You Mian's voice was gentle and gentle, and the wine made his tone hoarse, which also made Pei Huaiji's heart tighten.
The boy didn't seem to think that Pei Huaiji would refuse, so this kind of rhetorical question sounded more like pampering and arrogance in Pei Huaiji's ears.
The back of Pei Huaiji's hot hand inadvertently touched You Mian, and the fireworks exploded in his heart in an instant.
"Yes." Pei Huaiji lowered his eyes and whispered, easily compromising.
You Mian, who got the answer, did not continue to give sugar, and Pei Huaiji also clearly saw the sleepiness in his eyes.
In the next second, I saw that the boy didn't say a word after inadvertently teasing Pei Huaiji, and directly lay down on his bed and buried his head in the soft pillow, his beautiful long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he fell asleep instantly.
Pei Huaiji's throat rolled heavily.
Pei Huaiji seemed to be a hunter with a gun who was lured by a deer and voluntarily stepped into the trap, standing alone in the pit at the moment and looking up at the direction where the prey ran away, anxious but helpless.
You Mian's side face was pressed against the soft pillow, and the flesh of his cheeks was slightly pressed to a depression, and his sleeping face was so stable that he had no sense of crisis.
In the dim light, Pei Huaiji saw the camera on the desk that was covered by his coat, and the man's jaw tensed for a moment.
He turned his head like a rainy night, staring at You Mian's side face for a long time.
Pei Huaiji loosened the buttons on the collar of his shirt, and his broad shoulders stretched out a strong aura in the night.
In the silence of the night, he just got up and stood by the window and sent a message to Vivian.
Pei Huaiji once again held back, restrained the predatory desires that swept over like waves, and paid tribute to his stable and orderly life.
Pei Huaiji frowned lightly after sending the message, and silently read the Anxin Welfare Home in his heart.
In the middle of the night, Pei Huaiji's eyebrow bones were sharpened by the moonlight.
He suddenly lit up his phone, picked up a Sudoku game with the highest number of downloads, and clicked to install it.
The next morning, when You Mian opened his eyes, Pei Huaiji was no longer in the room, he got up slowly to wash, put on a loose black sweatshirt that was not afraid of dirt, and then walked downstairs.
Last night's drunken conversation made the boy's ears red, but his expression alone was indiscerning.
The voices of Guan Tong and Huo Yanzhi came from the restaurant on the first floor.
The Japanese Breeze Cottage is flooded with light, and the sound of a slow stream can be heard in the front yard, and the fiery red maple leaves fall leisurely into the pool, causing countless ripples.
Guan Tong, who was chatting, immediately waved when he saw You Mian coming downstairs, "My dear! Did you sleep well last night? ”
Huo Yanzhi, who was facing away from Guan Tong, was stunned when he heard the sound, and his whole person tensed.
You Mian smiled, "It may be Mr. Pei's red wine to help him sleep, and he slept well." ”
Guan Tong's expression was hearty, and he pushed a glass of hot milk in the direction of You Mian, "Brother Yan and Nan Xiao went on a date, and I don't know where they went, so envious." ”
Guan Tong's base makeup is flawless in the sun, and the pink lip gloss glows with glass, which looks delicate and cute.
You Mian pulled out a chair and sat in an empty position away from Huo Yanzhi.
The boy's hair was slightly messy, and there was a dull feeling after waking up, which made people want to pinch his face.
Guan Tong thought so and did the same.
You Mian, who was taking a sip of milk, raised his eyes to look at Guan Tong in a daze, and the cameras were placed everywhere in the hut, and You Mian's slightly surprised and confused expression was recorded at the moment.
Guan Tong withdrew his hand, propped his cheeks and shouted, "Ah, it's so cute." ”
Huo Yanzhi clenched the knife and fork in his hand.
You Mian lowered his eyes helplessly and smiled, full of connivance.
Guan Tong poked the yolk egg on the plate with a fork, and sighed: "Brother Yun went out early in the morning to catch the announcement, and now there are only three of us left in the hut." ”
You Mian held the cup and frowned slightly, and asked, "What about Pei Huaiji?" ”
Guan Tong hissed, and in the entire heartbeat hut, only You Mian dared to shout these three words so easily, and he couldn't help but be a little frightened.
Although after so many days of getting along, Guan Tong knows that Pei Huaiji's personality is not as cold as it looks on the outside, but after all, there are too many differences in identity, age, and status, and he is always uneasy when facing Pei Huaiji.
