It's been so long, it's time to let it go.

Don't think crooked. This letting go is not the same as letting go.

He timidly withdrew his hand behind his back. With his hands clasped behind his back, he walked like a big man.

Because the painting has already been drawn, it is unreasonable to hold it like this.

Once in a while, I want to be a gentleman!

Zhang Yihang reluctantly let go of Zhao Yihuan's hand, which made Zhang Yihang feel a little distressed.

Let go this time, when will I be able to really hold your hand.

If, there is a next time, I will hold on tightly and not let go, believe me, no matter how many obstacles in this life, it will not stop me from holding your hand and going on.

Hide the words in your heart, what kind of good man are you, Zhang Yihang, you told her!

"Don't say it, don't say it, I don't say it, if you say it, you'll be slapped in the face!"

Hmph, coward.

"Today, the weather was nice. Do you want to go out together at night?" Mr. Zhang said.

Today's breeze and drizzle, it's still good weather, shouldn't I be thinking, let Zhao Yihuan come to work in the rain today, and get off work in the rain!

Zhang Yihang can't even talk to him, and he still claims to be a ghost in love. It's really a ghost, and in addition to the appearance, the brain is really not very good.

Zhang Yihang's EQ may have been in a negative equity state for a long time, and his IQ has been saddled with a huge amount of loans, so please, don't let your IQ become an imaginary number because of the negative EQ.

Zhang Yihang took a step and glanced at Zhao Yihuan. It is not a fair and upright act to peek, it is likely that it was discovered by so-and-so.

One chair was unfortunate enough to be the discoverer, so it was kicked.

The person who kicked it was even worse because his eyes were not good, and he was too upright, so he "threw himself into the street".

Who told him to put his eyes in front?

Man should be looking straight ahead, but he is willful and has to look behind him.

The real "wait and see" was actually unlocked by Zhang Yihang.

"We'll see", just walk and see. Now the ass is on the ground!

He didn't look ahead, so he had to look at the road with his ass, but his butt was crooked, and he couldn't see the ground, so he hit the chair.

Zhang Yihang didn't fall intentionally, he tripped up.

It's your stinky chair that trips me and makes me embarrassed in front of her.

Zhao Yihuan glanced at Zhang Yihang, and at a glance, the disgusted look was so vivid. However, Zhao Yihuan twisted his head to the other side, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Can you have a snack, how adult, it's still the same as a child", after Zhao Yihuan finished speaking, he glanced at Zhang Yihang twice.

The feeling of being disgusted, first like a flood beast rushed towards Zhang Yihang, and then Zhang Yihang felt the temperature of the flood, it turned out that it was warm, and suddenly his heart warmed up.

Being suddenly cared for, Zhang Yihang was very happy, and the expression on his face couldn't be hidden, he pursed his mouth and snickered. He felt warm in his heart, and his love became strong again.

Zhang Yihang raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, Zhang Yihang got up from the floor in three or two clicks, and then kicked the chair into the empty seat next to the sofa.

Zhang Yihang huffed back to his position, "That color grading, you can forget it according to your preference." Zhang Yihang turned on the computer, but turned his head sideways to the narrow gap and secretly looked at Zhao Yihuan, who was drawing.

"Either you'd better paint it yourself, or I'll say a lot of it later, and then I'll have to redo it. As soon as Zhao Yihuan looked up, he saw Zhang Yihang peeking, although he couldn't see his eyes, but his body was very honest and said the answer.

Zhao Yihuan immediately looked back at the other manuscript he was going to draw.

"That, you ......" Zhang Yihang just remembered some words, turned his head and forgot about it.

Speechless......

Zhang Yihang was very bored, because he also handed over his work to Zhao Yihuan, and now he was so idle.

If you're idle, you'll have to find something to do.

He picked up a document in a leisurely manner, and as a result, there were more and more papers on his desk.

