The whole world knows that she likes Yi Yang Qianxi

On May [-]st, I invited her to our show.

She had something to do in the morning, and when she came over in the afternoon, only Qian Xi had already put on her make-up, so she asked him to go down to pick her up, but after going down for a long time, she didn't bring anyone up.

I looked at my expressionless self in the makeup mirror, suddenly pushed the makeup artist away and went downstairs.

I don't know why I did this, but suddenly there was a strong sense of uneasiness.

Xiaoyuan put on her makeup before I did, and came back from visiting the dressing room next door just in time to bump into me.

I rushed out too hard, and he was knocked down by me and fell to the ground.

After helping him up, the impulse just now gradually calmed down.

In the corridor on the lower floor, I found Qian Xi leaning against the wall.

As soon as she came out of the bathroom, Xiao Yuan jumped at her. I stepped forward and carried Xiao Yuan to the corner, but I didn't miss Qian Xi's sentence "there is no money on the ground".

A tone of lesson.

I felt strange and looked over at them.

I saw their mouths opening and closing, but my ears were filled with the sound of boiling water, humming, and I couldn't hear anything clearly.

Until Xiao Yuan broke free from my grip and rushed towards Qian Xi again.

Qian Xi looked at her with wide-open eyes full of worry, regardless of how her body moved, she subconsciously went to protect her.

I have always known that Qianxi is a person who can take care of others, but that kind of tension... I have never seen it before.

At that moment, my anxiety rose to a peak, and maybe I was a little angry.

Although I don't know who I'm mad at.Was it her who was surprised but didn't resist at all when she was hugged, or was it him who became like this when I didn't know, or was it me who still dare not face the truth?

I took her away.

She actually knew Brother Weilan.Even after the event, Brother Weilan specially came to our dressing room to invite us to have supper together.

Brother Xiao Ma was very happy, but when I saw his slightly disappointed expression after wandering around the room for a week, I knew that he was a drunkard.

But Brother Fat Tiger thought of her and asked me to ask where she was, so I could only take out my cell phone and make a call.

I didn't tell her that Wei Lan was here, and seemed to want to find her, and I wouldn't even take the initiative to tell anyone that she knew Wei Lan.

I know, this idea is very naive, but I just want to keep her "secret" alone.

This is, she just told me.

The day Xiaoyuan and Qianxi moved out of her house, I was very happy, and I deliberately went to ask her questions at night.

However, I really didn't expect that she would open that can of Coke and pour herself all over her face.

I didn't expect that when I saw Qianxi calling, I would throw away all the tutors and pick up someone else's phone.

Moreover, he deliberately said such misleading words.

It never occurred to me that even though I had already achieved this step, he would still come.

Every second they stood in the porch talking was a torment for me.

The hot water boiled long ago, but I chose a "appropriate" time to take it out.

I couldn't contain the darkness that was slowly growing in my heart.

In her heart, I am not as good as Qian Xi.

This thought is like a virus, eroding my sanity bit by bit.

I tossed and turned all night, and "abducted" her back to Chongqing the next day.

She trusted my words so much that she never thought that I would lie to her.

Because in her heart, I was just a lovely and serious tutor.

Only.

If she doesn't have the consciousness of being loved, she will turn a blind eye to many things.Or maybe she wasn't looking at all.

Yesterday I told my parents that I was going home to record a show, but it would be inconvenient for them to be at home, so I booked them a ticket for this morning and let them go out to play.

They have been very supportive of my work. They only asked me if I was tired recently and if I had a good meal, and they didn't ask much else.

So, it was just the two of us left at home.

Although she has a studio at home, and there are still paintings in the studio, but I have been together for more than a month, and I have never seen her paint.

However, I discovered that she brought a drawing board to my house, and what she was drawing was the unfinished painting in the middle of the studio.

She filled up that depressing painting, and then filled it with a few strokes.The feeling is completely different.

The golden light shining through the dark clouds makes people feel hopeful when they look at it.

I like this painting, and every time I go back to the bedroom to get something or wake her up, I can't help but look at that painting quietly.

But after watching it for a long time, I feel jealous again.

If this painting is someone else, then I am jealous of this person, even if it is just a blurred back, even if he is walking out of her world, but first, he was once in her world, and second, she used the paintbrush forever Leave him in her painting.

But she said that this painting is actually her own, so I can only be jealous of the person who asked her to draw this painting.

It was probably because my sight was so existential that one day, she proposed to draw a picture for me.

On the day the college entrance examination ended, I received that painting.

It was drawn from a picture of me in Pikachu pajamas.

Although I couldn't be her model in person, I was already very happy.

I also know that I won't be the most special one, but seeing her painting for Qianxi, I can't help but feel a very unfriendly feeling from the bottom of my heart.

There were several people who went to the art exhibition together that day, and the most prominent two should be a pair of twins.

The one who was about the older brother came to me when she was being pulled away by her teacher to talk.

He asked me: "Do you think the painting is good? Is it worth investing?"

I turned my head and glanced at him, then looked at the painting again, with an indifferent expression: "Okay... I don't know if it's good or not, I don't understand these things."

Listen to me, he was silent.

That unfriendly mood prompted me to continue in an almost harsh tone: "Anyway, as far as this painting is concerned, I don't like it."

He smiled and said in a low voice: "Heroes see the same thing."

Then I looked at him seriously in a blink of an eye. He gave me a business card and invited me to his company. I read the business card and knew that he was the CEO of a well-known entertainment group. I refused.

Back at the hotel, Brother Xiao Ma explained a few words and left me to rest alone.

I sat on the sofa until the neon lights outside the window gradually rose, then stood up, went to the suitcase on the bed and squatted down.

When I opened the suitcase, there were neatly folded clothes inside. After removing the top layer, there was a framed painting in the middle, and the bottom was still clothes. I was worried that it would be "injured". It is sandwiched between soft clothing.

This year, as long as I am on a business trip, I will take it with me. Anyway, it is a flat photo frame and does not take up much space.

I picked it up, and I can still see the large yellow in the night.

This is a color that can make people feel warm, but when I look at it, I feel that the blood all over my body is cold.

I squeezed the photo frame more and more tightly, and when I heard a sound of glass shattering and came back to my senses, I realized that I had smashed it against the wall.

I probably used a lot of strength, and the wooden frame was smashed and fell to different places.

The canvas is laden with scattered shards of glass, making it look pitiful.

I stood there for a long time, when my eyes gradually blurred, I felt my legs walk over spontaneously, squatted down, picked up the painting with my hand, carefully dusted off the glass on it, and then tightened it tightly. Hug tightly to your chest.

Maybe it wasn't dusted clean, and the debris left on it hurt my hands.

My chest also hurts.

Probably, it was the shards of glass left on the canvas held in front of the chest, which accidentally got stuck into the piece of flesh in front of the chest.

But it doesn't seem to be the case, because the pain in the chest doesn't seem to be as good as the pain in the palm of the hand, it just stays on the surface.

Photo frames are flat and don't take up much space, but people are different.

The author has something to say:

Hey, I want to start an article with Wang Yuan as the main character, tentatively titled "Hi, I'm Wang Yuan".

It tells the story of Xiaoyuan, who loves to play pranks, and a blind motorcycle girl.

Probably after the end of "Four Seasons"~

In addition, I want to write an extra adult article about Qianxi, hey, you guys understand, if you want to read it, deduct 1~