Li Miran has three picture books, one in high school and two in college, and she likes to nickname various medical terms so that she can remember them.

In her world, she likes paramecium, soleus muscle, duodenum and ...... most from her predecessors I don't like these names the most, such as biceps, T cells, etc., so it's hard to visualize Ebola when painting it.

Li Miran was confused and thought: "If you draw this virus for your child, what should you call it?"

"You call it a filamentous monster, yes, that's what it looks like. ”

Yu Jingen inadvertently reminded her, but she made a good start, and she met her intentions.

How well did he know her? perhaps more than herself.

Li Miran once discussed with her roommate and best friend Niannian too Jingen, and after she praised her wildly, Niannian asked: "You say, why does he like you?"

At that time, she sat by the window of the bubble tea shop, watching pedestrians shuttling and surging traffic, and the scenery on the street was different everywhere, even if it was the same way, it was also very different.

Wiping the spit star, holding her chin, she replied lightly: "I have it, he doesn't." "Her confidence is unbeatable.

Nian Nian bit the rabbit teeth of the straw and let go, and his jaw dropped in shock, "Also, he is a man after all." "How can a man have Li Miran's delicate appearance and bumpy figure.

The two girls were playing by the window, and finally they were tired, Li Miran's head was tilted on Niannian's shoulder, and he said for a long time: "I think it's because he thinks he understands me." You know, it's hard for me to understand. ”

She thinks it's hard to understand, but because she's an Aquarius, she's just a natural artist and often spooky.

"Do you think he thinks he understands you, but does he think he thinks he understands you?"

Thinking about the words, deliberately going around, Li Miran thought for a long time, scratched his hair, pouted, and said, "It should be...... Right?"

Now that I think about it, she is lucky, after all, there is someone in the world who understands her, and they used to be the only ones for each other.

It's just that......

If there were still people discussing Yu Jing'en now, she might stay away and retreat.

Why?

The prince of the pride of heaven married a princess who was outstanding, and the rest of the people could not go on the same path with him at all, which was a moral and ethical constraint.

A detour is realistic for her. Instead of indulging in the love of men and women, it is better to paint more.

……

Two days later, Li Miran sat in the office of Jiezhi Medicine, and she realized that she was really not the only one.

There are three young illustrators here, and there are four of them, but they are full-time, and she is only a temporary part-time worker, the kind who works two days a week.

She sat alone at the window, not greeting the others, sitting quietly, flipping through the materials and typing the draft, not even noticing that someone approached.

After fifteen minutes, she inadvertently raised her head and saw the man standing a foot away from her, his eyebrows were clear, and his cool black suit still couldn't hide his elegant appearance, except for the fiery red in his eyes, which was incompatible with it.

It was the color of her own red sweater.

I was stunned for a while, you see, in fact, there is no need to do it deliberately, they are already different.

The two looked at each other, and the first to look away was Li Miran, not embarrassed, but avoidant.

Yu Jingen couldn't ignore the coldness between her eyebrows, and took the lead in speaking, "The silky strange length is quite like a wishful knot." ”

There was no greeting or greeting, just talking about the painting in her hand.

Li Miran's pen tilted slightly, and paused, "It's not like, it dragged a long tail." In her heart, she didn't want to give beauty to this vicious virus, she wanted to paint it as a rough straw rope.

"Well, it looks like a broken straw rope. ”

Yu Jingen's words sounded above her head, and her heartbeat inadvertently skipped two beats. She moved, changed her position, turned her back slightly to him, and continued to paint.

After another two minutes, she felt that the man was still there, she lowered her head to paint, but she couldn't sit still, her breathing was stagnant, and she held it for a while, and finally opened her mouth.

"Mr. Yu, is there something wrong?"

With a voice of Mr. Yu, too raw, Yu Jingen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he squeezed the things in his hand behind him tightly......