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When Ke Yici opened his eyes, Wen Ling had already sat on the bedside and watched the whole movie. The two looked at each other, and Ke Yici asked, "What time is it?"

Wen Ling raised the phone screen to show him, it showed 11:37.

"Have you had breakfast?" Ke Yici asked.

Wen Ling nodded, he put down his phone and gestured 【Need me to go to the bathroom with you? 】

"That's not necessary." Ke Yici remembered the embarrassing behavior last night, sat up in embarrassment, and walked to the bathroom with his slippers on.Wen Ling stepped into the restaurant and put the soy milk and Roujiamo on the table into the microwave for 2 minutes.

After washing, Ke Yici walked out of the bathroom and came to the dining table. When he saw the hot breakfast, he said, "Wow, thank you." He opened the chair and sat down, took a sip of soy milk, and asked, "When did you get up?"

"Nine, thirty thirty." Wen Ling said, and he gestured [Can you learn to draw with me this afternoon? 】

"Okay." Ke Yici said, his eyes were blue and black, and his energy was listless, "I couldn't sleep last night."

Wen Ling thought it was the psychological shadow caused by the horror movie, so he apologized guiltily: "Yes, I'm sorry."

"It's not your problem." Ke Yici said, "It's an old problem." He took a sip of Rougamo and soy milk, quickly ended the battle, and took the plate into the kitchen to scrub.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when the car arrived at the small shop. There was a closed sign hanging at the door of the shop. It was unknown where Wen Ruixue had gone.Wen Ling took out the key and opened the door without flipping the sign. In the afternoon, Ke Yici was going to teach Ke Yici how to draw, but no one was watching the small shop downstairs, so Wen Ling simply locked the door and led Ke Yici into the upstairs studio.

"I want to read your album." Ke Yici said, "I didn't have a chance to read too much last time."

Wen Ling gestured [I'll show you during the break, today I'll teach you how to draw a magpie. 】

Magpies are Wen Ling's enlightenment animals. This clever black-and-white bird has infinite charm, which attracts Wen Ling to stop and watch their every move.

Ke Yici sat down at the table, Wen Ling took out a snapshot of a magpie and a piece of paper, and said, "Trace."

"Huh?" Ke Yici held a pencil and looked confused.

[Copy photos. 】Wen Ling gestured, 【You try first. 】

"Okay." Ke Yici frowned, patiently drawing the outline of the magpie little by little.

Wen Ling sat by the side and did not stare at Ke Yici to check the progress. That would be too stressful. He took a blank piece of paper and drew the different postures of the magpie according to his memory.Spreading their wings, standing on the branches, playing and pecking at the fruits, the magpies on the paper are lively, lifelike, arrogant and domineering, quite like a big brother of the corvid family.

Ke Yici is a beginner. He is not confident in writing. His lines are crooked.

Wen Ling took out the blank paper, adjusted it on the basis of the draft, and then returned the revised drawing to Ke Yici, asking him to redraw it according to this ratio.

After doing this four or five times, the posture of the bird gradually changed from deformed to normal. Even at the end of the one-hour class, Ke Yici drew a fat magpie, although it was not as dexterous as Wen Ling's. It is better than being simple and honest.

Wen Ling gave a thumbs up, put down his pen, and said, "Take a rest, ten minutes."

"Okay." Ke Yici cheered like a primary school student, stood up and went to the bookcase, bent down and pulled out a 2008 picture album.He opened the cover, and the first drawing was painted black with crayon. He thought it was a draft paper, and there was a label on the upper right corner, [2008.9.15, the first day].

Why is this day the first day?

A question mark appeared in Ke Yici's heart. He glanced at Wen Ling who was looking at his phone at the table, and turned over the second painting with his head down.The picture is still in heavy and depressing dark colors, and the rough texture of crayons adds to the weird and treacherous atmosphere.In the middle of the picture, there is a ginger-colored dirt road, which conforms to the rules of perspective, with a near width and a far narrow distance. Thin branches protrude from both sides of the road. It does not look like a road, but a thick centipede.The shadowy houses in the distance of the picture, without any light sources such as the moon, stars or street lamps, look eerie.

It was hard to imagine that this was something Wen Ling drew.

Ke Yici thought that the childhood of a child with Wen Ling's personality should be full of flowers and carefree. In 2008, Wen Ling was about six years old.Shouldn't six year olds be painting something sunny?Why does it seem so deviant?