Guan Tong said softly: "Mr. Pei got up very early, and he went out when Brother Huo went downstairs. ”
Today is the last day of the recording of the second episode of the Heartbeat Cabin, and the eight guests who were supposed to be dating in pairs are now only a group.
The rest of the people either left with their work or simply stayed in the hut.
Guan Tong: "Brother Huo got up very early today, right?" ”
Guan Tong suddenly threw the topic to Huo Yanzhi, which provoked the man who had been silent, and his neck line was tense.
"Ahh Huo Yanzhi said unabashedly: "I got up early and couldn't sleep." ”
Isn't it that I can't sleep, I didn't choose the person I wanted to choose last night, and I was tossed by a judgment in my mind for a sleepless night.
Huo Yanzhi pressed his brows, like a big dog drooping his ears.
You Mian didn't continue the topic, and after drinking a glass of milk, he wanted to get up, "The lone guest has no activity, right?" ”
Today's recording is mainly focused on Shen Nanxiao and Yan Tingxuan on a date.
The lone guests in the hut could only entertain themselves, so Yun Guanqing and Pei Huaiji left first and no one said anything.
Guan Tong smiled, "I asked the director, we didn't have any activities today, so I just wanted to go out and shoot vlog footage around the area." ”
Guan Tong put his hands on the side of his cheeks very cutely, and said with a sound effect: "blingbling, how about this makeup?" I'm going to shoot this makeup for a while. ”
You Mian has always been sensitive to colors and lines, so he nodded after just looking at it, and said: "The outline is good to leave blank, and the position of the horizontal and vertical lines is also about one to three, but the tender pink on the face may be thinner, otherwise the relationship between light and dark..."
Without waiting for You Mian to finish speaking, Guan Tong covered his face and cried and laughed, and shouted coquettishly: "You Mian! ”
You Mian was stunned, only to see Guan Tong jokingly trying to cover his mouth, "Who wants you to say this, just say it's good-looking?" ”
You Mian nodded honestly, "Beautiful." "The proportions are good.
Guan Tong smiled happily and ran upstairs to get his vlog camera.
You Mian lowered his eyes with a smile, and just when he wanted to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard Huo Yanzhi say, "You Mian, I don't understand something. ”
The boy frowned slightly.
Huo Yanzhi took out the sculpture that had been lit up on the mobile phone screen all night and put it on the dining table.
With a large swipe of the hand, the album is swiped to the left, revealing a sketch from years ago.
Huo Yanzhi didn't dare to look back, he lowered his head and asked softly, "Is this what you painted?" ”
You Mian originally thought that if Huo Yanzhi wanted to say something about Bai Lin, he would leave directly, but he didn't expect that the other party just asked him if this painting was painted by him.
You Mian turned his head sideways to look.
The sketch was a little unfamiliar, the brushstrokes were a little immature, and the charcoal used throughout the whole text had the same habit of smudging as his.
Huo Yanzhi rubbed the sketch with his fingertips, moving gently.
You Mian suddenly remembered that this was one of the countless sketches he drew during the college entrance examination training.
During that time, the teacher always said that his sketches focused on the big structure but lacked the details, so You Mian went into the training room and painted for two weeks.
In order to accurately compare whether he is progressing or not, he marks the number at the bottom right of each finished sketch.
This sketch has the number 131 in the lower right.
You Mian noticed that Huo Yanzhi's emotions were wrong, but he didn't want to have too much to do with the other party, so he gave the answer conveniently.
"I painted it."
Huo Yanzhi swallowed dryly, and the corners of his mouth and eyes fell into blank unnaturally.
At this moment, he finally realized what he had missed.
You Mian's answer was like a heavy punch, slamming into his defenseless heart, smashing into a blur of flesh and blood.
When he first saw Bai Lin, the other party was holding a charcoal in the studio, and there was this painting in front of him.
Huo Yanzhi didn't see the complete painting process, but in that kind of scene, no one would think that the other party would put other people's paintings on their easels.
What's more, in the months that followed, Huo Yanzhi saw this kind of warm-brushed sketch on Bai Lin's easel.
Sometimes it's a sketch, sometimes it's an oil painting with brighter colors.
Huo Yanzhi's fingers trembled and sliding, "This one was also drawn by you, right." ”
His tone was no longer questioning, but simply straightforward.
