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When summer is in full swing, Ruan Jing's busy but fulfilling and happy campus life is coming to an end.

The intensive training for the art students of No. [-] Middle School is about to start. They have to put aside their culture classes for a while and go to the off-campus studio to concentrate on painting.

This difficult period will start from this midsummer and last until the end of the art exam in December.

Lao Xu notified the time to go to the studio, and Ruan Jing came to the classroom to pack things the day before.

He looked around the classroom that he didn't like to stay longer on weekdays. Now that he was going to be away for a long time, he faintly felt a little bit of reluctance to leave before graduation. After all, he would leave the campus time, and when he came back, it was only half a year before graduation.

Obviously not long ago, he had a great time with his brothers at the art festival.

It seems that graduation is still far away.

Once he left, he would also be separated from Qin Xijue.

After the two were together, the days passed quickly, and he realized that the happy time was always not enough.

Although we can still find time to meet each other in the future, the training camp requires unified accommodation management, coupled with high-intensity training, and we can't stay by each other's side as leisurely as before.

Ruan Jing sighed inwardly, and packed his things sullenly.

Lin Bai watched from the side, completely unaware that he was leaving a fire pit and trying his best to change to another fire pit. He was very envious that he didn't have to go to class anymore: "Be happy, Brother Jing, you don't have to do homework anymore... Do you need help?"

Ruan Jing was almost done tidying up, and touched his carefree little head with his free hand. It may have been a long time since we parted, but the joking words stopped on his lips, and they were replaced by serious instructions: "You also study hard. , I will be in my third year of high school soon, so I will put away your sloppiness."

Lin Bai was taken aback for a moment, and then felt a sense of separation from the seriousness, and was a little at a loss: "...Yes, yes, I will come and play with you when I have time."

Ruan Jing responded with a smile, and then thought of something: "After Qin Xijue comes back, you ask him to come to Mingde Building to help me pack my things."

Qin Xijue was called to the office by Xiao Sheng, holding a bunch of things by himself, unable to send a message for a while, so he asked Lin Bai to pass the message on his behalf.

Lin Bai smiled nonchalantly, and teased, "Oh, go to such a hidden place as Mingde Building, and have sex?"

Ruan Jing raised his eyebrows at him, and responded generously to the other party's joke: "That's not true."

Lin Bai ate the dog food he picked up by himself, and was shown a face showing sore teeth, and waved his hand to make him slip away.

Ruan Jing walked around the resident small room in Mingde Building, and at a glance, sketchbooks and drawing paper were scattered in almost every corner, and there were too many of them, so he couldn't help but feel a little headache.

Fortunately, not long after, Qin Xijue came over.

Qin Xijue looked around at the manuscript papers in the room, there were even more papers than when he came last time, he couldn't help showing surprise in his eyes: "Do you want to pack them all up and go home?"

"That's okay," Ruan Jing said, "Take the important ones home, and move the rest to another classroom for storage... Maybe there will be no chance to come here again in the future."

When he returned to school, the art exam was over, so if he wanted to continue to focus on cultural lessons, there was no need to come here.

This place has been with him for too long. He has seen the scenery of day and night and the scenery of the four seasons here, and put them into the painting.

Paintings can be taken away, but they can only be left in memory.

At this time, the hut is full of summer sunshine, and the intermittent sound of piano and singing can be heard from the art building in the distance, as well as the rustling sound of the wind caressing the branches outside the window. Ruan Jing always felt noisy in the past, but now he wants to stop and listen for a while.

Perhaps it was Qin Xijue who saw the emotional ups and downs in his silence, walked over and squeezed his hand silently, Ruan Jing came back to his senses and smiled, and the two packed up together.

There are too many sketches. Ruan Jing draws in this room, and he is used to categorizing each drawing after each drawing, and to put homework at random after Lao Xu has finished checking. The sketches are always piled here and there.

This kind of time has passed for a long time without knowing it. Until now, he came to organize and read those drawings one by one. The quantity and the progress visible to the naked eye made him momentarily stunned.

He usually does not notice the passage of time, but the sketches clearly record the trajectory of his journey along the way.

On the table by the window alone, the sketches were spread so layer upon layer that the table could hardly be seen.

Qin Xijue sat on the chair beside him, quietly coordinating with him to tidy up without making a sound to interrupt his thoughts.

There were only the two of them in the room, and Ruan Jing put it away, thinking about the issues he had been thinking about in the past few days.

