The picture was too terrifying, Xu Youzhi came back to his senses suddenly, his fingertips moved, and he looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Sss

Her eyes darkened, and her voice was slightly hoarse.

The ring finger touched the corner of his lips lightly.

"Lin Yixian."

She paused, and the dim light faded over the campus.

A few lights were on in the gray dormitory building, and the neighborhood was quiet, there was no figure, but it was quiet.

The wind blew through the tips of the branches, and piles of fallen leaves accumulated on the ground.

Lin Yixian shook his hand, stood still only about two meters away from her, turned around, raised his eyebrows for unknown reasons, and said "um".

Xu Youzhi coughed lightly twice, and didn't say anything superfluous.

The toes are slightly raised, and the sound is slightly muffled when stepping on fallen leaves.

"I reluctantly admit you're right," she said. ”

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When he fell asleep that night, Xu Youzhi was still disturbed by the picture in his head, the time pointed to one o'clock in the morning, and everyone else in the bedroom was asleep.

She tossed and turned, more remindedly than anyone else.

Xu Youzhi sighed, sat up from the bed with some irritation, poked his fingertips under the pillow, and pulled out a small album with a cardboard cover.

This little album has been with her for quite some time, so there is a bit of a noticeable old color in the corner of the cover.

When I opened it, it was mostly filled with some gadgets she drew casually, mostly watercolor, with scenery and people.

She is not particularly good at sketching, in terms of drawing light and dark comparisons, He Zhili, Lin enough, Lin Yixian, and rigorous are all better than her.

Since you can't forget it, it's better to draw it.

Xu Youzhi touched a pencil from the bedside at the end of the bed, this light, this time, it is not convenient for her to get painting utensils. But fortunately, her bed was by the window, and this floor was just level with the street lamp outside the window, and she straightened the curtains a little, and a trace of light jumped in lightly through the gap, gently sprinkled on her small album.

Her lines are smooth, but her brushstrokes are light, as if she is just trying to outline a figure. When I put the pen away, the marks on the page are not too noticeable.

The young man's side face is very delicate, his eyebrows and eyes are lowered, and his eyes are full of Wen Lian's indulgence. The details of the picture are depicted in detail, except for the slightly scribbled lips that touch.

At about two o'clock in the morning, she closed the small album and stuffed it under the pillow again.

The mind is clearer.

She suddenly remembered the Weibo she hadn't opened for two days.

Since that kind of unwarranted color palette has been on the hot search, she hasn't read Weibo for 48 hours.

Xu Youzhi exhaled calmly, tapped his fingertips, and poked open Weibo.

The private message column is 99+ as always, she glanced at it roughly, and found that after the clarification Weibo sent by the company's official Weibo Aite her, she received a lot less anger here.

Of course, there is no shortage of voices that say that Muyu is covering her.

She didn't read or reply to her private message, and quickly edited a new post and posted it on her Weibo, as well as the CP super talk of "He Feng Slowly Returns" that she hadn't seen for a long time.

The main content of this serial is not Xiao He and Xiao Xu, the two main protagonists just went through the motions in it, and the main scenes are still the new Jiang Xian and Yan Yi, some of the details are slightly true, and the rest is all up to the editor.

【！ Sky! Deer Da, you're finally out! 】

[Is Luda going to take us to knock CP again! ] 】

It was very late, but it was still a hot comment of more than 100 in a minute, she turned off her phone, thought of the subtitle she had updated, her eyes flashed, staring at Lin Yixian, who was already asleep, and hooked her lips and smiled.

"Salty CP is a little sweet", with a lot of feelings.