In the clean and bright room, everything is neat, and there is only one place that does not fit in with it, that is, He Yi's desk, which is messily placed with drafts.

He Yi sat at his desk, pinching a pencil, meticulously and patiently drawing something.

He Jing thought he had a new inspiration.

However, until she approached and stood beside him, he didn't notice it, and He Jing knew that he was wandering.

There were no strokes on the blank paper, but a few simple strokes made a perfect scene.

On a gray rainy day, a blue-gray cat curled up its tail and hid under a small leaf, and the puddle not far away was a wet reflection.

The whole picture seems to be shrouded in a haze, and the cold tone of lead gray makes people feel obviously oppressive.

Whoever comes to see it will understand the mood of the painter.

He Jing said softly: "Aren't you happy?"

The hand holding the pen on the desk suddenly stiffened, He Yi raised his head to look at He Jing, and then quickly crumpled the draft drawing into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.

He looked away, not looking at the expression on He Jing's face, and said in what he felt was cold, "No."

He Jing bent down and pulled out the sketch drawing in the wastebasket, pulled a chair and sat beside him, smoothed the sketch bit by bit, and showed it in front of him, with a smile crooked eyebrows: I rarely paint such a painting with a girly manga style, why don't you continue to paint?"

He Yi was stunned when he heard this, and his dull expression gradually became stunned: "Girly comic style?"

"Yes." He Jing laughed as she took out a colored pencil from his pen holder, added a few thin lines of orange and pink to the gray rain curtain, and dyed the cat's rain-sheltering leaves with green, she dropped the white pencil on the cat's neck to outline the shape of a bell, and then held up the crumpled drawing paper and said, "Look, it doesn't look like a 10-yuan comic book illustration on the street?"

He Yi stared at this painting, his gaze gradually became complicated, and He Jing scribbled two strokes, which was really interesting.

He pursed his lips and asked slowly, "Why did you come here?"

He Jing blinked and replied, "Because I was alone in the room, and I seemed to be very lonely."

He Yi became more and more silent, as if he didn't know how to face this sudden warmth, so he had to add an unnecessary explanation: "There are too many people in the living room, and it's boring, so I went back to the room."

He Jing suddenly realized, "So that's the case, then I'll stay here for a while."

He Yi stopped talking, he was not good at driving people away than showing favor to others, if He Jing wanted to stay here, it was okay.

It's just that he is rarely paid such attention to, and He Jing's gaze makes him feel uncomfortable all over his body, and even his fingers are not so flexible when he is about to draw another painting.

He drew crooked lines on the paper, his mind went blank, and he didn't know what he was going to draw.

He Yi couldn't help but stop and take a few deep breaths before continuing to paint.

After some struggles, he finally drew a small house.

The small house has crooked chimneys, crooked roofs, and even the puppy lying in front of the door.

This work is worse than that of elementary school students, and it can't be more than a 5 point.

He Jing watched He Yi's level fall off the rails bizarrely, and couldn't help but cast a puzzled look at him.