"Xi Jue," Ruan Jing suddenly said softly, "When I received the training notice, I went to check the scores and admission thresholds of a few schools I like... I seem to be far behind."

He has never been lazy in his daily study and practice. He has spent most of his time and effort on painting.

Such a gap made him feel dazed and depressed.

Ruan Jingfa murmured in a daze, his voice almost talking to himself at the end.

He suddenly felt the back of his hand warm up, turned his head, and it was Qin Xijue's hand covering him.

Qin Xijue looked at him: "So the meaning of the training camp is not to make up the gap?"

Ruan Jing nodded hesitantly, he naturally understood.

In the past, he might not have paid too much attention to such a gap. After all, he has always held the mentality of continuing to paint no matter which university he is admitted to. As for where to go, in his opinion, there is not much difference.

However, the root cause of his feeling of bewilderment and depression now lies in——

"...Sometimes I feel like I can't keep up with you."

Ruan Jing opened his mouth in a muffled voice, lowering his eyes to look at the two people's intertwined hands.

He seldom admits that he is inferior to others. He is a young man who is arrogant and arrogant. He always feels that there is nothing he cannot do, let alone he is not bad.

But Qin Xijue's excellence is top-notch, he has known this before.Now that they are lovers, the other party considers him in the future, and he also has to consider the future. Such a gap lies here, and he must face it squarely.

But the more we face it squarely, the more we feel that the gap cannot be narrowed.

As soon as the words fell, he couldn't help laughing when he heard Qin Xijue, as if he had said something wrong, he couldn't help but look up.

Qin Xijue dug his fingers into his, and gently scratched his palm with his fingertips.

Ruan Jing flinched timidly, but didn't withdraw his hand.

Qin Xijue's eyes were dotted with smiles: "What are you chasing me for? You got the wrong track."

Ruan Jing was a little confused and didn't understand what he meant.

Qin Xijue pondered for a while, his smile didn't diminish, but he was also a little serious.

"Xiaojing, your track is your professional field, you shouldn't watch me go forward. You should take the height of the industry as your direction."

Ruan Jing slowly opened his eyes wide.

Qin Xijue raised his other hand to caress his cheek, soft enough to comfort him: "And I am the one who will always be with you. You don't need to chase after me."

Ruan Jing was stunned at first, and then thought about Qin Xijue's words, his heart gradually became brighter, and the gloom in his heart dissipated, so he couldn't help laughing.

Qin Xijue was right, the gains and losses and gaps he was worried about couldn't be regarded as the main contradiction in his life at all.

If he rushes to narrow the gap between him and Qin Xijue, then he will never be able to catch up with Qin Xijue, because their tracks are not in the same field from the beginning.

But when two people are together, even if the track is different, it does not affect them to accompany each other.

Ruan Jing's heart throbbed for a while, and he couldn't help but silently leaned forward, hugged Qin Xijue's waist actively, buried his face in the crescent of his neck, took a deep breath, and then let out a muffled "hmm".

He felt the body he hugged stiffly, and then slowly relaxed.

Qin Xijue put his arms around his waist, and lifted his face from his neck with the other hand.

Ruan Jing blinked and looked at the person close at hand, noticing that the eyes of the other person had darkened, he moved his hand lifting his chin, and gently brushed his lips with his thumb.

Ruan Jing trembled for a while, and his breathing became lighter. Before he could get away with a blushing face, the hand on his lower back exerted a little force, which obviously meant confinement, and he was not allowed to escape.

His eyelashes fluttered helplessly, and he saw Qin Xijue's eyes darken, and he slowly approached, first a slightly chaotic breath fell on his lips, and then his warm and soft lips gently pressed against him.

Ruan Jing's eyes widened suddenly, and he didn't have any thoughts of running away—all his thoughts were cut off.

All his senses have failed, the only thing he can feel is the soft and light touch on his lips, and the familiar breath lingering in his nose, itchy and provocative.

The body was so tense that it was about to shut down, but the light peck was not in a hurry to leave, from the tentative touch to the nostalgic caress, and then the moist warmth swept across the gap between the lips...

At this moment, the blood all over his body came back to his senses, and rushed up involuntarily, making his cheeks and even the roots of his ears blush with embarrassment.

The person hugging him was also very nervous, his breath was trembling slightly, but there was no rush in his movements, he guided and waited slowly and patiently.

The other party's lips were really too soft, completely unlike his usual personality.

Thinking of this, Ruan Jing finally relaxed his stiff body, and his fingers were still tightly grasping the clothes around the waist of the other party, but he was involuntarily attracted by this tenderness, more of an urgent response from the heart, he was young Clumsily loosened, tentatively responding.

