Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Nothing I Don't Like
“So desperate.”
Early in the morning, Pei Shuyu squatted in the living room, clutching a utility knife. Several charcoal pencils of different lengths were placed on the floor, with an A4 sketch paper under them.
With a bitter look on her face, she picked up the one on the far left, held the tip of the pen upright, pressed it against the sketch paper, and scraped off layers of carbon ash.
The cheerful game music inadvertently entered Pei Shuyu's ears, and she looked up.
On the sofa one meter away, Ji Yan sat cross-legged, leaning lazily, his fingertips tapping on the screen from time to time.
Noticing her gaze, Ji Yan paused the game: "What's wrong?"
Pei Shuyu asked knowingly, "Are you playing games?"
Ji Yan blinked and flipped the screen over, revealing the paused game interface: "I have nothing to do, a little bored, do you want to play?"
She was painting with great effort, while others were playing single-player games out of boredom. Pei Shuyu was mentally broken.
She couldn't help but increase the strength of her hands, revealing the meaning of gnashing her teeth: "No play."
As soon as he finished speaking, a slight cracking sound and a pause came from the tip of the pen.
Pei Shuyu lowered his head.
Soft carbon is easy to break, and she didn't control the strength well, so the newly sharpened nib was now crookedly embedded in the pen holder.
Pei Shuyu resigned himself to his fate and pulled out the broken piece and cut it again.
The person sitting on the sofa put down his phone, crossed his hands on his legs, rested his chin on the back of his hands, and looked at the person on the ground intently.
The soft carbon broke one after another, and the pencil sharpener would repeat the previous action tirelessly.
A small pile of carbon ash accumulated on the sketch paper, and in the light, the dust floating in the air was vaguely visible.
After a while, looking at the tiny bit of pen stub left, Ji Yan said quietly, "Are you slacking off?"
Pei Shuyu was surprised: "Is it obvious?"
Ji Yan didn't say anything.
"Okay," Pei Shuyu clapped her hands, naturally extended the pen and utility knife forward, and smiled widely: "Then help me."
The intentionally prolonged tone and rising ending sound carry a familiar sense of coquettishness.
Ji Yan clasped her five fingers together slightly and raised her hand to receive it.
Just when they were about to touch, the outstretched hand suddenly withdrew.
She got nothing.
Ji Yan was stunned for a moment, but quickly calmed down: "What's wrong?"
Pei Shuyu said, "I think you shouldn't just help me sharpen my pencils." She said confidently, "You should also help me sketch."
Ji Yan was stunned and subconsciously continued, "I can't draw."
Pei Shuyu knew that she wouldn't, but the scene of the other party playing games early in the morning deeply hurt her young and fragile heart.
She wanted to find something for Ji Yan to do.
"It's okay," Pei Shuyu said with a smile, "I can teach you."
Ji Yan raised her chin: "How do I teach you?"
Pei Shuyu said as a matter of course: "Teach me step by step."
Ji Yan: "Okay."
Wait, you agreed so easily? Pei Shuyu choked, and the whole set of arguments she had been thinking about in her mind that would make Ji Yan nod instantly lose their value.
She said unwillingly: "Why don't you refuse."
Ji Yan looked at her strangely: "Why should I refuse?"
Pei Shuyu: "...It's okay."
Opening the sketch he had taken in advance on his phone and pulling out a stick of shaved hard carbon, Pei Shuyu glanced at Ji Yan, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll start with the shape."
Accurate form cannot be acquired in a short period of time, so Pei Shuyu gave up on this part.
She sat on the sofa, holding her phone in one hand and drawing on sketch paper with the other.
In order to make it more convenient later, she typed it very finely.
"That's about it."
Pei Shuyu nodded with satisfaction, took out a piece of soft charcoal, sharpened it quickly, and slid it quickly across the corner of the sketch paper dozens of times to make the tip of the pen round.
She put the small pen tip into Ji Yan's hand and adjusted the pen's position: "The pen body rests on the second knuckle of your index finger, and your thumb presses on it."
"Yes, that's it. This is the original drawing. You can copy it and draw according to the shape I have drawn."
Ji Yan glanced at the lines of the character on the screen, selected a straight line up and down, and moved the tip of the pen several times on the drawn shape.
I can't put pen to paper.
She probably couldn't draw the changes in lightness and heaviness, reality and illusion above the first time.
Ji Yan didn't want to embarrass herself. She put down her pen and said, "Didn't you say you would teach me step by step?"
She placed emphasis on those three words.
