Chapter 26 Chapter 26 You have a bad taste
“Distance creates beauty.”
Ji Yan's raised arm froze in mid-air, and then, as if she hadn't heard anything, she lifted up the hair that was folded on Pei Shuyu's shoulders and wiped the dampness off her neck.
Pei Shuyu leaned in closer, the damp coolness alleviating the discomfort from the heat. Ji Yan's hand was inconvenient at the back of her neck, so Pei Shuyu fetched a new wet wipe. "Are you done?"
At Ji Yan's feet, the books were neatly placed in a frame parallel to the frame edge. On the desk, there was a pile of study materials that Pei Shuyu had never seen before. Just by looking at the title of the materials, her eyes hurt and she wanted to look away.
She never wanted to deal with these things in her life.
Cui Qi, who was thrown aside, had a purple face. He was completely humiliated by the director's shout and jumped away in fear.
Seeing Chen Ye leave, he leaned over again, squeezing towards Pei Shuyu, occupying a central position where Ji Yan entered and exited. He kicked the book rack with his toe, "Ji Yan, this is heavy. I'll help you move it over. You and... Pei can just carry these books over."
He bent down, put his hands on the clips on both sides of the plastic frame, and lifted it up with force.
A few seconds later, Cui Qi suddenly lowered himself, and the bookcase he had lifted fell back down. Once again, he lost face. With his brothers watching, he held his breath and awkwardly excused himself, "Ji Yan, what's in that box? Why is it so heavy?"
Pei Shuyu curled her lips. The last time she and Ji Yan had a misunderstanding was because of Cui Qi. This time, the other party was trying to show off his presence in front of Ji Yan in front of her. An unknown emotion slowly climbed up her chest.
She had no liking for this man.
But Ji Yan didn't refuse, and she didn't know what to say.
Ji Yan said calmly, "Daily books." She paused, "I'll say it again, I don't need your help."
After being rejected repeatedly in front of everyone, Cui Qi suppressed his emotions and smiled: "Okay."
Pei Shuyu's mood inexplicably improved. She bent down happily, but was helped up by Ji Yan.
Ji Yan folded a few tissues on the two sides of the frame and said in a softer tone, "It's tight here, put some tissue under it."
Pei Shuyu: "Okay."
Pei Shuyu originally wanted to carry the books by herself, but was stopped by Ji Yan. The two of them took each side, stacked the remaining books on the desk, fixed them with tape, and carried them away.
The senior high school teaching building is behind the senior high school building, separated by a small open space.
Even with the paper under her fingers, Pei Shuyu could still clearly feel the pinch. After she finished moving her own things, she rushed over to find Ji Yan. Her arms were sore and numb from carrying them all the way.
She bit the inside of her mouth, switched hands, and then alternated between them.
He changed his hands again, and a pulling force came from the side. Pei Shuyu, who had been talking nonstop all the way, stopped talking.
Ji Yan stopped and said, "Take a break. I'm a little tired."
Pei Shuyu: "Okay."
As soon as I let go of my hand, a layer of warmth and coolness covered the back of my fingers.
Ji Yan took her hand and spread out her palm. The red marks on the knuckles that almost formed a line were shocking.
Ji Yan frowned and gently tapped the red mark with her fingertips: "Does it hurt?"
Pei Shuyu shook his head honestly.
It was painful at first, but when Ji Yan's warmth passed through her fingertips, it was only itchy, making her want to shrink back uncontrollably.
This feeling was too subtle. Pei Shuyu licked her lower lip helplessly, trying to hide her mistake and escape: "Not bad."
Ji Yan glanced at her and asked, "What are you hiding from?"
Pei Shuyu's defense was unconvincing: "I didn't hide."
Ji Yan raised an eyebrow, looked at the pair of erratic eyes, and laughed even more: "Why are you so blank?"
On the railings outside the corridors of several floors of the senior high school teaching building, students who had already moved in were chatting and relaxing outside.
After being escorted to Class 1, Pei Shuyu breathed a sigh of relief, her breathing becoming heavier. She was already prone to fever, and her face was now flushed. Beads of sweat hung from her jawline, running down the protruding veins of her neck and onto her collar.
