That feeling is too hot, and that feeling will be directly vented through the painting and the details of the characters in the painting. One point less, but not enough to express the feelings in the heart of the person who painted this painting. So this kind of contradiction is just right, and it adds something different to the whole painting.

"Jiang Che, don't you walk silently?"

He Wan was suddenly startled by the person behind her. But soon she reacted, Jiang Che did seem to walk without sound. He Wan knew this even with her eyes closed.

"How?"

"I didn't paint you ugly."

After Jiang Che finished speaking, although He Wan had already mentally prepared that these two paintings were painted by Jiang Che before, but after he said this, He Wan was still slightly stunned.

"It's not bad."

"I'm tired, you go out."

He Wan wanted to avoid Jiang Che a little, because the more she knew Jiang Che, the more she felt that she was not worthy of that affection at all. And now even she doesn't know what she thinks. Jiang Che is undoubtedly the one who knows her best, and the one who can take care of her the most. There is no love for no reason in my world, and there is no hate for no reason, He Wan never believed that anyone would like someone to like it to such an extent, anyway, she wouldn't.

"Well, then Miss He has something to call me."

Jiang Che was very surprised that he didn't say much, but prepared to leave.

"Wait."

"Huh?"

Jiang Che leaned sideways slightly.

He Wan: "Don't call me Miss He in the future, I'm not without a name." ”

Jiang Che: "Oh. ”

"And what should I call you?"

He Wan: "Call my sister." ”

"It's impossible."

"That's... Then you can shout whatever you want, but you just can't call me Miss He, I don't like these three words. ”

Such alienated words came to He Wan's ears, and He Wan didn't like it at all. Moreover, she could feel that Jiang Che was a little deliberate. Number One

"Then call you girlfriend?"

He Wan: "Don't go too far. ”

Jiang Che: "Shouting Wanwan? ”

He Wan: "......"

The corners of Jiang Che's mouth rose slightly, "The name I want to shout hasn't been shouted yet, but I believe that one day I will shout out the name I want to shout." ”

He Wan: "Really? ”

"Then you look forward to that day."

…

Lying on the bed, He Wan's head was messed up. She didn't want to think about those things related to Jiang Che, but it backfired, every time you don't want to think of someone, the more you think of him, and after thinking of him, your mind will become more and more sober.

He Wan rolled around the bed a few times with some irritation, and then covered herself in the quilt again. He Wan took a few deep breaths, and the quilt was full of a good smell, and that smell He Wan often smelled from Jiang Che's body.

What does he mean exactly?

Really like yourself?

But how long can this love be maintained?

Oh, that's not right.

The words pieced together on that firework don't seem to be likes, not just likes, they should be something deeper than likes. So what is it?

He Wan's mind continued to wander, and suddenly the word love came to mind. After thinking of it, He Wan hurriedly patted her face.

How is that possible?

It's because he thinks too much, how can he love himself.

I must have thought too much.

In this way, He Wan fell asleep in an extremely tangled contradiction.