Han Yu

Chapter 12

There are books spread out on the desk, and the sunlight is refracted on the books, making it seem that the weather in the afternoon is a bit warm and comfortable.

Wen Yu looked at Han Fang lowering his eyes and flipping through the book, and suddenly he felt a sense of peace and tranquility. The other party seemed to have detected his gaze, smiled sideways, and his eyes bent into crescent moons contentedly. That smile is pure and innocent, it's just pure joy, which makes people reluctant to look away.

Han Fang's eyes moved to the corner of Wen Yu's broken lips, "Does it hurt?"

The small wound that I didn't feel at all felt so inexplicably throbbing when Han Fang asked, and Wen Yu recalled the kiss that day, and his face turned a little red for a while, and his breathing unconsciously fluttered a few times, I don't know Why is it that as long as he is by this person's side, he can't help but be seduced by the other person, until the person leans into his ear and whispers: "The weather is so good today, why don't we do something interesting."

Breath sprayed on Wen Yu's earlobe, and that person stuck close, as if he would kiss him in the next second.At that moment, Wen Yu's mind was in a mess, his face flushed and he didn't know which direction to go, "You..."

Han Fang wondered: "What's the matter, doesn't the teacher like to draw with me?"

It turned out to be painting...

Wen Yu also understood that Han Fang was deliberately teasing him, and he was so suffocated that he didn't know what to say, Han Fang laughed when he saw him, and raised his eyebrows maliciously, "What was the teacher thinking just now? Why is your face so red?"

Wen Yu couldn't say anything shameful to fight back against Han Fang, but pursed his lips and complained in a low voice, "It's not because of you..."

Han Fang made a distressed look: "Then I made the teacher angry, what should I do..."

He raised his final voice: "It's like this..."

A kiss landed on his forehead.

"It's still like this..."

A kiss landed on his cheek.

"Or……"

Wen Yu's lips were carefully kissed, and he felt that the person in front of him carefully licked the bitten place, this kind of tenderness almost made Wen Yu cry, he was a little greedy for the warmth in front of him, this taste was good It made him reluctant to let go, and Han Fang's eyes were also very gentle. This kind of tenderness deceived the person in front of him, and gave Wen Yu the illusion that he was liked by Han Fang.

After kissing quietly for a while, Han Fang suddenly said, "Wen Yu."

"Huh?" The voice should be very soft.

"Let's do something fun."

Wen Yu blushed and hummed, then Han Fang grabbed his hand, and under Wen Yu's expectant eyes, brought him to... the studio.

Wen Yu: ... what.

It turned out to be a serious painting.

The studio looks a bit empty, and the location has a good view, and you can see the beautiful scenery outside wherever you look.The several paintings on display were covered with white cloth to prevent dust from falling.

"I used to come here to paint a lot, and the psychological teacher said it would help ease my emotions. I didn't believe it at first, and thought it was nothing. After a while, I really became addicted to painting. It's a pity that I didn't want to paint like that when I went abroad. feeling."

Wen Yu caught the key word, "Psychological teacher?"

"The old man in my family said that I have a bad temper. I must be sick. I have to go see if I don't take medicine." Han Fang said casually. In his eyes, it's all hereditary.

"Can I open it and have a look?"

Han Fang squinted at him with soft eyes, "?" (Why not?)

As soon as Wen Yu opened it, he was completely stunned.

The painting in front of me is a portrait of a woman. The woman's eyebrows are exquisite and beautiful, and her smiling face looks very warm and soft. She is somewhat similar to Han Fang. Han Fang's voice came from behind Wen Yu: "This is my painting. Mom, I've seen the wedding photo of her and that old man. It's a fool to match such a beautiful person with the old man."

Even though he said that, Han Fang's tone was a little lonely and lonely, and he looked at the painting with nostalgic eyes.

The woman was so beautiful that she seemed to be walking out of the painting. Wen Yu pursed her lips and looked at it for a while, then turned to Han Fang and said, "You look very much like your aunt."

It's just that the appearance is very similar, but the eyebrows are the opposite. One is gentle and soft, the other is full of anger, and the contrast is strong. The latter is more impressive. Lost in that beauty, it is also dangerous. Raise vigilance.

The second painting is a church, and Wen Yu's hand was held by Han Fang, "When I first painted, I thought that if there is someone I like in the future, I will marry him here." He turned his head and met Wen Yu Looking at him, Wen Yu's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, Han Fang looked at him and smiled slightly.

Han Fang said softly, "Can I draw a picture for you?"

