"I was very attentive and thought I would at least win a small prize." An Yao stopped painting and talked about sad things, and Yang Zhexuan sat beside her and listened attentively.

"But what makes me feel unfair is that the winner of the competition has already been decided, and no matter how good my drawing is, the judges will not take a second look."

Speaking of this, she smiled wryly.

"An Yao, I don't want you to put pressure on yourself to win the award, it doesn't matter if you lose," Yang Zhexuan slowed down, "It doesn't matter if you're selected or not, I just hope that you have a happy painting process." ”

"Thank you." An Yao glanced at him seriously, and then quietly shifted her gaze.

The clothes he wore today made him look even more handsome.

Yang Zhexuan didn't notice her micro-expression, just looked around at the paintings around her, and her gaze was erratic.

A child was half-kneeling on the ground, and a group of people behind him pointed at him; The hideous-looking man grows wings and flies through the air.

He wanted to ask her what the inspiration for these paintings was, but just as he was about to ask, he saw An Yao smiling at the people outside through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Following her line of sight, Yang Zhexuan saw a man outside the gallery greeting her warmly.

To Yang Zhexuan's surprise, when he saw An Yao greeting other boys, his first reaction turned out to be angry.

No, why is he angry?!

The man outside didn't mean to come in, just said hello and left, and then he said unhurriedly, "Who was that person just now?" ”

"He's a good friend of mine when I was in school, and he lives around here."

"Oh, that's right." His expression was soft, but his tone was monotonous.

Seeing Yang Zhexuan pretending to be indifferent, An Yao was a little happy in her heart. "By the way, did you just ask me something?"

"Yes, can you tell me what your inspiration was for your paintings?" He thought the paintings were incredible, and the girl in front of him was incredible.

In the eyes of others, An Yao may be a slightly indifferent person, but in his opinion, she is a very warm person, and her various emotions are reflected in the paintings.

Faced with his question, An Yao was silent for a moment, and then replied to him: "There are some things that can't be said, so let art speak for itself." ”

Art is the most peaceful form of expression, the sound is subtle and needs to be interpreted by oneself, but it is a powerful way to communicate.

"It's a pity that when people are running around for life, they can't care about art at all." Yang Zhexuan's tone was very lonely.

"yes, that sounds desperate." An Yao said distressedly. The paint on her brush had dried up a bit, and it was needless to say that it was on the palette.

"I'm sorry An Yao, I told you so much and bothered you to draw."

"It's okay, it's a pleasure to talk to you." Her smile was subtle, "I forgot to tell you that this jacket you are wearing is very handsome." ”

"You...... Are you complimenting me? When he said this, Yang Zhexuan's expression was very calm.

"Yes."

After receiving an affirmative answer, he smiled silently, and then immediately said, "You draw, I'll sit in the back." ”

Then he sat elsewhere and flipped through the photography books he had brought with him, but he couldn't read a word.

Regarding An Yao's praise, he was calm and light on the surface, but in fact, his heart was turbulent. He felt as if there was a kind of magic in this girl, and he couldn't help but let people get closer, and he was beside her, and there was a slow, quiet, and stable happiness in his heart.

No, why did you have this idea? He was never a cranky man, so he almost buried his face in a book, forcing himself to focus on the knowledge of photography.

The definition of frame rate has been read over and over again, but he has never been able to think about it, so he has to keep touching those words, which looks very serious to outsiders. He tried to calm his mood through reading word by word, through this meaningless act, and his heart was still pounding at the moment.

An Yao looked behind from time to time while painting, and he was intently marking something on the book, not noticing her peeping.

He was here, where did she still have the heart to paint, he attracted her attention, and quietly, his heart was filled with him.

Even better, she could feel that he liked her too, otherwise he wouldn't have come to her again and again.

Because she felt sweet, the corners of her mouth curled, and then Yang Zhexuan suddenly raised his head to meet her smiling face and responded to her with a smile.

"Zhexuan, can you accompany me next time you have a drawing competition?" She suddenly asked.

"Absolutely." He didn't hesitate in the slightest, as if he should have accompanied her to the competition.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on her face, and her body still maintained the most standardized posture, and every small movement did not relax.

This is her sixth year of practicing taekwondo, and other people's holidays are relaxed, but she has to practice the basics repeatedly in sweat.

In this era, no matter what kind of martial arts it is, it has long become a service industry for people's leisure and fitness.

In the beginning, she was not interested in taekwondo at all, but ...... With some self-defense skills, she could go on a mission with Song Chang, at least that's what she thought when she first started practicing taekwondo.

For taekwondo, many people say that it is a show, but most of the people who say this sentence are people who want to achieve it on a whim, or who want to achieve it overnight.