The room was too quiet, even the summer breeze passed by with light steps, gently flipping the corners of the drawing.

The two were completely immersed in each other's aura in the unprecedented contact.

Addicted and obsessed.

A moment later, Qin Xijue raised his hand to wipe the lips of the person in his arms, and silently touched the corners of his reddish eyes, without saying a word, and looked deeply at him with dark eyes.

Ruan Jing didn't dare to meet the other party's gaze, he lowered his head, buried his flushed face into Qin Xijue's neck, and it looked like he didn't intend to come out again.

Qin Xijue hugged the person quietly and smiled slightly.

Ruan Jing's thoughts didn't want to resume running for a while, and he couldn't remember his usual restraint and restraint at all, and obeyed and instinctively hugged the person he liked.

The heartbeat in my ear was a bit deafening, but if I listened carefully, it seemed to come from the chest that was close to my own.

After a while, Qin Xijue seemed to have calmed down, and a hoarse voice rang in his ears.

"Xiao Jing, the future direction is very broad, but my determination is also very serious."

Ruan Jing couldn't find the extra reason to think, he just engraved this sentence into his mind, and hugged Qin Xijue tightly to show that he heard it.

Qin Xijue's deep laughter rang in his ears, and the breath burned the tips of his ears a little.

The summer scenery of Mingde Building is too intoxicating, and the body temperature surrounding him is also very comfortable, Ruan Jing thought that he could still enjoy a moment in the warm embrace.

Unexpectedly, he underestimated Qin Xijue's vengeance and viciousness. Seeing him burying his head and refusing to look up, kisses lightly landed on the tips of his ears, his soft lips were still slowly rubbing the red spots on the tips of his ears, warm breath It also leaks into the cochlea.

Don't rush or panic, and meticulously practice the last "reciprocity".

Ruan Jing was so itchy that he finally couldn't sit still, he straightened up with his neck shrunk, and stared into his misty eyes to complain.

"You... Enough is enough!"

Qin Xijue tidied his messy hair in his arms, and was in a very good mood. Hearing this, he pretended to be puzzled: "Didn't you say you want to steal? It's only this level, is it worthy of these two words?"

Ruan Jing froze, his face turned even redder, and in his heart he scolded Lin Bai, the unlucky boy, for telling the truth. Isn't this lack of understanding?

Qin Xijue wantonly admired the other party's faltering and dodging eyes.

Those eyes are so clear that the shame full of shame is like colorful stones in a clear spring under the sun, crystal clear and clear.Her ears, which had been bullied for a long time, were pitifully red.

He was curious, what would happen to the other party if he came again for a while.

Tasted the sweetness that he had been thinking about all the time, but he didn't give up as soon as he saw it, and continued to hug the person in his arms possessively, holding his hand and interlocking his fingers.

Ruan Jing seemed to be trapped in a gentle trap, and wanted to get out, but rationally forced him to covet the warm body of the other party...it was already too late.

He could only blushed and watched Qin Xijue carefully play with his fingers, and the warm breath swept across the back of his neck.

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of get out of class that Ruan Jingxing managed to squeeze out some rationality from his dying head, and grabbed Qin Xijue's hand with his backhand: "...Ah, by the way, I have something to give you."

After speaking, he scrambled up and got up, his back was almost in a panic, he went to the other side of the table and found the folder with a whole book of Qin Xijue's portraits.

Qin Xijue was taken aback for a moment, took it over, and began to look through it.

Turning a page, I looked up at the person in front of me, with some surprise in my eyes.

He didn't expect that the date of signing the initial draft was so long ago that he didn't even realize his thoughts on this person.

It turned out that the other party had begun to pay attention to himself at that time.

Ruan Jing stopped looking at him, and slipped to the farthest cabinet to continue packing.

After tidying up for a while, there was no movement over there, so he couldn't help but sneak a glance, and saw Qin Xijue carefully admiring the pages of drawings by the window with a slight smile on his lips.

No matter how much he pretended to be nonchalant, the temperature on his face would not go away for a while.

The little fireworks in Ruan Jing's heart hadn't stopped yet, so he could only tidy up with his back turned to others.

There was warmth on the lips and the place touched for a long time, scratching the tip of his heart again and again.

After tidying up my mind blankly for a moment, I found that the drawings around me were even more messy...

He stood in a daze in the full sunlight, forgetting what he was here for.