Before Wen Yu could answer, Han Fang couldn't wait to push him onto the chair and pick up the paintbrush himself.Wen Yu pursed his lips and said uncomfortably, "...I don't want it anymore."

The heart is as sweet as honey.

Han Fangquan pretended not to hear, picked up his pen and said, "Look out of the window...yes, it's good like this, your side face is the prettiest."

The last whisper made Wen Yu's heart tremble slightly.

Han Fang rolled up his cuffs to reveal his delicate wrists, he casually drew the outline of the person in front of him with a pen, and raised his lips, "Didn't my family hire a psychiatrist? Guess what happened?"

Wen Yu didn't dare to move, fearing that his posture would be distorted, so he asked, "What happened?"

"The psychiatrist I invited directly suggested that my dad also paint with me, saying that he was too irritable." Speaking of this, Han Fang was also happy, and the corners of his lips twitched: "Then the psychiatrist just resigned and quit. , say that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, so why change it?"

"The uncle must be very angry." Thinking of that scene, Wen Yu couldn't help but want to laugh. Han Fang quickly caught the smile with his hands and said, "Can you not be angry? You are so angry that you exposed him so badly in front of me." He kicked people out with one kick."

Han Fang used a pencil sketch. He drew more carefully and outlined the surrounding scenery and the scenery outside the window. He raised the corners of his lips and put down his pen with some satisfaction: "Come and see, how is my drawing?" ?”

The young man in the painting is looking out of the window, with a gentle smile on his lips, and his side face looks extremely gentle and charming. Just a few strokes of the outline can tell that the young man above is an extremely gentle person, and the smile seems to be Can be immersed in the bottom of the eye.

Wen Yu couldn't help touching the painting, "I want to take this painting back..."

This painting was drawn for him by someone he likes...

He stared tenderly at the slightly unruly eyebrows of the young man in front of him.

Wen Yu had the urge to keep this scene for a lifetime.

"No."

It seemed that he didn't expect Han Fang to blurt out his objection without any hesitation. Wen Yu was a little surprised, and Han Fang said before he asked why: "If you take it away, if I miss you when you are not here, take it away. What are you missing?"

At that moment, Wen Yu was about to burst out with joy, "...can't you take pictures?"

Han Fang immediately said: "I'm going to get the camera." As he said that, he hurriedly went to get the camera. Looking at Han Fang's back, Wen Yu unconsciously smiled, looked down at the painting in his hand, He just felt that there was an indescribable feeling stuck in his heart, the warmth was rising, and the warmth made him feel that his heart was boiling hot.

Han Fang went back and forth very quickly. In just a few minutes, he had already walked over with the camera, took Wen Yu's hand, walked to the window, pointed at the camera, and the appearance of the two of them was photographed just like that. Regretfully said: "If only I were taller, I can hug you."

"I can take you too."

"It's different." Han Fang puffed his face, Wen Yu didn't continue to provoke him, but instead said: "Then I'll take the painting away."

Han Fang lazily said: "No, you can see what's good about you. If you want to see it, look in the mirror more often. This photo will be developed for you later. It's interesting to see me and you." He stretched his hand Lanyao, "At that time, I will frame this painting and hang it in the living room. I will introduce it to guests when they come. This is..."

Han Fang deliberately raised his eyebrows and knew he was joking with Wen Yu again. Wen Yu's ears were slightly red, and he was always no match for Han Fang when it came to bickering. In fact, it was more accurate to say that he was just not as unruly as Han Fang, so he turned his attention away. He moved his eyes to the other covered paintings and reached out to lift them, but unexpectedly Han Fang said, "Don't lift them..."

It's too late.

Wen Yu stared dumbfounded at the picture of Ultraman beating little monsters in front of him, then turned to look at Han Fang with a bad face.

Looking at Wen Yu's appearance, Han Fang became annoyed and said, "I told you not to open it."

"...Why are you so interesting." It turned out to be Ultraman fighting little monsters, and the prototypes of the characters are a bit like Han Fang and his father.

No wonder Han Fang wanted to cover it with a cloth, probably not just to prevent dust from falling.

Han Fang looked at his unscrupulous masterpiece and didn't explain it. He said angrily, "You mustn't read it, and you mustn't laugh."

"Okay." Wen Yu said with a smothered smile, and Han Fang puffed up, "You're laughing, believe it or not, I'll also draw you as..."

"Draw me as a little monster." Wen Yu's eyes were doting and gentle.

Even if we hurt each other, as long as I can see you every episode, I feel satisfied.

Han Fang was caught off guard by the words of love without any precaution.

Wen Yu watched Han Fang's rare reddened ears, and the smile on his lips widened.