Not liking the feeling of sweat, Pei Shuyu went to the bathroom on the second floor, turned on the faucet, and splashed the cool water on his face to cool down.
After rubbing her cheeks vigorously for a few times, until the burning sensation subsided a lot, Pei Shuyu rested her fair arms on the inky table and looked up at the person in the mirror.
Ji Yan always appeared behind her silently.
The girl walked up to her and put her hands in the running water.
Pei Shuyu leaned to the side.
A drop of water fell on Ji Yan's arm. It belonged to Pei Shuyu.
She looked up. The girl in the mirror was half-sideways, one hand on the table. From prolonged tension, the slender protrusions on the back of her hand were clearly visible. The hair clinging to her forehead had been washed carelessly by the water, lying there wet.
The beauty lines on her neck twitched, and her bright facial features became much softer after being washed.
Ji Yan turned off the faucet and used her still dripping hands to tidy up the hair of the person next to her.
Pei Shuyu bent her knees in agreement: "Don't get too close to me, you're all sweaty."
Unlike her, Ji Yan's body is warm and cool all year round. Even though he is so tired, he doesn't look tired at all.
Ji Yan deliberately misinterpreted her meaning: "Are you disgusted with me?"
Pei Shuyu said helplessly: "I'm talking about myself. I'll go back to the dormitory and take a shower while my class teacher is away."
Thinking of something, Pei Shuyu asked, "Are you going to take the exam tomorrow, Saturday?"
Students have been taking quizzes and tests in academic subjects these past few weeks, and Pei Shuyu hasn't seen Ji Yan in the studio with her for almost a month. "This morning, the color teacher jokingly asked me if we had a conflict, so you didn't come."
Ji Yan said: "I haven't received any notification about the exam, so I probably won't take it."
"good."
Friday night, sketching class in Studio 5.
When the sketching teacher was making a sample drawing, Pei Shuyu secretly took out a few cartoons he had drawn and filled in the remaining parts.
Every time students make a sample painting, it is a time for them to relax.
Qi Ying grabbed a bag of potato chips and ate them while watching the content on the projection. She generously stretched out her arms and shared them with the people around her: "Want some?"
Pei Shuyu was concentrating on adding and revising the content of the comics and didn't hear what she said.
Qi Ying asked her again, but still got no response, so he turned his head away.
The contents of the paper, divided into comic strips, are revealed. The comic strips of varying sizes are filled with corresponding content, with words strung out in bubbles or borderless spaces that suit the situation.
Pei Shuyu is filling in the last one.
A girl was holding another girl's hand tenderly, her waist bent, her lips almost touching the latter girl's skin.
The latter girl's finger was drawn with a special line, which meant injury.
"You...have even gotten to the point of accepting comic manuscripts now?"
Qi Ying's voice was quiet, but it struck Pei Shuyu like a thunderclap, startling her and causing her to instinctively gather her sketches. After realizing who had spoken, she unfolded them again. "I was so scared! This isn't a comic book I accepted, it's... Don't worry about it. I've just finished it, so please help me take a look at it."
Qi Ying not only likes to read novels, but also likes to read comics.
This was her first time drawing something like this and she lacked experience, so asking someone for help was the most direct and convenient way to check for problems.
Qi Ying wiped his hands, took the thin pages, flipped through them again and again, glanced through them, and gave a simple evaluation: "Not bad, this line, this shape, this..."
"Stop," Pei Shuyu said, "that's not what I want to hear. "Come on, seriously. Can you tell what this cartoon scene is about?"
Qi Ying sat up straight and started reading from the first scene. He easily figured out the general story from the texts corresponding to the characters and scenes.
From the first scene where a girl sits on the sofa and another sits on the ground, to a man hugging the person in front from behind, with their chests and backs pressed against each other, their waists embraced by their arms, stacked together without a gap, the scenes flip through one after another, and then to what is seen while eating potato chips, forming a complete plot.
The ambiguous atmosphere is vividly reflected in the black and white comics, with the black filling and blank areas guiding the character's emotional ups and downs.
