He Yanhuan had just moved his things downstairs, and Jun Li was helping He Yanhuan clean up the room.
She kept complaining that He Yanhuan's room was small and monotonous. He Yanhuan was reluctant to change rooms at first, but after seeing her complain more and more, he finally agreed reluctantly.
He Yanhuan has changed a lot in the past six months. To others, he was aloof, but compared to before, he is much better now. At least he is no longer indifferent to the situation around him.
So she was always curious why He Yanhuan was unwilling to change rooms.
All the petals had lit up after New Year's Day last year, but she did not complete the task in the final exam last year. In the final exam before summer vacation this year, she managed to get fourth place, and finally completed two tasks.
While thinking about these questions, Jun Li began to open the drawers and help He Yanhuan sort out all the things. The last drawer was the one where He Yanhuan usually kept the more important things. Jun Li pulled it out tentatively and found that the drawer was not locked.
This is a bit strange.
She opened the drawer completely, and inside was a sketchbook. Judging from the cover, it should be the one that He Yanhuan often held in his hand when she first met him.
Jun Li took out the sketchbook and looked at it. The front was filled with paintings by He Yanhuan. She flipped through the pages one by one. When she reached the middle, she saw several similar paintings. They looked somewhat familiar, and the more she looked at them, the more familiar they became.
She thought about it carefully and suddenly caught something.
This...isn't this what He Yanhuan crumpled up and threw on the grass, and then she picked it up and looked at it?
Wasn't He Yanhuan planning to throw them away? Why did he lock these paintings in the drawer?
The more Jun Li read, the more curious she found it. When she turned to the back, she stopped.
In the last two paintings, one only shows half of her face, and the other has her entire face painted on it.
The person in the painting has her eyes half-closed, with a lazy look between her eyebrows, as if she is about to fall asleep. Her seaweed-like hair is scattered around her. She looks lively and pretty, with curved eyebrows and lips as if painted with rouge. She looks like a pearl just picked from a oyster.
This painting has been colored.
He Yanhuan rarely paints his paintings. Except for the rose at that time, she has never seen him paint any other paintings. Sometimes she would feel it was a pity because he had such good painting skills. If he painted with colors, it would definitely be the icing on the cake.
But she clearly remembered that He Yanhuan didn't draw her at all that day, so why was her appearance in this painting?
No, that's not right, maybe he did.
There was a crumpled piece of paper, but she didn't open it to look. Is it that one? But there are two of them. How can I explain this?
While she was lost in thought, she heard footsteps behind her. Without turning around, she heard He Yanhuan calling her. He Yanhuan saw her standing blankly in front of the table, walked around from the back to the front, and then saw what she was holding in her hand.
She asked him with a smile: "He Yanhuan, tell me the truth, have you been having improper thoughts about me for a long time?"
He didn't answer.
Last night, she said that he was very boring. Boys of his age would write diaries to record these things, and then they would be accidentally discovered by the person they liked. Although he said that this kind of thing was boring, he got up in the middle of the night and colored the painting. He knew that she would help him clean up the room today, so he didn't lock the drawer.
He thought that this was the best gift he could give her, even though the way was clumsy, but he still had to thank life for being kind to him and bringing her to him in such a beautiful way.
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