"Is there a problem with this copywriting?" Zhao Yihuan threw the painting in front of Zhang Yihang again.

"I won't draw this, give it to you". Or, "I don't understand this, here you go." Or, "What's this, bullshit, here you go." ”

Zhao Yihuan, what the hell will she do, she sits in the company every day! There is no end to learning! But your realm is too unconscious, what you taught before is all scum, and you can't seep into it at all, there is no way, you can only use the word "poor" to describe it.

Zhang Yihang swallowed his anger, he didn't say a word, it was useless!

He had no choice but to draw silently, draw the final draft of the characters, and then use the drawing board connected to the computer to draw them one by one.

I can draw one on the computer in five minutes, and I will be lustful in ten minutes, even the number of shadows and the depth of the color are well grasped.

Zhang Yihang is the best at painting people, tall, short, fat and thin, with a wide waist and wide shoulders, sharp-beaked monkey gills, and shy flowers in the closed moon.

Painting is the most taboo heavy brush, requiring the lines to be drawn in one stroke, which can not only extend the integrity of the picture, but also highlight the softness of the lines, and reduce the complexity of the picture due to heavy brushwork.

Zhang Yihang's paintings precisely integrate this benefit.

"Not bad, keep up the good work!" Zhao Yihuan stood up and looked at a manuscript that Zhang Yihang was about to complete, the picture was completely drawn according to the requirements of the document, and he understood it too thoroughly.

After that, Zhao Yihuan threw another document in front of Zhang Yihang.

Zhang Yihang didn't buy it, threw the document back in front of Zhao Yihuan, and said, "I'm done painting, you still have to work overtime." ”

"Hmph, stingy. Zhao Yihuan put the documents back into his stack of papers.

I'm stingy, and I'll give you so many jobs.

It's so reasonable, it's generous. Fortunately, Zhao Yihuan didn't hear it, otherwise, the fifty-sixth cat and mouse battle would be staged again.

Zhao Yihuan drew very hard, drawing and drawing, and with a "jump", the pencil broke again.

This is the fourteenth pencil she broke this afternoon, so you old "fourteen" are really dead.

Each pen is broken, and the action is swift and breathtaking.

Pencils have a deep hatred for her, and they want to "click" them all.

Who knows?

Some were taken by Zhang Yihang, and some were thrown by Zhao Yihuan, anyway, a bunch of documents were divided into many copies.

One afternoon, there was only Zhang Yihang's busy figure and Zhao Yihuan's disgusting words.

Zhao Yihuan, who had completed the only task, fell asleep on the table. The whirring sound affected Zhang Yihang's work, after all, his heart had never been calm from that moment on.

Zhang Yihang picked up a paintbrush to draw a sketch for her, and wanted to note Zhao Yihuan's appearance at the moment, but she didn't seem to be very cooperative.

The long hair, tied loosely, and the broken hair in front of it is messy, and even if you play with it, it doesn't seem to be able to go behind the ears.

Zhao Yihuan didn't sleep very comfortably, it couldn't compare to the big bed at home, Zhao Yihuan's head often moved on the table, and the table was not very stable, so as soon as she moved, Zhang Yihang's pen shook. The straight line that Yue Huang drew was skimmed outward, and Zhang Yihang was in no mood to continue drawing.

He kept watching Zhao Yihuan sleep, just like before, watching Zhao Yihuan through the glass window as he was about to wake up.

Think about every day, every moment, when you wake up, the first thing you see is me.

But you don't like it, and you say I'm scary. It's hard to guess a woman's mind!

The silence at this moment interprets the meaning of the quiet years, no matter how much you don't like me, I still like you as always.

After a painting is completed, there are still thousands of paintings to be created, and she painted a maximum of ten paintings in one afternoon, and the rest are all Zhang Yihang's masterpieces.

The afterimage of the sunset, shining on Zhao Yihuan's face, what a soft color......

When Zhao Yihuan woke up, Zhang Yihang was already absent from the room.