Qi Ying read it carefully again, his eyes shining: "You are really good. You didn't finish the last draft with two female protagonists, so this time you started drawing comics directly."
Pei Shuyu asked her opinion: "How is it? Do you understand it?"
Qi Ying gave her a speechless look and pointed at one of the characters: "Of course I understand. Look at the way this person is looking at the person in front of him. He's almost tearing into a thread."
She opened the part where Pei Shuyu was teaching Ji Yan how to sketch, and the person she was pointing at was the girl who was holding the hand of the person in her arms.
That is Pei Shuyu himself.
Qi Ying continued to chatter, "It's too ambiguous. What made you think of drawing this?"
Pei Shuyu frowned: "Where is it ambiguous? It's just a very normal scene."
Qi Ying retorted: "They're hugging each other like this, almost kissing each other, how can it not be ambiguous? Really... eh."
Why do the facial features and outlines of the people in the comics feel so familiar, as if I have seen them somewhere before?
Qi Ying pressed the temple acupoint.
Pei Shuyu: "What are you doing?"
Qi Ying: "Don't talk."
She thought of something, opened her eyes wide, and looked carefully at the person in the cartoon. Then she raised her head, stared at the person in front of her with a puzzled look on his face, and her throat moved.
No way...
Feeling uncomfortable being stared at by her, Pei Shuyu raised his chin and said, "Hurry up and see if there's anything wrong."
Qi Ying didn't answer immediately, but asked cautiously, "What are you doing?"
Anyway, she was going to give it to Ji Yan tonight, so she didn’t hide it and told the truth: “A small gift for Ji Yan.”
Qi Ying stretched out his tone: "Oh~ no problem, very good."
Pei Shuyu took another look at the drawing after returning it to her hands. Perhaps because Qi Ying mentioned the word "ambiguous", she actually sensed a hint of ambiguity.
But she and Ji Yan have always been getting along in this way, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it.
Pei Shuyu hesitated: "You just said that this cartoon is too... ambiguous?"
Qi Ying was silent.
Looking at the character that this comic was based on, could she still say that?
Qi Ying swallowed the potato chips that had just been put to his mouth and said seriously: "It's not ambiguous. How is it ambiguous? It's normal, okay."
Pei Shuyu: "That's not what you just said."
Qi Ying: "Just treat me as blind, okay?"
Pei Shuyu: "...Okay."
Two hours later, the sketching teacher finished the sample drawing, turned off the projector and let the students draw on their own.
The remaining time was not enough to complete a whole sketch, so Pei Shuyu completed the light and gray and dark relationships according to his own rhythm.
There were five minutes left before school was over. Pei Shuyu squeezed some hand sanitizer and went to the sink to wash her hands.
Among the three subjects of sketching, quick drawing and color drawing, Pei Shuyu likes color drawing the most. Firstly, it is faster to draw, and secondly, it will not dirty her hands like sketching and quick drawing.
When I came back, the sketching teacher had left early and some people in the studio were already waiting for the get out of class to end.
Pei Shuyu wiped his hands dry, carefully took out the comic manuscript, folded it neatly and held it in his hand.
Qi Yinggang roughly drew the facial features, whispered a few words to Pei Shuyu for her opinion, made a note next to the sketch paper, and planned to revise it tomorrow.
It’s not time for training yet, so we’re still a bit relaxed.
"I'm so hungry," Qi Ying was messaging his friend at the end of get out of class. He was talking to Pei Shuyu, "Want to buy something to eat at the school gate?"
Pei Shuyu: "No, go by yourself, I'm leaving first."
Qi Ying was still typing: "Okay, hey, that's not right, what do you mean you left first? Don't we have to walk together for a while when we go back?"
Pei Shuyu can still fly back over this long distance.
Putting away the phone, a familiar face appeared.
Qi Ying changed the subject: "Oh, I'm leaving."
Pei Shuyu really couldn't fly back, so Ji Yan came to pick her up.
What the hell, Qi Ying felt like he had eaten a mouthful of dog food tonight.
