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Cheng Yin couldn't bear to blink at this moment. The young man in front of him had grown into his ideal appearance.

The teenager who was sleeping on the bench opposite happened to be facing his direction, sleeping very deeply.The bridge of the nose is straight and the eyelashes are long.The brow bone is particularly beautiful, and the protrusion is just right, making the forehead line very smooth and looking extremely gentle.

However, this person seemed to be unguarded, and his sleeping appearance was innocent and innocent.

That's it!Cheng Yin roared in his heart, this is what Cheng Yin wanted to draw.

He has always wanted to paint a portrait of a teenager, but has been unable to find a model.Cheng Yin drew many pictures of the appearance in his mind, but none of them were very satisfactory.

The boy in front of him coincided with his imagination.It's not that the eyebrows and eyes are the same as imagined, but that they are exactly the same as the feeling he wants.

Cheng Yin stared at his stretched eyebrows, but the other party didn't know anything and fell into a deep sleep.Although there were no people around, the wind made the leaves above his head rustle, and the movement was not small.

But this man didn't die of sleep, after Cheng Yin watched him for a while, he got up lukewarmly.

He looks better with his eyes open, his double eyelids are extraordinarily gentle, most of them are hidden in the eyelids, only the end of one eye has a clear line drawn down slightly, exuding a special innocence.

But maybe too innocent?This person looked dazed, and looked a little silly. Anyway, Cheng Yin had never seen such an expression on the face of anyone except fools in movies. He was so dazed that he seemed to be unconscious of everything.

Is it a fool?

Cheng Yin couldn't help laughing, and at the same time was a little ashamed of his slightly malicious thoughts, but the boy opposite didn't notice him.

After about a minute, the man stood up and looked at the sky quietly.

Cheng Yin turned his head to the side and also looked at the sky.

The clouds in the evening are amazingly beautiful.

Pink and blue are smudged with each other and overlapped together, and the afterglow of the setting sun gives a thin golden layer on it.The clouds in the sky are cut into many small pieces, arranged randomly on the blue and white curtain.

At this time, the golden sun sank a little bit.The surroundings became strangely silent, even taking on a bit of solemnity.

Cheng Yin's hands started to move, and his eyes stared straight at the distant sky.By the time dusk fades and lights start to light up around, the painting is almost done.

Cheng Yin put away his things, picked up the drawing board and walked home.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Cheng Yin was still looking out the window with his eyes open.

Unable to sleep, he was thinking about the painting in his mind, but it was too strange to ask a stranger if he could be his model.

Cheng Yin jumped out of bed, sat down at the desk, spread out the paper, and began to write.

This is what his father taught him. Writing calligraphy can make people sink their minds and don't have to think too much.

When I picked up the pen, I didn't know what to write.Cheng Yin couldn't help thinking of the boy sleeping under the tree, the inner pair.

Cheng Yin laughed, her double eyelids were very restrained, and only a part of the corner of the eye was exposed, is it considered inner double eyelids?

How could he look like the boy he imagined in his paintings?

So he wrote on the paper:

Today I found a new word: introverted double eyelids, such double eyelids are not ordinary double eyelids, neither inner double eyelids nor outer double eyelids, but unique and beautiful double eyelids, double eyelids that look gentle and delicate.

The paintings he drew with his imagination before did not have such a pair of eyes.

Cheng Yin was simply free, and he didn't know what they called fan-shaped double eyelids.But the restrained double eyelids are indeed too pleasing to the eye.Those eyes hid the light deeply, they were too restrained, they were too good-looking.

The summer vacation is not long or short, but it is also the last complete summer vacation before the college entrance examination.

Cheng Yin didn't get too caught up in the distress of the start of school, and Cheng's mother was not in a hurry to spur her son, and woke him up when he was not late on the first day of school.

When we got to school, everyone else had arranged their seats.The head teacher and most of the students used the original formula, and only a dozen or so new students were added to form a new science class.

Cheng Yin tore the schoolbag off his back and held it in his hand, and when Lao Yang turned around to write something on the blackboard, he immediately slipped in lightly.Anyway, he is tall, sitting in the last row according to his height.

Lao Yang, who taught physics, left after speaking.The first section is the Chinese class. As a representative of students who are heavily partial to science, Cheng Yin has always hated the Chinese class, but today, he listened to the Chinese class seriously.

Cheng Yin likes numbers and creatures.Both science and mathematics are good, and English is barely good, but Chinese is always muddy and cannot support the wall.

He neither likes Chinese nor is he willing to force himself to study hard.The Chinese class is often a course for him to cultivate his health, refreshment and entertainment, but it is different now.He was no longer in a drowsy state for the first Chinese class since he entered the second year of high school.

Probably because she was proud of this earth-shattering and diligent act, Cheng Yin was so pleased with herself that she quickly turned her pen with various tricks.It's hard to say how pleasing the posture is, but it did live up to expectations and dropped the pen to the ground with a slap, successfully hitting the face.How proud I was before, how obvious the moment the pen flew out.

Cheng Yin quietly looked around, making sure that no one saw his embarrassing moment, and then stretched out his foot to reach for the pen.However, he didn't grasp the strength well, and the pen was kicked farther by him.Cheng Yin stared and thought for three seconds, and decided to give up the pen that disturbed his aura first, and took out another pen from the pen case.

After class, he almost forgot, but the person at the front desk held the pen, turned his head and asked him: "Is this your pen?"

After listening to a Chinese class, Yin's head grew big, and he didn't bother to lift his head when he leaned on the table. He only lifted his eyelids and looked at the other party's hand, and nodded, "Yes. Thank you."

He was about to reach out to pick it up, but the other party suddenly turned around.Cheng Yin was stunned for a moment, then straightened up, his eyes looked over the other person's shoulders, and he saw the person's movements.The pen fell to the ground and got dirty, and the boy at the front desk was wiping the dirty pen carefully with a tissue.

His fingers are slender and well-articulated.When dealing with a pen, the movements are delicate and gentle.

To be honest, the profile looks pretty good.From the frontal bone to the tip of the nose, and then to the lower jaw, the undulating lines are smooth and natural.

Cheng Yin kept looking at him.When the other party turned around again with a clean pen, a nice voice said, "Here you are." Cheng Yin's heart moved unusually, and he smiled at him, "Thank you."

"Li Yu, your name is quite special. I thought it was or at first." The female classmate next to him also turned to chat. Her name is Meng Jiahui, and Cheng Yin was in the same class as her before she was divided into arts and sciences.

Cheng Yin smiled, "We haven't met Xueba yet?" Meng Jiahui's grades are really good, she always gets the first place in her class, she doesn't like to show off, she always likes to sit at the back.Cheng Yin has a good relationship with her.

Meng Jiahui said embarrassedly: "Li Yu is here, what kind of academic master am I. This word is quite rare."

Li Yu smiled gently, "My father took my name, and besides my own name, I rarely see this word."

Only then did Cheng Yin realize that his front desk, a well-known top student, was assigned to his class only this semester.In the first year of high school, every time I took the exam, I was No.1 in the grade without any suspense.He is particularly good in Chinese, and always gets full marks in his compositions.Cheng Yin could barely remember how many of his compositions were printed in his grade and sent them out as model essays for them to read.

Maybe it's one test and one printing?

Cheng Yin looked at the pen in his hand, silently stroking the wiped body.

It turned out that he was Li Yu.This is the one who dared to stimulate his high school Chinese literature scum for a whole year.

The author has something to say: the first novel.Campus story, hehehe (I always feel shy when meeting for the first time).I like this restrained double eyelid very much.I hope readers enjoy reading the article.