Turning another page, a huge mosquito appeared in the center of the screen. The mosquito's slender mouthparts were strewn with a row of villains. Under the mosquito's legs stood two children holding hands, a man and a woman. Creepy.

Wen Ling put down his phone and saw Ke Yici standing motionless in front of the bookcase, so he stepped forward and patted the other person on the shoulder. Unexpectedly, the man trembled in fright, closed the picture album abruptly, and looked at Wen Ling in panic .

Wen Ling tilted his head incomprehension, Ke Yici was really timid, and could be frightened easily.

"Ah, is it time for class?" Ke Yici put the album back in place as fast as he could in his life, quickly sat down at the desk, picked up a pencil and asked courteously, "What shall we draw?"

Wen Ling sat back at the table without knowing why, and showed Ke Yici some of the magpies he had drawn, and said, "Describe, this."

"Okay, no problem." Ke Yici agreed, he erased the image of mosquitoes killing people in his mind, and concentrated on describing the flying posture of magpies.

There was a "bang bang" knock on the door downstairs, probably Wen Ruixue came back, Wen Ling went downstairs to open the door, Wen Ruixue came in with a bag of snacks, and handed it to Wen Ling: "Tongtong and I went to the movies Well, this is for you."

"Thank you." Wen Ling carried the snack bag.

"Is Brother Ci upstairs?" Wen Ruixue asked.

Wen Ling nodded.

"What movie did you watch last night?" Wen Ruixue walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, and rinsed his arms with cold running water to relieve the heat.

"Horror movie." Wen Ling said, "I haven't watched it, it's over."

"Is there no air conditioner at Brother Ci's house? I'll let you watch a horror movie to cool off the heat." Wen Ruixue pulled a napkin to wipe her hands, "Grandpa has been talking about you all night, so I'm afraid I'll lose it again."

Wen Ling went upstairs with snacks, opened a bag of shrimp crackers and put it on Ke Yici's left hand, and said, "Eat."

"Brother, I'm going out." Wen Ruixue called from downstairs, "Don't wait for me to eat tonight."

Wen Ling stood on the steps, leaned out of the handrail, and asked, "Go, where?"

"Oh, I'm looking for a classmate to play." Wen Ruixue turned her back to Wen Ling, not knowing what she was up to, her expression was a little unnatural, she took her mobile phone and left the store, waving her hand, "Bye bye." As the store door closed, Wen Ling seemed to be aware of it Something was wrong, he walked to the window and watched Wen Ruixue cross the intersection under the sun and gradually drift away.

"I'm done."

Ke Yici's words drew Wen Ling's attention back. He attributed this little abnormality to his sensitive nerves, so he returned to the table to guide Ke Yici's painting.Picking up a pencil to modify the angle of the wings on the screen, adjusting the overall structure slightly, and writing down a few suggestions, Wen Ling pushed the paper in front of Ke Yici.

"Okay, I'll change it." Ke Yici said.

Wen Ling turned on the tablet and brought up the calendar. There were still twelve days until the end of the summer vacation. He drew a circle on the date of the first day of school and sighed reluctantly.

Like many college students, Wen Ling doesn't like to go to school, not because of academic difficulties, but mainly because of daily communication.He is a day student who is used to being alone, and his superior family background has created a gap between him and his classmates. In addition, the university has less restrictions on students, Wen Ling has almost no chance to participate in group activities .When he was a freshman, he joined the volunteer club and was responsible for the poster design, but he only focused on completing the task, because he couldn't speak, and offline volunteer activities declined him.

"What's the matter?" Ke Yici noticed Wen Ling's unhappiness, and stopped writing to ask.

Wen Ling pointed to the date in the red circle on the calendar and said, "School starts."

"School is good." Ke Yici said, "I can go directly to Yangmei to play with you then."

Wen Ling looked at Ke Yici and gestured [Do you want to continue learning to draw? 】

"Okay." Ke Yici said, "When you start school, I'll take you to escape from the secret room." He gave Wen Ling a blueprint for the future, "Rent an RV and let's go to Yesanpo, or to Chengde for the summer. You You will be a senior at the beginning of school, do you have any plans?"

[I've signed up for research. 】Wen Ling gestured, 【Continue to study painting at Yangmei. 】

"That's great, we can play as much as we want." Ke Yici cheered.