First, he helped Pei Shuyu read the comics based on her and Ji Yan, and now he saw Ji Yan coming to pick up Pei Shuyu.
No, isn't today Friday? Shouldn't Ji Yan be in evening study?
The studio and school have the same closing time. Even if Ji Yan wants to come, shouldn't she be on the road by now?
This person came flying.
Qi Ying chose to turn a blind eye and silently walked around the two of them.
As Pei Shuyu walked out of the studio, she saw someone walking towards her against the flow of people in the dim light.
Perhaps because she was outside of school, Ji Yan's long hair was spread out, her facial features were inherently cold, with a lot of white space on her face, her face was extremely smooth, and there was a hint of alienation in her eyebrows. Among the crowd immersed in the joyful after-school scene, her quiet and steady appearance was noticeable at a glance.
Their eyes met, and Pei Shuyu waved his hand, causing the stack of papers in his hand to sway.
She trotted over: "Ji Yan."
The lighting in the art school was dim, so Pei Shuyu got closer and jokingly said, "I thought I was seeing things. Why are you here?"
Naturally, she thought of what Qi Ying thought of.
Ji Yan tilted her head: "Didn't I say that I haven't been to the studio to accompany you for a long time?"
Pei Shuyu was nervous: "Are you skipping class?"
She can't lead Ji Yan astray.
No, she never skipped classes either.
"No," Ji Yan was amused by her appearance, and his facial features relaxed. "Today's evening study is English. The English teacher is giving us a small test. Those who have finished can leave first."
Pei Shuyu understood: "Is that so."
On the cement road outside the school, a group of students walked in groups of three or four, forming a very long front.
Pei Shuyu and Ji Yan were among them. The former kept stroking the comic drafts, wondering whether to give them to Ji Yan now or give them after returning to the dormitory.
In fact, it wasn't long before Pei Shuyu deliberately slowed down her pace and distanced herself from the group of people in front. She glanced behind her and found that the person closest to them was five meters away.
Pei Shuyu moved the drawing to the hand closest to Ji Yan, then moved closer to Ji Yan's hanging arm, hooking her little finger around Ji Yan's palm.
What used to be a normal action made my heart beat especially fast tonight.
The little finger was held and a few pieces of paper covered the back of Ji Yan's hand.
Ji Yan lowered her head and went to get it.
Pei Shuyu called out to Ji Yan before she could speak.
"Ji Yan."
Ji Yan hummed, then slowly asked, "What's wrong?"
The illusion was even worse. These words seemed to be spoken right next to her ear, so softly that it made Pei Shuyu nervous.
What Qi Ying said when he looked at the painting kept appearing in her mind.
What are the lines in the eyes? What is ambiguous?
Her mind was filled with these words.
Pei Shuyu bit her lower lip hard and put these unrealistic thoughts behind her.
This was just a surprise to cover up another surprise.
Pei Shuyu convinced herself, and with a flick of her fingertips, a few sheets of paper easily fell into Ji Yan's hands.
She looked up at the starry sky, avoiding Ji Yan's probing gaze, and steadied her voice: "I expanded the picture I drew last time and gave it to you."
The comic frames are filled with the characters' different expressions and actions, accompanied by text to explain them.
Vivid and fresh, it recreates the scene of that day.
Ji Yan looked through it carefully, matching what she saw with what she thought in her mind.
The feeling of contact that day still lingered in her hand. Ji Yan clenched Pei Shuyu's little finger, and with her other hand, she stroked the face of the character in the comic.
The tactile feel of paper is far inferior to that of real people.
Ji Yan's eyes flickered with a faint smile: "Is this you and me?"
Pei Shuyu felt a heat rising in her ears. Qi Ying's words kept coming in, constantly burning her shame: "Well, didn't you say you liked the scene that day?"
Ji Yan pulled Pei Shuyu and asked her to walk slower: "You remember what happened that day so clearly?"
Pei Shuyu's ears turned even redder. She turned her head to explain, but unexpectedly saw the girl's undisguised smile in her eyes.
Pei Shuyu was speechless for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Don't you remember it too?"
