissue into the trash can, sat down at the original position, took the phone, and pointed to the blank space on the palette: "Tune it here, it feels almost enough."

After speaking, he turned on his phone.

Then he glanced at Pei Huan who was grading, tilted his body calmly, and replied to Lin Jie.

Yan Zimi: "Straight men are so hateful"

Lin Jie replied in seconds: "Tell your stories!"

Yan Zimi: "Go back and say, we are painting"

Lin Jie: "Draw together?"

Lin Jie: "Is it in your studio?"

Yan Zimi: "Yes"

Lin Jie: "It's not just the two of you."

Lin Jie: "Couldn't it just happen that the two of you are sitting together and drawing a picture!"

Yan Zimi: "Yes"

Yan Zimi: "Yes"

Lin Jie: "Okay, then I won't bother you anymore."

Lin Jie: "Draw well!"

Yan Zimi put down his phone and found that Pei Huan was still at the original step.

Yan Zimi: "Why are you out of tune?"

Pei Huan suddenly asked, "Why are you wearing two identical bracelets?"

Yan Zimi looked at his wrist and said oh.

I washed my hands and rolled up my sleeves just now, and now the two almost identical bracelets on my wrist are particularly conspicuous.

"My mother bought it for me," Yan Zimi said helplessly, "I specially asked my brother to bring it here."

Said it was one for Yan Zimi and one for Yan Zimi's little girl, and asked Yan Zimi to wear it and take a picture for her to see.

Yan Zimi was very helpless, and immediately went to tell her mother that there was no, and her mother let her put it aside, saying that she would definitely be able to give it away in the future, and bought everything.

Yan Zimi immediately put them on and showed his mother, he wears both, and he doesn't have a little girl.

"I just put it on this afternoon, and I didn't have time to take it off when I came to the studio." Yan Zimi said.

Pei Huan looked at the bracelet, and suddenly asked, "Is that your brother at the school gate this afternoon?"

Yan Zimi was slightly surprised: "How do you know? Did you see it?"

Pei Huan: "I see."

"My cousin, just come over and give me this, and take a look at the school." Yan Zimi looked at Pei Huan with some displeasure: "If you see me, don't call me."

Pei Huan actually didn't know why he wasn't called Yan Zimi at that time, maybe there were too many people at the school gate.

"Cousin," Pei Huan repeated inexplicably, and also explained: "Seeing that you are busy, the school bus will leave when it comes."

Yan Zimi pouted: "Okay."

"But if you look carefully, they are still different." Yan Zimi showed Pei Huan the small gold pendant on it: "This one is a star, and this one is a plucking star."

Pei Huan raised his eyebrows: "Your mother asked you to wear two?" He looked at Yan Zimi with a smile: "Isn't it?"

Yan Zimi tilted his head, and put his hand directly in front of Pei Huan: "Does it look good?"

Pei Huan: "It's pretty nice."

Yan Zimi passed his hand a little further: "This button is difficult to untie, please help me untie one."

Pei Huan put down his pen: "Which one do you solve?"

Yan Zimi: "Find the one you like."

Pei Huan only thought that Yan Zimi didn't want to wear it anymore, so he deliberately picked it up and unbuttoned the star-catching button.

Yan Zimi took Zhaixing and said to Pei Huan, "Give me your hand."

Before Pei Huan could move, Yan Zimi pulled Pei Huan's hand over and put the star picking ring on his wrist.

While wearing them, he said, "Of course my mother didn't mean for me to wear two."

Yan Zimi said and buttoned the strap: "She asked me to give the other one."

The other half of the future.

"The person I want to send." Yan Zimi said.

The voice fell, and the button was fastened with a click.

In response to the sound of the buckle, Pei Huan seemed to be scratched somewhere.

He looked into Yan Zimi's eyes, and smiled slowly: "Just send me off?"

Yan Zimi handed over his palm: "You can return it to me if you don't."

Pei Huan withdrew his hand: "Mine."

Putting the bracelet on Pei Huan, Yan Zimi sat down solemnly, and pushed it unnaturally...

Ah, he's not wearing glasses today.

So he pushed the air dryly.

"Thank you Yan Zimi." After a few seconds, Pei Huan said.

Just talking, and rubbing Yan Zimi's hair twice.

Yan Zimi didn't want to laugh at first, but when Pei Huan thanked him so plainly, he smiled slightly again: "Just thank you?" He didn't turn his head to look at Pei Huan, but said to the painting: "I don't know Whoever said it, just say it if you like it..."

Before Yan Zimi finished speaking, Pei Huan interrupted him.

Pei Huan: "I like it very much."

Yan Zimi's heart fluttered again: "Oh."

Although Pei Huan hadn't had much experience with painting, he was still very good at learning it.

Yan Zimi demonstrated how to adjust the color, and Pei Huan learned it by looking at it with his eyes. Yan Zimi explained why he should paint this piece first, what kind of brush and technique should be used for such sunshine, he said and did it all over again , Pei Huan learned.

Of course, Yan Zimi had to praise Pei Huan like a child: "That's great, you learn so fast."

