12. Each other
There are books spread out on the desk, and a few rays of sunlight are reflected on the books, making it seem that the weather in the afternoon is a little warm and suitable.
Wen Yu looked at Han Fang and flipped through the books, and suddenly a feeling of tranquility and good years rose, the other party seemed to feel that he had detected his gaze, smiled sideways, his eyes were bent into a crescent moon with satisfaction, that smile was simple and innocent, just pure pleasure, and people were reluctant to look away.
Han Fang's eyes moved to the corners of Wen Yu's broken lips, "Does it hurt?" β
The small wound that he didn't feel anything gave Han Fang such a question, and the inexplicable feeling throbbed, which made Wen Yu think back to the kiss that day, and his face was a little red for a while, and his breathing was unconsciously chaotic, I don't know why as long as he was by this person's side, he couldn't help but be bewitched by the other party, until the man leaned against his ear and said very softly: "The weather is so good today, why don't we do something interesting." β
The breath was sprayed on Wen Yu's earlobe, and the person was almost close, as if he would kiss him in the next second. At that moment, Wen Yu's mind was in a mess, and he blushed and didn't know which direction to go, "You ......"
Han Fang was puzzled: "What's the matter, doesn't the teacher like to draw with me?" β
It turned out to be a painting......
Wen Yu also understood that Han Fang was deliberately teasing him, and he didn't know what to say when he was so ruthless, Han Fang laughed when he saw him, and raised his eyebrows maliciously, "What was the teacher thinking just now?" Why is your face so red? β
Wen Yu couldn't say anything shameful to fight back against Han Fang, he just pursed his lips and whispered, "It's not because you ......"
Han Fang made a sad look: "Then I made the teacher angry, what should I do......"
He raised his last note: "That's ......"
The kiss fell on his forehead.
"Still ......"
The kiss landed on his cheek.
"Or ......"
Wen Yu's lips were carefully kissed, he felt that the person in front of him carefully licked the bite place, this kind of gentleness almost made Wen Yu cry, he was a little greedy for the warmth in front of him, this delicious taste made him reluctant to let go, Han Fang's eyes were also very gentle, this gentleness deceived the person in front of him, so that Wen Yu had an illusion that he was liked by Han Fang.
After kissing quietly for a while, Han Fang suddenly said, "Wen Yu." β
"Huh?" It should be very soft.
"Let's do something fun."
Wen Yu blushed and hummed, and then Han Fang grabbed his hand and brought him to the ...... under Wen Yu's expectant eyes Studio.
Temperature: ...... whatγ
It turned out to be really a serious painting.
The studio looks a little empty, and the location has a good view, and you can see the beautiful scenery outside at any glance. Several of the paintings on display are covered with white cloth to prevent dust from falling.
"I used to come here a lot to paint, and the psychology teacher said it would help relieve my feelings. I didn't believe it at first, I thought it was nothing, but then I really became addicted to painting. It's a pity that when I go abroad, I don't have the feeling of wanting to paint. β
Wen Yu captures the keyword, "Psychology teacher? β
"The old man in my family said that my temper is too bad, I must be sick, and I have to go to see it without taking medicine." Han Fang said casually, in his eyes, this is all heredity.
"Can I open it and take a look?"
Han Fang squinted at him, his eyes soft, "Why not?" (Why not?) οΌ
Wen Yu was completely stunned as soon as he opened it.
The portrait of a woman is painted in front of her, the woman's eyebrows are delicate and beautiful, and her smile looks warm and soft, she is somewhat similar to Han Fang, Han Fang's voice came from behind Wen Yu: "This painting is my mother, I have seen her wedding photos with the old man." It's really blind for such a beautiful person to be with an old man. β
Although he said that, Han Fang's tone was a little lonely and lonely, and his eyes looked at the painting with nostalgia.
The woman was beautiful as if she was about to come out of the painting, Wen Yu pursed her lips and looked at it for a while, then turned to Han Fang and said, "You look very similar to your aunt." β
It's just that the appearance is very similar, but the eyebrows are opposite, one is soft and soft, the other is angry, the contrast is strong, or the latter is impressive, lost in that beautiful but also dangerous to raise people's vigilance.
The second painting is a church, Wen Yu's hand was held by Han Fang, "When I first painted, I was thinking that if I had someone I liked in the future, I would come to this place with him to get married." He turned his head to look at Wen Yu, Wen Yu's lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, Han Fang looked at him and smiled lightly.
