please don't look at me

Ding Sha's water bottle was left in the classroom, he rushed to the teacher on the sidelines to make a report, and quickly ran into the teaching building.On the way, he ran into a few girls in the class who skipped their physical education class. After greeting them with a smile, he slid into the classroom on the smooth tiled floor.

The sultry air of summer leaked in through the window, and a scent of orange soda slipped through Ding Sha's nose.

Yu Xin sat in the corner by the window, bent over the table and concentrated on drawing.

Ding Sha held the water bottle in his mouth, and looked over curiously.

There was a smile on the corner of Yu Xin's mouth, the afternoon sun softened the hair on his head, making Ding Su want to reach out and rub it.

However, before he had time to see the painting in Yu Xin's hand, Yu Xin sensed his approach, screamed and tore the unfinished work to pieces, fled from the original position and stuck it to the corner of the wall.

Ding Sha was frightened by his sudden action and froze on the spot. After a while, he raised his hand and said in defeat, "Sorry, I shouldn't have peeked at your painting."

Yu Xin stood there in a daze, staring at him with a pair of big absent-minded eyes, and there was nothing inside.

"Yu Xin?" Ding Sha called him hesitantly.

Yu Xin suddenly took a quick breath and strode out of the classroom.

Ding Sha subconsciously followed, and called him from behind: "Where are you going!"

Yu Xin ran to the end of the corridor, stepped over the half-person-high guardrail, and jumped.

"Ahhh—!" Ding Sha jumped up from the bed suddenly.

He pinched his sore brows and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

It was just a dream, but the numb fingertips were out of his control, the tinnitus was out of his control, and the heartache was out of his control.

Ding Sha clenched his teeth, clenched his fists on his chest, and firmly suppressed his beating heartbeat.

He has been here for two weeks, and these days he does not dare to open the social software on his mobile phone. He only tells his assistant the newly changed foreign number, and asks him to notify himself if there is something urgent.

For the first time, he realized that he was a coward, everything about Yu Xin seemed to be wrapped in a scorching shell, and he dared not touch it.

Finally decided to like a man, and summoned up the courage to tell his family members about this feeling - he was afraid that all of this was fake, the side Yu Xin showed was fake, his fascination for Yu Xin was fake, Even those unfamiliar and sweet details of getting along with each other followed a carefully planned route, slipping step by step into an unpredictable and uncontrollable future.

Although I am abroad, the atmosphere of Chinese New Year is still strong at home. My parents couldn't find my younger sister who was going out to have fun, so they sent my elder brother to Chinatown to buy some New Year's goods.Ding Sha boarded the minibus, found a seat by the window and sat down, resting his chin on his hand, absently admiring the scenery along the road.When he came back here last time, the streets were not so wide, the artificially planted trees on the side of the road were not so tall, the familiar scenery was gone forever, and his heart had already lived in someone else.

The pastry workshop that my sister ordered to eat changed its address, and Ding Sha took a lot of detours before finally seeing the signboard in his memory at the corner of the street.He was deeply puzzled, and asked the proprietress: "The store is so big, why did you get this corner?"

The proprietress spoke in a Taiwanese accent, and even sighed a little coquettishly: "Oh, there are so many new stores now, the competition is high, and the rent has also gone up, so I can't support it."

Today's young people can't get used to my mild taste.

"Who said that?" Ding Sa smiled and handed over two more banknotes, "I want one more for the assorted box."

Ding Sha walked out from another alley, still chewing on the freshly baked mung bean cakes presented by the proprietress.

He has never been to this alley, but many familiar small shops have opened here, probably because it is remote and the rent is cheaper.

There is a small dusty room at the entrance of the alley, the wooden door is ajar, and there are many small moth-eaten holes on it, and the dust in the window tops is as thick as a fingernail.

Ding Sha originally wanted to pass by, but an inadvertent gesture made him stop.

Although extremely simple, this dilapidated house is indeed a studio, and Ding Sha smelled the smell of paint that he had smelled at Yu Xin.

He poked his head halfway in and saw a vague figure, so he pushed open the door and walked in: "Hello..."

He first greeted in English, and saw that the old woman inside was an Asian face, and tried to say in Chinese: "Hello, is this place open to the public?"

The old woman with half of her front tooth missing giggled twice and waved to him: "Young man, come in and have a look."

She staggered to the corner and pulled the light switch, and the room was immediately much brighter.

Ding Sha was dazzled by the incandescent lamp, shook his head for a moment to get used to it, and then avoided a white cat staring at him at his feet.

"Lucy! Come here." The old lady sat back on the wooden chair, patted the armrest, called the cat in English with a strange accent, and then said politely, "My daughter owns this shop. She is out now. Please wait a moment."