You Mian lowered his eyes and calmly gave an answer, "I drew it during the training camp." ”
Although You Mian wondered why his paintings were saved in the form of photos in Huo Yanzhi's mobile phone, he didn't ask, and he didn't want to ask.
You Mian saw that Huo Yanzhi fell into a lost consciousness, so he turned around and left.
Huo Yanzhi clenched his mobile phone tightly, as if an endless fire was burning in his chest, and the burning pain made his eyebrows and eyes distort.
What the hell did he do.
For Bai Lin, approach You Mian.
thought that Bai Lin was pitiful, and looked at You Mian with an attitude that he had already been convicted, and used You Mian as a stand-in with a high-minded appearance, pinning his admiration for Bai Lin on him.
Huo Yanzhi has seen You Mian paint many times, but he doesn't know if it's because of people's bad roots or if his eyes are really so bad.
Obviously, the real painter is in front of his eyes, and he has been by the other party's side all these years.
But Huo Yanzhi just fantasized to himself that if it was Bai Lin, the painting would definitely be more beautiful than You Mian.
Later, You Mian's studies in the sculpture department became busy, and the other party began to get into the clay and steel, and rarely touched the oil painting, and Huo Yanzhi's misidentification has been absurdly continued to this day.
It wasn't until Huo Yanzhi recently began to doubt it, and it was too late to feel the contradiction.
The man closed his eyes tiredly, his nerves on the verge of collapse could no longer support his high-pressure emotions that had lasted for so long, and he let the emotions of despair and regret envelop him, lowering his eyebrows and eyes red.
It turned out that the painting that cheered him up from the trough was painted by You Mian.
The support that made him hold the last vigilance in the boxing ring and turned defeat into victory turned out to be drawn from You Mian's pen.
He had been mistaken for so long, and he had been mistaken for so long.
Deserve.
Huo Yanzhi's whole body was covered with dense pain, and the desperate emotion seemed to really turn into palpable pain, which was reflected in his brain and all over his body.
The joint injuries he had been suffering from for years were tingling, and his eyes were cloudy with jumps.
You Mian returned to his room to pick up his luggage and prepare to leave first, he was about to start preparing for the second round of the Star Cup.
Although the subject matter is somewhat unexpected, his gaze is still sharp.
Waiting to get into the car leaving the hut, You Mian flipped through the address book and made a call.
The other side was quickly connected, and a hoarse and serious voice asked, "Xiao Mian?" ”
A soft smile burst out of You Mian's eyes, and he said, "Curator, I have encountered some questions, and I want to ask you." ”
Lin Yuqing was silent for a few seconds, and he asked clearly: "Is it about the theme of the second round of the Star Cup?" ”
You Mian snorted.
Qin Lan is a judge of the Xingchen Cup, in order to avoid suspicion and for the fairness of the competition, You Mian can't ask him.
But this time the theme really caught him off the beaten track.
So You Mian thought of Lin Yuqing and Huajiang Art Museum.
Lin Yuqing smiled happily and said, "You come, there is an exhibition in the afternoon, and I also want to introduce you to some people, which will be of great help to you in the future." ”
"There's a senior brother of yours who is here now, and he admires you a lot, and he happens to meet you."
You Mian listened to Lin Yuqing's voice and felt a little more at ease in his heart, and the sense of chaos that suddenly appeared in the void after seeing the theme also dissipated a lot.
You Mian blinked his eyelashes lightly after hanging up the phone, and Pei Huaiji's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
[It's more than enough to win a gold award at your level.] 】
The man's words were so firm that he didn't seem to find this sentence to offend others.
In an instant, a deep smile appeared in You Mian's eyes.
You Mian chatted with the eight people in the happy hut, and saw Pei Huaiji with a stroke.
Pei Huaiji's WeChat name is simple, it is his own name, and his avatar is a sharp Pei.
Just when You Mian clicked on Pei Huaiji's business card page and wanted to add the other party, he suddenly found that the man's circle of friends was actually open to strangers.
You Mian saw a circle of friends posted by the other party on 9.15, and it was also the only circle of friends of the other party.
The picture is actually the clay sculpture villain he gave away on Pei Huaiji's birthday.
You Mian dimly realized that an emotion that he had never felt before quickly passed through his heart.
The next second, with a flick of a finger, a friend request was sent.