He Yi pursed his lips again, and said in a hoarse voice, "Can you not stare at me?"

He really didn't fit in.

He Jing immediately understood, but instead of doing it immediately, he tilted his head and asked a little puzzled, "Why? It would feel strange if I turned around like this and turned my back on it."

Isn't it strange that there are only two people in a room, one of whom is drawing, and the other is hiding from something?

He Yi looked at her smile, rolled his Adam's apple twice, and said in an obscure tone, "Because no one has ever looked at me like this."

Such a simple and adoring look contains the girl's hot feelings, as if melting him into a chocolate-like honey pot.

For as long as he can remember, everyone has looked at him with surprise or curiosity, and others have often said:

"Wow, how do these two look so alike?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I can't tell the difference at all."

Even the teacher would pronounce the name "He Yi", and then his eyes wandered hesitantly between him and He Chen, and finally fell on He Chen, saying, "He Yi, you will answer."

He Chen was so calm, and smiled slightly: "Teacher, I am He Chen."

And he heard the laughter of the whole class, as if he were a clown.

After a long time, some people will easily distinguish the difference between him and He Chen, and the old man who sells fruit at the school gate will ask every time he sees him, "He Yi, why don't you go home with your brother after school?"

After asking too much, he gradually had a pimple in his heart, and in order to reduce the old man's doubts, he had to wait for He Chen to leave after school.

Finally, the old man didn't ask again, but said with a smile, "The two brothers just have to have a good relationship, come, give you an apple."

The apple fell forever in He Chen's hand, and He Chen thanked him with a spring breeze.

No one had ever looked at him with such warm eyes, just because he was He Yi.

Never.

He endured the urge to run away because the other party was too warm, and slowly begged, "Can you not look at me like this?"

He Jing stopped smiling, and then refused bluntly: "No!"

He Yi gradually clenched the pen in his hand, and the protruding bone joints on his hand were hard and pale, like his mood at the moment.

Then, word by word, he asked, "Why?"

He Jing said without thinking: "Because I like the process of painting very much, it is very quiet and eye-catching, if you are really nervous to be stared at by me, why don't you paint me?"

As a painted object, she shouldn't be so nervous when she looks at her, right?

He Yi was stunned and stared at her in disbelief.

He Jing smiled: "Can't you?"

He Yi lowered his eyes, the tip of the pencil was broken a little because it was too the paper, and he whispered, "Well, it's time for dinner, right?"

Speaking of this, He Jing stood up from the chair and patted his head: "Oh no, the pot is still for the third brother to see, the third brother said that he is only responsible for watching, not serving, the pot is going to be paste."

The muscles of He Yi's face twitched almost imperceptibly, his eyes smiled shallowly, he put the pencil back into the pen holder, and also stood up: "You go, I'll go to the living room to eat a fruit."

He Jing nodded happily and said "yes", she stepped out of the room, stopped and looked back, and asked, "Can that machine paint for me?"

He Yi let out a very soft nasal voice, "Hmm."