Pei Shuyu didn't expect her to give up so quickly and chuckled, but after seeing Ji Yan's glance, he coughed dryly and moved closer attentively.
She sat next to Ji Yan and held Ji Yan's hand.
I tried to use force several times, but it was hard to control the force because it was on the side.
Pei Shuyu simply put her left hand around Ji Yan's waist, gripped the edge of the sketchpad, and rested her chin on Ji Yan's shoulder: "That's enough."
Ji Yan was almost held in Pei Shuyu's arms, the weight on her shoulders coming and going, her eyes fixed on the sketch paper below.
The fingers were pulled with force, and a line fell straight down.
Pei Shuyu said "Huh?" "You don't have to press so tightly. Loosen it where it needs to be loosened."
The voice in my ear was very soft and gentle, with the unique texture of a girl's voice.
Ji Yan's hands loosened and he completely lost all strength.
Fortunately, Pei Shuyu was holding her hand and his attention was on the charcoal pencil tip, so he didn't notice it.
While outlining the outer contour, Pei Shuyu said, "Look, lines like this are more vivid."
vivid……
Ji Yan pursed her lips, and strands of hair kept brushing against her neck, floating back and forth on her skin with the airflow generated by her speaking.
Very itchy.
"Even a line can have a transition from real to virtual..."
Pei Shuyu seemed to really want to teach her, as she explained it in detail.
“Crack.”
A crisp breaking sound broke the scene.
Pei Shuyu reluctantly let go of her hand: "I didn't control the strength well, change the pen."
Pei Shuyu picked up another piece of soft carbon and was about to put his chin back on Ji Yan's shoulder when he noticed the red color on that patch of skin.
Suddenly remembering that when Ji Yan was painting just now, she didn't say a word and her whole body was a little stiff, Pei Shuyu's heart was alarmed.
Although she was usually good at acting coquettishly and naughty in front of Ji Yan, this seemed to be the first time she had done such an intimate act.
It’s possible that Ji Yan dislikes such intimate physical contact, but because of their relationship, he was afraid that she would be embarrassed, so he didn’t say it directly.
Pei Shuyu: "..."
Fortunately, she was smart and quick to react and discovered it in time.
Pei Shuyu quietly distanced himself from Ji Yan, sat upright, supported himself with his left arm, tried his best to avoid touching her waist, and also kept a certain distance between himself and her.
This makes it seem less intimate.
Pei Shuyu didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but she felt that Ji Yan was a little more relaxed.
She silently gave herself a thumbs up.
I am really careful.
After drawing all the lines, Pei Shuyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and moved to the side: "Alright."
After keeping the posture tense for half an hour, her left arm felt very sore. “Finally, I’ve finished the painting.”
She carefully tore off the page of sketch paper: "Here, for you."
Ji Yan paused for a few seconds before taking it. She had only acted as a middleman for this sketch, paying no attention to the process or the weight of the brushstrokes. "You're not going to hand it over to your homeroom teacher?"
Pei Shuyu stretched and rubbed his left arm inconspicuously: "This one won't make a difference."
Ji Yan nodded and accepted it: "Do you need me to draw the rest of them?"
It seems that she really doesn't like interacting with people like this. Otherwise, with Ji Yan's personality, she should have said, "When can we paint the rest together?"
Pei Shuyu began to pick out the words.
"No, just play your little game." She turned to the next page in the sketchbook. "But you have a lot of homework, right? Aren't you going to do it?"
Ji Yan took out a few wet tissues and wiped off the carbon dust: "I'm done."
Pei Shuyu's mouth moved and he became completely quiet.
The carbon ash couldn't be easily wiped off, so Ji Yan went to the bathroom and squeezed some hand soap to wash it off. Then he returned to the living room, curled up on the sofa, and played the previous little game.
This time she thoughtfully turned off the game volume.
The only sounds in the living room were the scraping of pens against paper and the occasional turning of pages.
After drawing five sketches in a row, Pei Shuyu let out a long breath, crossed his hands and stretched them forward, then stretched his sore wrists.
On weekdays in the studio, she could paint for two or three hours straight without feeling tired, but at home, because it was homework, she didn't want to paint at all.
At this time, she would rather hold the tablet and draw freely according to her mood.
Her eyes fell on the person on the sofa, and Pei Shuyu's mind couldn't help but think of the painting that was rejected by Ji Yan. She shook hands, gave up the idea of pestering the girl to agree, and lowered her head to continue working.
Suddenly, a faint shadow appeared in her sight.
It’s Ji Yan coming over.