Ding Sha smiled back, thinking that he was probably recognized as a guest who came to pick up the paintings, so he didn't explain much, and observed here silently.

The outside looks dirty, but the inside of the house is neat and tidy, but there are a lot of drawing boards covered by gray cloth piled up in the corner. Ding Sha wanted to uncover them, but the old lady had already entered the back room, and he didn't even yell a few times. After getting a response, I had to give up and turn to look at the few works hanging on the wall.

The door was pushed open at this moment, and more intense light came in following the girl's steps.

"Huh, here to pick up the paintings?" The person came with a neat ponytail, wearing oversized denim jumpsuits, both trouser legs were covered with various colors of paint, and he was about the same age as Ding Sha's younger sister.

The attire reminded him of an acquaintance.

Ding Sha nodded to her: "I just happened to pass by and came in for a stroll."

The girl turned her head and closed the door, and when she turned around, she smiled, with an unreasonable anger: "Interesting, I specialize in painting portraits of people, are you also interested?"

Ding Sha put his arms around his shoulders and took advantage of his height to look down at the mixed-race girl who was less than 1.6 meters tall: "Why? Can't you come in and visit without painting a portrait?"

The girl glanced at him strangely, walked past him, and walked into the back room.

Ding Sha squatted down in front of the large canvas again, and asked loudly, "Hey, can I take out the painting under this gray cloth to have a look."

The girl rushed out again with a "bass", picked up the howling white cat with both hands, and didn't bother to give Ding Sha an extra look, and muttered: "As you like."

Ding Sha was never good at dealing with children of this age group, he shook his head and smiled helplessly, and gently lifted the gray cloth.

The picture frame is a simple wooden frame, the edges are a little rough, and the raised sawdust has been pricked several times.

He flipped through these old-fashioned sketches one by one, and the girl squatted beside Ding Sha at some point, and said viciously, "Have you seen enough?"

Ding Sha was puzzled: "These paintings are all well drawn, why are they piled up here?"

The girl pursed her lips, with a displeased expression on her face: "I painted these two years ago. The customer said that the paintings were not good or looked like them, so they sent them back. I couldn't bear to throw them away, so I put them here first."

After saying that, she looked at Ding Sha with disdain again: "You can't understand painting just by looking at it."

Ding Sha was amused by her appearance, seeing her getting more angry, he quickly softened: "Yes, I am just a layman!"

He flipped through two more, and his eyes lit up: "This one!"

Ding Sha pulled out a portrait of an old man sandwiched between the middle and back layers: "This one is the best."

When the girl saw it, she was happy: "This is my grandpa."

Ding Sha suddenly thought that the portrait in his hand might be the portrait of an old man. He felt a little uncomfortable, so he gently put the frame to the front: "Although I haven't seen your grandpa, I think this is probably the one you drew the most like. There's one."

He paused for a while, then added: "It's better than those on the wall."

The girl flicked her ponytail, and didn't take Ding Sha's compliment to heart at all. She stood up and kicked her numb feet, and said, "I think it's something I can't help if I don't look like enough. Those people I have never seen it before, and all I was shown was a photo, some of which were blurry! What I drew was basically two feelings."

"Isn't that the way it is? You just need to copy the characters in the photos."

The girl shook her head in disapproval: "That can only be similar...Let me give you an example!"

She squatted down again, pulled out a portrait, pointed to a middle-aged man in a suit who was over half a century old, and asked, "What kind of personality do you think this person has?"

Ding Sha casually replied, "A bit fierce? Is he meticulous in his work? I guess it's an auditor or an accountant."

"Hey!" The girl laughed mockingly, "This is the owner of the pig slaughterhouse downstairs! He didn't even graduate from elementary school, and he's still an accountant!"

She lowered her voice and snorted softly: "But people are quite nice."

"What about this one?" She pointed to the old man's portrait that Ding Sha held just now, "Then what kind of person do you think my grandpa is?"

Ding Sha didn't change his guesses, stared at the painting for a while and thought for a while, before answering: "Gentle and polite, well educated?"

"Hahaha!" the girl laughed.

"Guess wrong again?"

The girl shook her head: "You guessed it right, my grandfather is the kind of person who is knowledgeable—now you believe it, it is difficult to draw a person's cock without a deep understanding."

Ding Xiao nodded in admiration.

"By the way," the girl grinned, showing two pointed canine teeth, "I forgot to tell you, this painting was drawn by my grandma."

The author has something to say: Yesterday I really went to fall, and I thought about it for a long time.

Speaking of dreaming, I really want to write a special episode.

After the two had been together sweetly for a long time, Ding Sha had a dream and went back to his college days (because he was too young and underage, hey

Then he caught Yu Xin who was hiding in the corner and peeping at him.

Hey, hey, hey (hey how did I get dirty