you are the strawberry flavor

It was really shocking.

In the painting, he is standing not far from the entrance of a dilapidated alley where only half of the sunset can be seen. The garbage and unfinished buildings in the background are just a faint corner, using a depressing gray-black color.

But his body is a brown-gold full of power, his muscular arms are stretched out, as if to give someone a hand, facing the depths of the unpainted alley, his eyes seem to reflect light.

This painting is really disturbing.

Fallen, dilapidated, dark, yet so sunny and hopeful.

Those who looked at the painting would only think that the object of his hand was someone watching outside the painting, but only he knew that at the back of the alley was Qi Shuyi.

His Qi Shuyi.

This painting, with its strange mourning and beauty, overcame obstacles all the way, and was selected into the provincial and city exhibitions, which caused quite a stir.

It's just a pity that the competition in the National Art Exhibition was too fierce, and Qi Shuyi didn't win the award, but this work was enough for him to gain a firm foothold.

Zhang Yuan checked his status with his mobile phone. Although he was not by his side, he was still proud of him and the painting.

Because of this achievement, there is him.

Later, even his parents, who were usually busy collecting rent, found out about it, posted it in the family group to show off for a while, and asked him how he met such a skilled friend, but he was vaguely confused past.

At first, it was just a picture that became popular, it was no big deal, but when Zhang Yuan returned to school after his vacation, and when he was walking on the road, there were people pointing him out, for some reason, he suddenly remembered Qi Shuyi's words.

"You can never imagine how many inexplicable malice people have towards people in this world."

Now everyone just thinks of him as a model in the painting, and the discussion is out of good intentions, but the feeling of being stared at and questioned by others is really frightening.

He who had always been fearless was suddenly a little scared. If this well-intentioned discussion turned into a private relationship between him and Qi Shuyi, how ugly it would be.

Although he doesn't care, there's really no need to make it known.

The roommates who came back one after another also joked, and sighed incessantly while eating the special products he brought back.

"Yuan'er, it's ok, since when did you meet a master of fine arts! Last year, you were so bold that you skipped the exam to become the King of Hades, so you're going to be a model!"

"That's right, I was shocked when I saw it! I didn't expect our rough guy to be so artistic!"

"By the way, Qi Shuyi is sister-in-law, right?"

Zhang Yuan, who was making the bed and was about to change and wash the sheets, stiffened his fingers, and pretended to be relaxed and threw a pillow over: "Pull it down quickly! Gossip kills you!"

The roommate who was thrown with a pillow squinted his mouth and didn't say anything more. It was impossible to think about it, so he threw the pillow back, lowered his head and continued to eat.

Zhang Yuan turned his back to his roommate, flattened the bed sheet, and frowned slightly.

Qi Shuyi, who has been on the go, came back during the third week of school.

Zhang Yuan received a call in class, and was so happy that he almost hummed a little song in class. After class, he left his roommate behind, and hurriedly rode a small electric donkey to Qi Shuyi's rental house.

He opened the door, but the lights in the room were not turned on.

Zhang Yuan frowned, reached out to touch the light switch, and there was a "pop", and the light turned on brightly.

Qi Shuyi stood in the center of the living room wearing a solid-colored shirt, holding a bouquet of roses in his arms, and a pile of little dolls at his feet.

People who are already good-looking, standing in such a well-arranged scene, look even more beautiful.

Zhang Yuan swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and almost walked away along the abduction, stretched out his hand and rubbed the back of his head, walked over unnaturally and asked: "Look at you, what are you doing so pretentiously?"

Qi Shuyi didn't take it seriously, and stuffed the rose into his hand, with innocence and kindness written in his peach eyes.

"Although I feel that you don't particularly want it, but I bought it for you when I saw it."

Zhang Yuan hugged the flower, he felt awkward and uncomfortable, so he quickly looked down at the doll at his feet, and changed the topic.

"What about these?"

"Yes, I will buy it if I miss you, I think you will like it." Qi Shuyi gently hugged him, and kissed him on the lips, "I'm sorry, that painting pushed you to the forefront, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Only then did Zhang Yuan realize that Qi Shuyi was coaxing him?

"I'm an old man, I won't..."

"I don't care what others think of you, I'm happy to coax you anyway," Qi Shuyi bent down and took out a dog wearing a taekwondo suit from the doll, and rubbed it into Zhang Yuan's arms, "I've been busy for a while, so if I feel uncomfortable, go ahead Look for it to be with you, don't look for anyone else, I liked this dog at the first sight, it's strong..."

It's rare for Qi Shuyi to talk so much seriously, but Zhang Yuan can't listen to anything now, his heart is tight, and even his breathing is much faster.

I don't care what others think of you, I'm happy to coax you anyway.

This sentence is the most brilliant sentence he has ever heard.

From childhood to adulthood, he is tall, strong, free-spirited, and has a small mouth, which is the label printed on his body. Strength and strength are synonymous with him.

Everyone knows that Zhang Yuan's family background is good, he doesn't care about things, he has a big heart, he smiles all day long, and never has anything sad to take to heart.

Zhang Yuan is a man who is not afraid of pain or tiredness, so we rely on him, trust him, and give him the troubles and confusion in our hearts.

Because he is humorous, he is interesting, and he sees things openly, so everyone likes to chat with him.

But no one thought about who he could give his heart to.

There is no way, because everyone will not think that Zhang Yuan will also have emotional appeals and troubles.

Because he is Zhang Yuan, the heartless, unrestrained Zhang Yuan, it seems like a bottle of beer and a barbecue can get over such a big deal.

But today, Qi Shuyi told him, I'm sorry, are you feeling uncomfortable?I don't care what others think of you man, I just want to coax you anyway.

Zhang Yuan's eyes trembled, and the eyes that looked at Qi Shuyi trembled a little more.

It seemed that cracks had begun to appear in the obscurity of unfulfilled love that had always been between them.

Their relationship was initially limited because he was single for many years, he passively cooperated with the idea of ​​feelings, and Qi Shuyi's possessiveness in his bones and the artist's natural romance. It's also strange now, just for such a moment, a word...

"Qi Shuyi." Zhang Yuan sniffed suddenly, and said a little awkwardly.

Qi Shuyi was introducing the bought dolls one by one to him, and was taken aback by being called, and looked at him blankly: "What's the matter?"

"You don't think it's because that painting became popular that you started to tease me, right?"

"Yes, and no," Qi Shuyi replied ambiguously, and suddenly leaned into his ear and smiled in a low voice, "But I am very clear, Zhang Yuan, I will depend on you from now on."

There was a blur in front of her eyes, and in the blink of an eye, someone grabbed her arm and pressed it against the wall, and Qi Shuyi's long-lost kisses fell overwhelmingly.

Zhang Yuan was only stunned for a moment, then hugged him with his backhand, and responded fiercely.

In fact, he wanted to say, "I will also try to insist on you", but he is Zhang Yuan, and he couldn't say such words.