Pei Shuyu exchanged glances with her, and the latter turned and went to the kitchen: "What do you want for lunch?"
Pei Shuyu wasn't picky: "It's all right. I'll eat whatever you cook."
Ji Yan responded.
Thanks to her previous life as a single person, Ji Yan's cooking skills are pretty good.
After opening the refrigerator and rummaging around, Ji Yan was thinking about what to make for lunch when an exclamation suddenly broke out.
Ji Yan subconsciously ran to the living room.
The person sitting on the ground clenched his left index finger and blew on it from time to time. His facial features were twisted in pain. Seeing Ji Yan coming out, Pei Shuyu exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Hiss, it hurts so much... Ahhhh, it hurts so much."
She pulled out a few pieces of paper with a bitter look, pressed them on her fingers without caring about anything, and said to the people passing by, "I accidentally cut my hand while sharpening charcoal pencils."
Seeing the red on her fingertips, Pei Shuyu felt even more aggrieved: "How can a person be so unlucky?"
Ji Yan knelt in front of Pei Shuyu, took her hand, lifted the paper covering the wound, and carefully checked the depth of the wound.
Fortunately, it’s not very deep.
Ji Yan ignored Pei Shuyu's screams and dragged her to the bathroom, washing the wound with clean water. "The knife is covered in soot. Clean it up first."
Then, she found the home medicine box and said to the person who was taking a photo with his phone and sending it to Ruan Zhuangjing, "Hold out your hand."
Pei Shuyu obediently stretched out her injured hand and typed with one hand.
Pei Shuyu: [crying.jpg]
Pei Shuyu: [Wow, I cut my hand sharpening the pen and it's bleeding. It's so deep and hurts. Poor.jpg]
After sending the message, Pei Shuyu returned his attention to the matter at hand.
Ji Yan was using a cotton swab dipped in iodine to disinfect her.
It's cool and a little stinging.
Pei Shuyu felt a little stupid, and she tried to make excuses: "I was checking the class group messages at the time and didn't notice it, so I got it cut."
Ji Yan said calmly: "Oh."
Pei Shuyu: "..."
Ji Yan lowered her head slightly. She couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, but based on her understanding of the other person, she could probably guess what the expression on that face was.
He must be speechless and look at me as if I'm an idiot.
Pei Shuyu gave up and changed her mind: "Tell me, if I send this to the class teacher, will she stop me from paying the fine?"
Ji Yan put a Band-Aid on her, slid her fingertips along the back of her hand, grasped her wrist, lifted it up, and punctured her fantasy: "The injured hand is your left hand, what does it have to do with your right hand that you draw with?"
So sharp.
How can it be so sharp and so straightforward?
The phone thrown on the sofa vibrated, and Pei Shuyu picked it up.
Ruan Zhuangjing: [Go to the hospital quickly, or it will heal soon. Hug.jpg]
Pei Shuyu: [Goodbye, you will lose your dear daughter for a short time.]
After sending the message, she showed Ji Yan the screen of her phone: "It's good to have you here."
Ji Yan read the words clearly and raised an eyebrow: "It's okay, I put a Band-Aid on it before it heals."
Pei Shuyu: "..."
She leaned forward, resting her forehead on Ji Yan's shoulder, pretending to cry: "You actually don't stand on the same front with me. I'm so sad, so painful, so uncomfortable, so indifferent."
Ji Yan patted her back and said, "Get up."
Pei Shuyu pouted: "Can't I even lean on you for a bit?"
She sighed, and thought of the stiffness when she was guiding Ji Yan to paint. Not wanting this to affect their relationship any further, she simply asked directly, "Ji Yan, what level of physical touch can you accept?"
Ji Yan turned her head away: "Why are you asking this suddenly?"
Pei Shuyu thought for a moment and said, "Hmm... the level of painting I just touched upon, you didn't really like it."
Ji Yan tucked the hair on the side of her face behind her ear: "I don't dislike it."
Pei Shuyu was suspicious: "Really? You don't have to worry about me thinking too much."
Ji Yan closed the medicine box and said softly, "Really."
Pei Shuyu lay back, feeling inexplicably relaxed. "That's good. Seeing you so nervous at the time, I thought you didn't like it, but were too embarrassed to say it."
She was so unreasonable but still confident: "I'm so considerate. I've been holding up my arm and it's so sore. As a punishment, you have to write those papers of mine."
Ji Yan curled her lips emotionlessly: "Want to be a daydreamer?"
Pei Shuyu: "..."
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