That night, it was clearly Ji Yan who broke down what happened that day and fed it into her brain.
No matter what, Ji Yan remembered it better than her.
Ji Yan said frankly: "That's right, I remember a lot of things."
Along the way, Ji Yan flipped through those thin pieces of paper countless times, and maintained interest in everything with curiosity.
Pei Shuyu could only see the person next to her with his head raised. From the side, his facial features looked more delicate and three-dimensional, with a high nose bridge that was a layer of snow.
When Pei Shuyu was about to reach the path through the school gate, she saw her class teacher.
Li Ran sits on an electric car and patrols this must-pass road to ensure the safety of the students.
There was a person standing next to Ban Jie's small battery.
They are from Class 10.
The man's back was slightly bent, and he grabbed his pants helplessly.
The students walking in front would secretly look back from time to time.
"Why do you suddenly have this idea? Is there something you don't know?"
As she got closer, Pei Shuyu heard what Ban Jie said.
"It's not training time yet, and I've been learning for so long, it would be a shame to give up."
The person being persuaded said, "Sister Ban, I don't think I'm suited to painting. It's too difficult. I can't find the right shape at all, and the colors are terrible. I'd rather switch back to academic subjects."
The class teacher advised: "If the shape is not accurate, just practice more. If the color is not good, just memorize the fixed color mixing. The main thing is the progress of the cultural class..."
I've heard that every year there are students who can't hold on and transfer back to the general studies class, but this is the first time I've actually encountered that.
Pei Shuyu didn't have a deep impression of this person. She and he were not from the same studio, so she didn't know what his paintings looked like.
After walking for a distance, the people ahead started to discuss.
"It's hard to keep up now if you switch back to the cultural studies class."
"I've seen his sketches. The shapes are okay, but they're too stiff. It feels like the characters have thorns on their faces."
"Don't mention it. My current drawing is also like this. How can I make the lines softer? If it doesn't work, I'll just switch back to cultural studies."
“…”
Ji Yan: "How is your painting going now?"
Pei Shuyu said: "It's okay at this stage."
That's what it means, Ji Yan thought.
*
On the way to the studio on Saturday, Qi Ying bought breakfast on the way and arrived a few minutes late. He was caught by the principal who was waiting at the art school and was criticized.
Qi Ying entered Studio 5 with a pale face, sat back in his seat, and turned around to complain to the people around him: "I'm speechless. Why did he suddenly catch people outside for being late today? Before, I was late for half an hour and I didn't see him. Today, I was late for a few minutes and he caught me and scolded me for half a day."
She cleared her throat and imitated the art school principal's way of speaking: "It's already so late, training is about to start, and you're still so lazy. Every extra stroke you draw will give you a little more hope than others..."
The words that used to make people around me laugh, today few people responded.
Qi Ying puzzledly tugged at the person sitting next to her: "What's going on? What did the color teacher say?"
The color teacher has always been gentle and rarely speaks harshly, so most students are not afraid of her.
"Look back." The person next to him reminded.
Qi Ying turned around.
After a while, she turned her head and saw that the seat next to Pei Shuyu, which had been vacant for more than a month, was now occupied by a familiar person.
Ji Yan is here.
It's only been a month since we last saw each other, and these people have already started to pay attention to their image.
Qi Ying packed up the half-eaten breakfast and straightened his sagging back.
Pei Shuyu put the drawing paper on the table, spread her legs, put her whole body down, stirred the pen, and looked around habitually before starting to paint.
"Why are you so serious today?" Pei Shuyu asked curiously.
Qi Ying always hesitates for more than ten minutes before starting to write. Why is he so active today?
Especially when I was scolded today, it ended with just a few complaints.
It's incredible.
Qi Ying: "I have always been serious."
Pei Shuyu: "...Do you believe what you said?"
Qi Ying: "Be quiet."
On the other side, Ji Yan picked up Pei Shuyu's pencil case, took out ten sticks of soft charcoal, medium charcoal, and hard charcoal, put a piece of paper on the table in front of him, and sharpened the sticks one by one.
Pei Shuyu thought she was bored, so she didn't bother her. When she was almost done with the colors, she whispered, "Are you bored?"