Don't look at the kicks of taekwondo, they are very beautiful, but if you want to kick well, you have to suffer a lot. On the one hand, it is painful to compress the ligament, and the constant practice of various leg methods is also boring.

Patience and self-denial, unyielding.

After practicing hard day after day, although she was very tired, her legs became more flexible, her movements were more coordinated and balanced, and her explosiveness, reactions, flexibility and other aspects have been greatly improved.

However, she knows that this is far from enough, if there is no time for a few years, no obvious effect can be seen in any martial arts, and it is the truth to be able to win the opponent in actual combat, and the most important thing is to prevent problems before they happen.

It only took her two years to learn the high level and get the black belt, in fact, the black belt is not so difficult to get when you take the exam, but the actual combat effect is unknown.

She knows that any martial arts needs to be tested in actual combat, not a belt that has the final say, and if it is to be applied to actual combat, it will require a lot of actual combat to hone it, and there is no such thing as practicing to what extent, which needs to be tested by actual combat rather than by estimation.

She practiced hard so that she could deal with things calmly, so that she could fight side by side with Song Chang, even if she was in danger, she could get out of danger better and faster.

Feeling a little hot, she stopped kicking, picked up a towel to wipe her sweat, and then opened the door to breathe.

Song Chang opened the door and saw that the red roses ordered yesterday had been delivered to the door, he picked up the flowers, bypassed the front yard, and ran to the backyard.

"Liu Han, I like you, and after rejecting you, I realized that my heart already belonged to you."

"Liu Han, I really like you, I don't just say it, I will prove it with my actions."

"Liu Han, I have never treated you as a sister, you said that you liked me a long time ago, in fact, I am too, maybe I have liked me longer than you."

Song Chang held the rose in his hand, imagining in his heart the scene of seeing Liu Han later, he must not be cowardly, and he must say the words that have been brewed.

After thinking about it, I felt that these words were similar to sweet words, which was very inappropriate.

He had never chased a girl, he didn't have any skills, only a clumsy heart, and just when he reimagined how to confess, Liu Han's door opened without warning.

Holding the roses, his head suddenly short-circuited, and even the words that he thought were inappropriate just now disappeared, so he could only stand hesitantly and stupidly.

A gust of wind blew, Liu Han felt a lot cooler, and at the same time, she also saw Song Chang outside the door.

"Liu Han," Song Chang was very nervous, and finally held back a sentence, "Red rose, for you." ”

"Thank you." Liu Han took the rose, and then calmly retreated into the room, Song Chang hesitated and followed in.

How could she not understand his thoughts, red roses represent passionate love, hoping to fall in love with you.

"Anything else?" She asked.

"I ...... There are some things I want to say to you," he lowered his eyes, as if to hide his emotions, "I want to apologize to you, I lied to you, Liu Han, I didn't treat you as a sister, never." ”

Then, he slowly fell into grief: "The reason why I reject you is because I have bipolar disorder, and I sometimes can't control my temper, so I try to stay calm, and even look expressionless." ”

After he finished speaking in one breath, Liu Han was stunned.

Thinking about it carefully, Song Chang does have signs of bipolar disorder, but no matter what the circumstances, he is not a person who will act impulsively, and the bad mood has been suppressed in his heart, which must be very uncomfortable, but he has never told others about it, but he has endured it silently, how many difficult days that no one cares about, Liu Han didn't dare to think about it, just felt distressed.

"Song Chang, why didn't you tell me earlier?" She asked him softly, her eyes reddening a little.

"I ...... I'm sorry, I thought I wouldn't hurt you if you stayed away from me, but I forgot that hiding my heart from you is also a kind of hurt to you. ”

He lowered his eyes, and suddenly looked firmly into her eyes: "Liu Han, in fact, I have always been clear about my heart, I like you, I like you very much, after losing you, I realized how important you are to me, Liu Han, can you give me a chance to pursue you?" ”

His eyes burned, and he was expecting her answer.

After listening to his words, Liu Han fell completely, she thought that she could pretend to be a little longer, but she found that as long as he coaxed, she immediately relented, or rather, she didn't blame him, otherwise she wouldn't have accepted his flowers.

"If you're serious, I can promise to date."

Her short words instantly flowed in Song Chang's heart, and he felt very comfortable, like being in a world of rainbows and gummies.

"I still remember the last time you confessed to me," Song Chang was immersed in sweetness, with a rare happy smile on his face, "In the future, things like confession will be done by me, and besides, let's not make awkward things in the future, okay, and don't stay overnight if we quarrel, otherwise I won't be able ......to sleep for several nights," he said, he wanted to hold her hand, but felt that it was inappropriate, and retracted his hand again.

At the moment when he let go, Liu Han took the initiative to hold his cowering hand, and the ten fingers of the two were tightly interlocked.

Luckily, they both grabbed each other's hands.