Chapter 5 Spend Time Together
Si Yankai stood in front of the Fine Arts Department teaching building, looking up at the familiar window on the third floor.
The light illuminates the entire studio, and through the glass, you can vaguely see a small part of the studio's layout.
He knew that at this time, as expected, Tang Ximian would be in the studio.
When you push open the door of the studio, you are greeted by the unique smell of turpentine mixed with paint.
As expected, Si Yankai saw a familiar figure among the group of people painting diligently at once - Tang Ximian was standing in front of the easel with his back to the door, concentrating on mixing colors.
He was wearing a loose white shirt today, with the sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows, revealing a section of his fair forearms.
"It seems like Master Tang opening an art gallery is just around the corner!"
Si Yankai deliberately walked lightly behind him and spoke quietly.
Tang Ximian was so frightened that his hand trembled, and the paintbrush drew a discordant mark on the canvas.
He turned around suddenly and almost bumped into Si Yankai's chest.
"You walk silently? You scared me."
He widened his eyes, patted his chest, and couldn't help but brag, "It's still a long way to go before I can leave the art gallery, but if I work hard, it's still possible for me to become Master Tang!"
"Shh, keep your voice down and speak out."
Tang Ximian turned around and saw the painters turning their heads one after another to look at him. He quickly put down his paintbrush and walked to the empty side of the corridor.
Looking at Tang Ximian who followed him obediently, Si Yankai chuckled and reached out to rub Tang Ximian's hair.
Soft hair slid through fingers, with a faint lemon scent.
Tang Ximian immediately dodged: "You come again, I won't be able to grow taller!"
"How could that be?"
Si Yankai took a step back, leaned on the railing next to him, and handed him the cake he had been holding in his other hand.
"Here you go, this is C's new sea salt cake."
"If you show kindness without any reason, you are either a traitor or a thief!"
Having said that, Tang Ximian still quickly took the cake.
"What do you want from me?"
Si Yankai pursed his lips slightly, then slowly opened them, helplessly holding his forehead, "Why didn't you say this when I brought you cakes so many times before?"
"You really have something to ask of me?"
Tang Ximian was amused. "What's the matter?"
"Not really. The school is looking for someone to draw posters for the sports day. Do you want to go?"
"Is there any reward?"
Tang Ximian turned around and looked at him with his head tilted.
"Well... the student union should give it to you."
"I'm not interested in this. How about you give me some benefits?"
Si Yankai thought for a moment and said, "I'll take you skiing in the north next month."
"Deal. Invite Mu Jiu, Mo Ziyan, and the others to come along. It's been ages since we've been able to hang out together."
"Okay, you decide. We've just started school and are all busy. We'll get together when we're free later."
Tang Ximian took the plan from Si Yankai.
His fingers were long, white, and slightly painted. Si Yankai's eyes followed those hands unconsciously, and he came back to his senses when he heard the sound.
"The theme is actually about a young man chasing the wind? Isn't it about youthful spirit or passionate youth?"
"Well, is that okay?"
"That must be very possible."
When the two returned to the studio, most of the people there had already left.
Tang Ximian turned around, spread a new piece of drawing paper on the easel, and began to sketch.
Si Yankai stood behind him, looking at his focused profile.
The studio was very quiet, and the only sound was the scratching of pencils on paper.
Si Yankai watched Tang Ximian's pen tip flying on the paper, and soon he sketched the outline of a running boy.
The figure was tall and slender, with an indescribable sense of familiarity.
"This is..." Si Yankai narrowed his eyes.
"Don't talk." Tang Ximian didn't even raise his head. "You're disturbing my creation."
Si Yankai couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
The running figure was clearly him.
"The painting is very beautiful." Si Yankai said softly.
Tang Ximian's hand paused, the tips of his ears slightly reddened: "Stop talking nonsense."
The studio became quiet again, with only the rustling of pencils and the breathing of the two people.
The two of them silently enjoyed this peaceful moment.
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