Xuan Zhongshi didn't speak again.

He is well versed in Fan Shunxin's bold temperament, Xuan Zhongshi just laughed and scolded Fan Shunxin, and his face was already pale in the blink of an eye.

He deeply sympathizes?

However, because of Fan Shunxin's gift, Xuan Zhongshi didn't dare to say that he was disgusted with him.

Unsettled, Fan Shunxin's slender fingertips had already jumped a faint light, and his nails were very long, flashing with a cold glow.

And that fruit is the medicine that Xuan Zhongshi has not regretted looking for in this life - what is the name? How would he know.

"After eating, you don't have to eat for ten days, and you're in good condition."

Fan Shunxin's voice was mixed with a touch of playfulness.

He's good, that little fruit, much like a blueberry.

And Xuan Zhongshi's eyes were already dazzling, and he stared at the round little thing in a daze, its hoarfrost was still there, and its attractive color was blue-purple.

However, it is clearly useless in the size of a button - how can it become a miracle medicine to save itself?

"Don't dream, now you've been struck by lightning and blind, how can this thing be a blueberry--"

His words are angry, but there is no lack of gentleness and nuance.

"Eat? You give me food. ”

"Huh?"

Fan Shunxin turned his head sideways, and his wild voice was mixed with a sneering feeling.

"You and her, it's the first time you've met, right?"

Lazily asked, he was casual and unhurried, and gracefully waited for Xuan Zhongshi to take the little fruit nervously, and then he picked up the pen and painted again.

This time it's not like before, the painting style of the wild grass is domineering, but the pen power is vain.

He began to draw the outline of the jaw and the soft line of the body at a rapid pace.

He is a good hand, but he always laughs, from a clumsy fool to a calm teenager, and once again tempers people's hearts!

"Huh?"

Xuan Zhongshi's breathing stiffened.

His body was as if he had been struck by a huge thunderbolt, and the whole person trembled, and then he didn't care about anything.

Only the trembling continued, elongated.

Silently, Xuan Zhongshi concealed his complex and circled heart.

He longed to look at the girl again.

But Fan Shunxin has already drawn it, and soon, perhaps in a moment, he will complete his masterpiece and make the girl he loves, Danqing, make the headlines on the front page of the wanted post.

Xuan Zhongshi has no face to stop this from happening.

However, Fan Shunxin was even more heartbroken, and under his pen, the girl's face would soon be outlined, and the ink marks that were submerged in the drawing paper gradually blurred deeply.

However, when Fan Shunxin painted, he didn't add much water.

There is water in the inkstone, and his facial expression, after experiencing what has just happened, does not have a single gap, and he is not shocked, like a god.

He was very noble, and soon, when he heard the voice of Xuan Zhongshi, he was dodging.

"You...... You're not afraid that your hair will block your view? ”

"Don't be afraid."

Xuan Zhongshi has racked his brains, and what he thinks is very complicated.

He wanted to repay Fan Shunxin's love for him.

Because Fan Shunxin gave him fruit to eat.

But because of Xuan Zhongshi, he guessed that the girl was the one he met, but that's it, Fan Shunxin asked him this question.

The fat man's hearing is very good, and he will naturally hear Fan Shunxin and his communication.

Xuan Zhongshi also likes to go around, but he is kind-hearted, and he doesn't dare to fight with his benefactor in the same room after all.

"So...... Do you look good at drawing? ”

Completely colloquial, Gen asked the question with a retarded mind.

If Fan Shunxin didn't have outstanding painting talent, he really couldn't have wielded his brush.

Will his sketches be for his sake, well--open a back door and make her ugly?

This was the consideration of Xuan Zhongshi, and it turned out that he was wrong.

Completely, off the strings.

His lips and teeth were fragrant, the smell of wild berries, sweet, the taste of temporary friendship.

Sweet and sour, the memory is still fresh.

However, Xuan Zhongshi felt that the cold young man in front of him, the funny feeling on his body just now, was all exhausted at once, and he ran out of patience?

"Won't it?"

That's not a good thing.

And the opportunity that Xuan Zhongshi wanted to grasp had been quietly and silently, from just now, when Fan Shunxin stood up with a blank face while holding the drawing paper--

The arrogant temperament is cold, his legs are also very long, and the whole person can be matched with the golden ratio.

"What do you think!"

In the mind of Xuan Zhongshi, there was a feeling of commotion, and all kinds of voices were intermingling.

Although his heart didn't say anything, the amplitude of its jump rose rapidly, and the frequency changed faster and faster.

The feeling of darkness, the dense thoughts.

Thinking about it, he was handcuffed, and he looked embarrassed just now, did Fan Shunxin feel that it was not enjoyable and wanted to bully him?

This is his maiden!

"No, you--"

Xuan Zhongshi's body slanted, and soon, his fingertips were empty, and the purple hairband just now had already been taken away by Fan Shunxin, and it was gone.

The strange onion hairstyle is still restored to its original state.

"Goodbye."

Fan Shunxin's long body stood tall, he clutched the drawing paper, aimed at the Xuan Zhongshi passing by beside him, and opened his mouth without being salty.

His voice lost the softness and warmth just now, and there was more of a touch of ruthless emotion, but it was very faint and ordinary people couldn't hear it.

But Xuan Zhongshi felt that Fan Shunxin's heart had changed.

It is true that what Xuan Zhongshi wants to express is fear.

Fan Shunxin's eyes looked at himself - there were subtle differences, a little strange, a little easy-going, and clean.

You can see it from afar, what is his intention?

After wiping a breeze or two, Fan Shunxin had already walked past the lost Xuan Zhongshi.

The sound of his footsteps was as mean as water.

But the heart of the middle world is full of shame.

The clear male voice was still the same, and the elegant waves were expressed by him plainly.

"It's her, I can assure you. As for just --"

Xuan Zhongshi's breath was urgent, he didn't know that Fan Shunxin would actually report and expose him, and he defended the girl's conversation - Fan Shunxin has a basis to rely on?

"I used your company's ink just now, and this painting will be given to you, but it is also offset."

"It's out of the way."

The fat man "nodded and bowed", but in the eyes of the Xuan Middle Ages, Fan Shunxin was not a person who flattered him, he was a fat man.

What does the fat man want to do? Get wanted, and then treasure that painting?

The girl's face is naturally delicate.

And Fan Shunxin, before his words fell, the whole person was already disgusted because of the fat man's smiling face.

He brushed his sleeves away.

The voice is so high and arrogant.

"By the way, this death row prisoner, he also wants to see the girl's face, please respect him as much as you respect me."