Ji Yan: “Not boring.”
Pei Shuyu said, "Don't whittle any more after you've whittled this one. Your hands will be covered in charcoal dust."
Ji Yan slowly put the sharpened pencils into the pencil case, then picked up another one: "I won't cut my hand."
Pei Shuyu was helpless: "That time was an accident."
Ji Yan: “Yeah.”
The color teacher came over midway and said in surprise: "Hey, it's been a while."
Ji Yan shouted "Hello, teacher".
After the class ended, Pei Shuyu took a look at the relationship between the pictures, put away the brush, turned to the side, took out the pen and utility knife that Ji Yan was holding, spread the girl's arms and closed her legs, then turned her back to Ji Yan with satisfaction, lay down, and habitually fell into Ji Yan's arms: "Huh, I'm so tired."
Both of Ji Yan's hands were covered in charcoal ash, so he could only use his arms to restrain Pei Shuyu and prevent her from sliding down.
The few times she came before, Pei Shuyu had never leaned on her arms in front of outsiders like this. Today was the first time.
The bottom of her eyes was her long black hair. She only needed to lower her head slightly, and her chin could rest against Pei Shuyu's head.
Pei Shuyu fiddled with the paintbrush: "Summer vacation is only half a month away."
Ji Yan: “Yeah.”
Pei Shuyu raised her head in disbelief, her tall nose rubbing against Ji Yan's skin. She asked in disbelief, "You just said 'hmm'?"
Wasn't her reminder obvious enough? Ji Yan had clearly said that she would accompany her during the summer training camp, and now she had forgotten?
Pei Shuyu raised her left hand in dissatisfaction. That hand was clean and had not been touched by charcoal dust or paint.
She grabbed a strand of Ji Yan's long hair, twisted it around her finger, and tapped Ji Yan's cheek: "I'll give you another chance to answer."
Ji Yan lowered her head a little more: "Good luck in summer training."
Pei Shuyu: "..."
She grabbed the back of Ji Yan's neck, pushed him down again, and raised her head: "You promised me."
Her expression was a little anxious, but for the sake of face she didn't point it out directly, and she almost made it clear to her over and over again.
The person in his arms moved around dishonestly. Ji Yan resisted the urge to rub her cheek and said, "I'll train with you."
Pei Shuyu was satisfied: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Qi Ying, who was closest to him, heard the rustling sound behind him and turned to look at Pei Shuyu's painting.
The painting on the drawing board is extremely complete, and it can be submitted by just adding some highlights.
In the back was a small wine glass that was so blurry that it was almost invisible. Qi Ying looked at his own painting and thought it was too solid. He couldn't feel the relationship between the real and the virtual in the front and back.
She patted Pei Shuyu's outstretched legs and asked, "How did you draw the wine glass?"
Pei Shuyu casually said, "The color is gray, with a bit of dry brushstrokes around the edges."
Qi Ying pondered for a while, but couldn't find the color he wanted, so he asked for help again: "Help me draw a stroke."
Pei Shuyu didn't want to get up, so she patted Ji Yan's waist and said, "Move the stool closer to Qi Ying."
Qi Ying was so focused on asking questions that he ignored the person Pei Shuyu was leaning on. Qi Ying realized it belatedly and the corner of his mouth twitched.
After years of education, Qi Ying closed his eyes fiercely when faced with a top student with a halo and a good personality.
Ji Yan protected Pei Shuyu's upper body, moved the other person's folding stool over first, and then moved himself over to ensure that Pei Shuyu would not fall.
Ji Yan asked, "Is this distance okay?"
Pei Shuyu lazily said, "Yes, sure." She touched Qi Ying's paintbrush and said, "Bring me the palette paper."
Pei Shuyu felt a little indebted today, but Qi Ying had something to ask of her, so he chose to be patient for two minutes and settle the score with Pei Shuyu after he finished painting.
No, I will wait until Ji Yan is not around and then settle the score with Pei Shuyu.
Lying down, Pei Shuyu added a few strokes of paint, stirred it a few times, and then placed it on the wine glass that Qi Ying had originally painted, covering it.
