This is probably the first time that He Yanhuan, a good student, has skipped class.
Although He Yanhuan is not sociable, it is undeniable that he is a good boy who abides by the rules.
When Jun Ranran came to see her in the morning, she even told her about Zhan Shuguang's daily activities, so around two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhan Shuguang would go to the basketball court to play.
Zhan Shuguang's academic performance is average, but his family is wealthy. I heard that someone in his family is a school director. Coupled with his sunny appearance, he attracted the attention of many girls. He is very good at sports and the teachers also favor him.
She brought He Yanhuan to the basketball court.
At this time, there were also people watching on the side, mostly girls. There were good students in the school who listened attentively to the lectures, and naturally there were also students who liked to have fun. They sat together in groups and pairs, staring at Zhan Shuguang on the court with infatuation.
She casually glanced at the tallest figure on the court, then took He Yanhuan to a seat in the corner.
He Yanhuan didn't like this noisy and crowded place, and was obviously hesitant. She squeezed He Yanhuan's hand and said, "Don't you like painting? It's the same here."
With her by his side, He Yanhuan felt a little more at ease.
He put the empty lunch box in his hand on the seat beside him, lowered his eyes and looked at Jun Li holding his hand.
Both of them had sat down, but she still didn't let go.
There was no sweat on his palms originally, but the weather was too hot, and the two of them were holding each other so tightly, the temperature rose, and they gradually became a little moist. He Yanhuan wanted to break free, but his hand in his pocket touched a piece of paper and a few paper balls, so he stopped moving.
His body was stiff and he dared not move, but his heart was pounding. He Yanhuan was a little flustered, and his eyelashes kept blinking like a butterfly flapping its wings to fly.
Jun Li watched the ball for a while, then looked at He Yanhuan for a while.
Although He Yanhuan didn't look at her, as long as Jun Li's eyes fell on him, he could always sense it and reduce the frequency of blinking. When Jun Li's eyes turned away, he started to get nervous again.
I didn't feel hot at first, but suddenly I felt hot.
Jun Li felt the temperature of his palm getting higher and higher, so she asked him, "Is it very hot?"
She loosened her hand. He Yanhuan tried to hook her hand with his pinky finger, but it didn't go well. He lowered his eyes and nodded, then whispered, "Draw...draw."
Seeing him like this, Jun Li couldn't help but chuckle. He Yanhuan heard her clear and pleasant voice and clenched the pen in his hand, but found that the lines that he could draw easily in the past became difficult to start. He frowned and put two dots on the drawing paper.
My thoughts began to drift away.
He has never painted a portrait of a person. He has always been painting the scenery around him. He is not blind and can see people, but he cannot accept them. Just like characters, in his eyes, those people are just a code. He cannot tell what the other person looks like. Even if he looks very carefully, he can't do it like before.
He knew he was abnormal, so he started to be casual, for example, not looking at someone's face, so he wouldn't have to worry.
Yesterday, he saw her hand. It was the first time he saw a part of a person that he could clearly identify and look directly at. He could even see her wound. All of this made He Yanhuan feel both novel and excited.
Also, it was not long ago.
She asked him to draw her, but he had no intention of drawing her at first. Maybe she was too close to him, so he had to face her directly.
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