Pei Huan laughed: "Of course our teacher Yan taught well."

Of course, it is impossible to finish such a large painting in one night, you can only paint as much as you can.

Of course, Yan Zimi was ready to stay here with Pei Huan for a long time, but unexpectedly, it was only nine o'clock when Pei Huan suddenly threw the pen in his hand into the bucket.

"Okay," Pei Huan said, "Get off work."

Yan Zimi was stunned for a moment: "Stop painting?"

Pei Huan: "We can't delay Teacher Yan from getting off work."

Yan Zimi shook his head: "No delay."

Pei Huan: "Next time."

He also followed Yan Zimi's example and made a posture of riding a motorcycle: "Next time I will ride a bicycle to be Teacher Yan's student."

Yan Zimi laughed: "Okay."

Yan Zimi has to come to the studio three times a week, only when he has a class, he is accompanied by someone, other times, if there are no guests, Yan Zimi will sit alone until he gets off work at nine o'clock.

It seems to be completely different today, his guests are also his seniors, his teacher is also his student.

After he gets off work, I will accompany him to turn off the computer, turn off all the lights, and go out with him side by side.

After closing the gate, Pei Huan asked Yan Zimi: "Which bus do you usually take back to school? No. 1 or No. 203?"

Yan Zimi put the key in his palm: "I usually... take a taxi back."

Pei Huan smiled and took out his phone.

Yan Zimi pressed Pei Huan's hand down: "But today I want to take the bus," he chose: "Route 1."

Pei Huan said, "The bus is very slow."

Yan Zimi: "Sit down."

Pei Huan laughed: "Okay."

I didn't expect the No. 1 bus to wait so long. The bus arrived just after the two arrived at the bus station.

On non-weekends, this route did not go to lively neighborhoods. Obviously, there were very few people on the bus, and there was no one in the rows behind.

After getting in the car, Yan Zimi followed Pei Huan and sat down in the second row at the back. Just as he was seated, a gust of wind blew Yan Zimi's hair into mess.

But soon, Pei Huan closed the window.

Yan Zimi straightened his bangs, and heard Pei Huan ask him, "Are you curly?"

Yan Zimi shook his head: "Teacher Tony did it."

Pei Huan laughed.

Yan Zimi was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

Pei Huan: "Are you the one who told the cold joke seriously?"

Yan Zimi raised his chin naturally: "Is it not possible?"

Pei Huan nodded with a smile: "Of course."

Sitting bored, Yan Zimi simply looked up how long it would take to go back to school on the No. 1 bus.

The software shows that the peak period is 30 minutes, and the fastest is 20 minutes.

Yan Zimi is very satisfied.

After one stop, the car stopped a girl who also looked like a student.

After she got in the car, her eyes seemed to linger on Yan Zimi and Pei Huan for a few more times, and then she sat down across the aisle in the back row.

"Senior," the car started again, Yan Zimi asked Pei Huan: "I haven't asked you yet, how is this competition?"

Pei Huan didn't answer Yan Zimi's question, but suddenly put his hands on the backrest in the front row and turned to look at Yan Zimi.

"Why do you sometimes call me by my name, and sometimes call me senior?"

Yan Zimi: "I'm calling you anyway."

Pei Huan shook his head: "It's true that I'm called by my name, not necessarily senior," he said, "You call everyone senior."

Yan Zimi: "Then what can I do, those above the sophomore year are all seniors."

Pei Huan shook his head dissatisfied, and propped up his chin with one hand: "No."

Yan Zimi: "Why not?"

Pei Huan said: "You couldn't sleep that night, what did you secretly call me?"

Good guy, Yan Zimi's ears turned red when he said this.

Then, in a flash, her face was flushed red.

There were no outsiders, of course Pei Huan laughed and patted Yan Zimi on the head.

But he didn't say anything.

Yan Zimi immediately covered his face with his sleeve.

So Pei Huan still heard the "brother".

Help, help.

But since Pei Huan was in a daze at the time, Yan Zimi could pretend to be stupid: "What's my name?"

Pei Huan said in a long voice: "I don't admit it."

Yan Zimi is so hot.

Yan Zimi continued to play dumb: "What? No."

Pei Huan smiled: "Okay, no."

After such a encounter, Yan Zimi's heartbeat couldn't stop.

The car crossed another street, and his palms were still warm.

Suddenly, another gust of wind blew in from unknown window, blowing Yan Zimi's bangs up a bit.

Blown by the wind, Yan Zimi's mind might also go a little crazy.

He leaned a little closer to Pei Huan, and first said to Pei Huan, "Yes."

Pei Huan didn't react for a while: "What's the matter?"

Yan Zimi smiled at Pei Huan, put one hand on the front seat, and covered his mouth with the other, putting it close to Pei Huan's ear.

Just like that night, Yan Zimi yelled in a voice that only Pei Huan could hear.

"elder brother."

After shouting, he immediately came back and sat down.

Pei Huan was obviously taken aback.

Then he laughed.

After a few seconds he looked down and smiled again.