Han Fang said softly: "Shall I draw a picture for you?" β
Without waiting for Wen Yu to answer, Han Fang couldn't wait to press him to the chair and pick up the paintbrush himself. Wen Yu pursed his lips and said a little uncomfortably: "...... Still don't. β
But the heart is as sweet as honey.
Han Fangquan didn't hear it, picked up the pen and said, "Look out the window...... Yes, that's good, your side face looks the best. β
Hearing the last sentence, Wen Yu's heart trembled slightly.
Han Fang rolled up his cuffs to reveal his delicate wrists, and with a casual expression, he took a pen to outline the outline of the person in front of him, and said with his lips raised: "Didn't my family hire a psychiatrist, guess what happened later?" β
Wen Yu didn't dare to move, for fear of making a crooked posture, and asked, "What's the result?" β
"The psychiatrist I asked directly suggested that my dad also follow me to draw a picture, saying that he was too hot-tempered." Speaking of this, Han Fang was also happy, and the corners of his lips rose: "Later, this psychiatrist resigned directly and quit, saying that the upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked, what else to change." β
"That uncle must be angry." Thinking of that scene, Wen Yu couldn't help but want to laugh, Han let go of his hand and quickly captured that smile, and said: "Can you not be angry, expose him so short in front of me, so angry that he kicked people out with one kick at that time." β
Han Fang used a pencil to sketch, he drew more carefully, outlining the surrounding scenery and the scenery outside the window, he hooked the corners of his lips, and put down the pen with some satisfaction: "Come and see, how is my drawing?" β
The young man on the painting looked out the window, with a warm smile on his lips, and his side face looked extremely gentle and charming.
Wen Yu couldn't help but stroke the painting, "I want to bring this painting back." β
This painting was painted for him by someone he likes......
His eyes gently stared at the slightly uninhibited eyebrows of the young man in front of him.
Wen Yu had the urge to keep this scene for the rest of his life.
"Nope."
It seemed that he didn't expect Han Fang to blurt out his objection without a trace of hesitation, Wen Yu was a little surprised, and before he could ask why Han Fang had already said: "If you take it, if I miss you when you are not there, what will I think of you?" β
Wen Yu's heart was about to rise with joy at that moment, "...... Isn't it possible to take pictures? β
Han Fang immediately said, "I'll go get the camera." Wen Yu looked at Han Fang's back and unconsciously smiled, looking down at the painting in his hand, he only felt that there was an indescribable feeling clogging in his heart, and the warmth made him feel that his heart was boiling.
Han Fang went back and forth very quickly, and in just a few minutes, he had already walked over with a camera, took Wen Yu's hand and walked to the window, aimed at the camera, and the appearance of the two people was photographed, Han Fang said with some regret: "If only I were higher, I would be able to hold you." β
"I can take you too."
"It's different." Han Fang puffed out his face, and Wen Yu didn't continue to stimulate him, but said, "Then I'll take the painting away." β
Han Fang said lazily: "No, you see what you have to look at, if you want to see it, look in the mirror more." This photo will be washed out for you later, you look at me and I see you are interesting. He stretched, "When the time comes, I'm going to frame this painting and hang it in the living room, and I'll introduce it to guests when they come, it's ......."
Han Fang deliberately raised his eyebrows and knew that he was joking with Wen Yu again, Wen Yu's ears were slightly red, and he couldn't fight Han Fang when it came to bickering, in fact, it was more accurate to say that he was just not as broken as Han Fang, so he shifted his attention to a few other covered paintings, and reached out to lift it, but unexpectedly Han Fang said: "Don't lift the ......"
It's too late.
Wen Yu was stunned and looked at the Ultraman fighting the little monster in front of him, and turned his head to look at Han Fang with a bad face.
Han Fang looked at Wen Yu's appearance and said angrily: "It's all said, let you not open it." β
ββ¦β¦ Why are you so interesting. "It's all Ultraman vs. Little Monsters, and the character prototype is a bit like Han Fang and his Lao Tzu.
No wonder Han Fang wants to cover it with a cloth, I'm afraid it's not just to prevent dust.
Han Fang looked at his masterpiece and didn't explain it, and said in shame: "Don't look at it, and you are not allowed to laugh." β
"Okay." Wen Yu said with a smile, Han said angrily: "Are you laughing or not, believe it or not, I also painted you as a ......"
"Draw me as a little monster." Wen Yu's eyes were doting and gentle.
Even if we hurt each other, as long as I can see you in every episode, I feel satisfied.
Han Fang was caught off guard by this love remark.
Wen Yu looked at Han Fang's rare red ears, and the smile on the corner of his lips widened.