Jun Ranran hasn't come to see her these days. She probably has something on her mind. In the past, if she didn't come to see the original owner, the original owner would take the initiative to find her.
Everyone in the school knew that Jun Li was a gangster with poor grades and loved to skip classes, but they also knew that Jun Li was very protective of her sister, so even if Jun Ranran made enemies in school, few people would come to pick a fight with her, and even if there were, they would be dealt with by the original owner.
This time she didn't take the initiative to find Jun Ranran, and Jun Ranran must have been anxious.
"Sure." Jun Li answered, just like before, and then she asked, "Where is the meeting? What time?"
Jun Ranran had thought it through before coming here. After getting Jun Li's answer, her smile became even brighter, and she said to Jun Li, "I'll wait for him at the back door after school."
Jun Li smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely help you make an appointment."
At noon, she went to the tree to squat as usual. He Yanhuan was still eating there. Jun Li found that it was actually quite pleasing to the eye when she looked at He Yanhuan from this angle while sitting on the tree. After dinner, he was still painting.
She leaned against the tree trunk and watched He Yanhuan painting with her eyes squinting.
He was painting the surrounding scenery. When Jun Li reached out and grabbed his pen, he stopped and looked down at her hand.
"He Yanhuan, it's so boring for you to draw this every day. How about you draw me?"
She leaned forward, and the distance between them suddenly narrowed. He Yanhuan's fair ears were just in front of her. She held his pen to prevent him from moving. After struggling twice, He Yanhuan reluctantly nodded his noble head.
Jun Li quickly put down his pen, sat down in front of him, rested her elbows on her legs, and then looked at He Yanhuan with her chin in her hand.
He Yanhuan glanced at her quickly and left.
During the following painting process, she did not move at all, her eyes always wandering over He Yanhuan.
He Yanhuan lowered his head, and sometimes frowned slightly when he came to complex parts of the painting. He sat on the grass with the blue sky, white clouds and green trees behind him, like a prosperous background board. From this perspective, he was no different from an ordinary teenager, and no one would think that he was an autistic patient.
She didn't know how long it had been, so long that she began to feel sleepy. She closed her eyes and planned to take a nap.
In a daze, she heard the sound of paper being torn. She opened her eyes and saw several pieces of white paper on the ground. Some rolled to the side, and some were pressed together like white rice balls.
He Yanhuan was still holding a piece of paper in his hand, as if he was going to crumple it up and throw it away. His face showed some rare other emotions, including impatience and panic. When he saw her looking over, their eyes met for a second.
She even saw his amber pupils as beautiful as crystal, but just for a moment, He Yanhuan looked away again. He picked up the empty lunch box and sketchbook, looked at his watch again, and then passed by Jun Li.
She also looked at the time. There were still five minutes before class. He Yanhuan was always punctual.
Jun Li was the only one left on the grass. She leaned over, picked up a ball of paper and spread it out. She simply sketched a small house on it, and then a small tree that covered half of the house.
She rolled the painting back into a ball and spread out the others.
In the second photo, there is something extra, which is her hand. In the third photo, there is an extra piece of clothing.
It seems that He Yanhuan wasn't drawing her at all.
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