Qi Ying's eyelids twitched fiercely: "Don't ruin my painting."
Pei Shuyu changed his pen: "You actually questioned my ability."
Qi Ying: "No, no."
Pei Shuyu raised her upper body slightly. She was a little squinting at this angle, and the drawing would be crooked if she wasn't careful.
The hair floated with her movements, and the broken hair wandered on Ji Yan's face. The touch in her arms and the breath in her nostrils were real and within reach.
Ji Yan gently put her arms around Pei Shuyu's waist, rested her face on Pei Shuyu's shoulder, and breathed shallowly as the person in her arms wrote.
Qi Ying focused his attention on the tip of the brush, observing the brushstrokes and color distinctions.
Progressing layer by layer, the wine glass in the model painting was completed with just a few strokes.
Pei Shuyu loosened her grip, and the paintbrush fell into the bucket. "Have you learned it?"
Qi Ying nodded: "I learned it."
Pei Shuyu patted Ji Yan's cheek with her clean hands and said, "Let's go back to the palace."
Only then did Qi Ying notice the posture of the two people, and her eyelids twitched heavily, as if she had eaten a real melon.
In the past, the quarrels with Hua Yu were just playful, but from last night's cartoon draft to today's face-to-face, the expression in Ji Yan's eyes was no less emotional than the eyes of the little figures in those cartoons that were drawn based on Pei Shuyu's drawings.
She silently took out her phone and sent a message to Hua Yu: [It’s real.]
Hua Yu: [? ]
Qi Ying: [I have reason to suspect that Pei Shuyu and Ji Yan have had a conversation.]
Hua Yu: [They just talked about it.]
Qi Ying: [!!! No, I'm serious! Not the kind we used to talk about before. Really, seriously, you know what I mean!]
Hua Yu: [? ]
Hua Yu: [??? Revealed?]
Qi Ying stole a glance at the two of them: [It feels like it's almost time. The sky is falling.]
Hua Yu: [The sky is falling. I'm rushing to your studio right now.]
Thirty seconds later, Hua Yu appeared in Studio No. 5 in a hurry.
"Where are they? Where are they?" Hua Yu looked around but didn't see the two people.
Qi Ying said, "She went to wash her hands with Ji Yan."
Hua Yu pulled over a chair and sat down: "Tell me in detail."
Qi Ying pulled over a piece of paper and quickly drew two stick figures. As he drew, he said, "Just now, Pei Shuyu was lying in Ji Yan's arms like this, and Ji Yan was leaning against Pei Shuyu like this, and their eyes looked like this."
Qi Ying kept confusing Hua Yu with all this and that, and there was nothing unusual about the stick figure he drew.
Qi Ying pointed his index and middle fingers at his eyes: "That's the look."
She stared at Hua Yu.
Hua Yu felt a chill when she looked at him: "Your eyes seem perverted."
Qi Ying: “…”
Never mind, she endured it.
She changed her demonstration and leaned back against Hua Yu: "Lean like this."
Hua Yu was puzzled: "What's wrong with that? It's normal between girls."
Qi Ying rolled his eyes and couldn't help but said, "Why don't you understand? Just like that..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
Hua Yu urged, "What's going on? Class is about to start."
Qi Ying got up from Hua Yu's arms and called out, "Pei Shuyu."
Hua Yu understood, then stood up and gave up his seat.
Pei Shuyu: "What's wrong, Huayu?"
Hua Yu: "Come and see what your class is drawing." She kicked Qi Ying's chair and said, "You've just picked out the highlight. What are you doing for the rest of the morning? Slacking off?"
Pei Shuyu had already sat down, leaning back leisurely in Ji Yan's arms, and said lazily: "Otherwise, you haven't finished painting yet, have you?"
Hua Yu: "Stop talking nonsense."
Ji Yan bent down her lips, her washed hands still damp with moisture.
Pei Shuyu hooked her hand and squeezed it occasionally.
Qi Ying waited for the two to do something more intimate so that Hua Yu could see through what she wanted to express, but until the class bell rang, neither of them did anything more inappropriate.
Although it's already very intimate now.
Before Hua Yu left, she mouthed, "Next time, take photos in advance."
Qi Ying suddenly realized how she could have forgotten such a simple thing as taking a photo.
Sure enough, the brain was not able to function properly after the shock.
Before sitting up straight, Ji Yan looked at Qi Ying thoughtfully.
After finishing the highlights, Pei Shuyu took the paint box down and placed it between herself and Ji Yan.
Taking out a scraper, Pei Shuyu began to scrape the paint.
When dipping the paint, it is easy to bring the color into different paint boxes. For example, if the khaki paint box is stained with grass green and other colors, if you don't pick them out and mix them together, the colors will become dirty.
After picking out the dirty colors and throwing them into the trash can, Pei Shuyu would spray some water on the paint with a spray bottle and stir it.
Keep the paint from drying out.
Taking the paint box down and placing it between the two of them was simply to make it easier to talk.
Pei Shuyu picked out the mixed colors from the white paint and filled it up again: "I don't know exactly when the training will start. I hope we can have a few more days of rest in between."
Ji Yan pointed at the scraper and said, "How many days of rest were there in the past? We can make inferences based on past experience."
Pei Shuyu: "Last year, we took a week off before starting training. But isn't this class led by Director Chen? We might only have two or three days off."
Ji Yan pointed at the scraper and said, "Give me one."
Pei Shuyu refused: "No, this paint dries my hands terribly and makes them uncomfortable."
Ji Yan said: "It's okay, give it a try."
Pei Shuyu borrowed a scraper from Qi Ying and handed it to her: "You can't pick out all the mixed colors, but a little bit is okay, it won't affect much. Stir it after you pick it out. Here's the spray bottle. My paint is not very dry, so just spray it on."
"But there can't be any other colors in the white paint. Just dig out the colored parts without worrying about waste." Pei Shuyu said again.
Ji Yan had a general understanding of it.
Pei Shuyu and I started stirring the paint from different ends.
The two of them were much faster.
Pei Shuyu said, "They all say that white paint is the most important for art students. Last time, there was a quarrel in a studio over white paint."
Ji Yan didn't know about these studios: "Huh?"
Pei Shuyu laughed: "It seems that the brush was not cleaned properly, and it directly poked the white paint. Then the person said, you can touch anything on me, but why did you touch my white paint?"
Ji Yan was puzzled: "Is this the reason for the quarrel?"
Pei Shuyu shrugged. "Of course not. In fact, this is just an exaggeration. No matter how important white paint is, there's no need to argue over such a small matter."
She lowered her voice and said, "It is said that the person he likes is with someone else, and he used this as an excuse to have a fight."
After saying this, Pei Shuyu sighed, "Tsk, they're all quite clever. They even use objects to describe people. Otherwise, if this gets to the Dean, it would all be over."
The students in their grade group are all very strict and pay close attention to every aspect.
Pei Shuyu was curious: "There shouldn't be any premature love in your class, right? After all, it's the class led by the Dean."
Ji Yan was not aware of the affairs of the class, and even if she knew, she kept it very secret. If someone like her who was indifferent to such matters knew about it, then Director Chen would know about it soon.
When the paint was almost stirred, Pei Shuyu closed the paint box.
The sound of the lid snapping was quite loud, and everyone around looked over. The color teacher noticed this and walked over. After looking at Pei Shuyu's painting for a while, he nodded and said, "Give me the painting."
Pei Shuyu tore off the tape on all four sides.
It was still hanging in the center of the blackboard in front. The color teacher pointed at the picture with a long stick and said, "Look here."
"The relationship between light and dark, the relationship between reality and illusion, and the progression of tones are all very well done. The reflection and brightening of objects are also very good..."
After the color teacher finished speaking and left, Pei Shuyu whispered to Ji Yan, "School is over in an hour. What should I do if I don't want to paint?"
Ji Yan said, "Do a test paper."
Pei Shuyu pouted, "You have such a bad taste." While the color teacher was away, she took Ji Yan and slipped out, "Come with me."
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