Continuously

The light streams down from the ceiling. In the bedroom on the third floor, which is gradually becoming a studio, there are several portraits that can be copied on the mirror.

Yao Jianqi sat in front of the easel until midnight.

After the last window on the other bank was dark, he finally took off the clean sketch paper and took out the biology book from his schoolbag.

The pages of the book were spread out on his lap, revealing a test paper that had been held between noon and now.

Yao Jianqi stared at Xu silently for a while, and finally opened it resignedly.

There is a sketch of a human body in the non-choice area.

To be precise, it is a sketch of a nude body.

The upper body of the person in the painting is lying on his back, his hands are crossed above his head, his right leg just bounces up, and there is a tight line at his ankle.

A gesture of acceptance.

If it doesn't involve so much, this is almost the best sketch Yao Jianqi has drawn so far. There is no extra auxiliary line, and it is concise and smooth.

So vivid.

Yao Jianqi took out the needle pen, the one he used during his lunch break, wiped off the ink from the tip of the pen on the edge of the page, and then refined the outline with one stroke.

A little shadow when the skin touches the ground, the muscles, the navel, the looming ribs like piano keys, the twisted shoulders and neck, and finally...the face.

The tip of the pen stopped here and did not draw down.

It is best to stop at this step, as a dream in the sense of universality, without any hint or concern, it just happened, no matter who the other party is.

But I clearly saw that face.

The eyebrows were sharply folded, the black pupils were deep, the unstoppable sweat slid down the cheeks, and the line of the lips that used to be sloppy was tightly wrapped and pursed together.

As Yao Jianqi thought about it, the tip of the pen unconsciously outlined it, which was no different from the dream.

Feeling relieved, he tore off the half-page paper, put it in the sketchbook, and pressed it under a few picture books on the table. Still worried, he simply stuffed it into his schoolbag and took it with him.

The mattress at the back sank, and one hand pressed the quilt beside Yao An, fearing that the wind would leak, so he lay down quietly, separated by the indentation.

Yao An muttered, turned over with his eyes closed, and put his hands on Yao Jianqi's waist.

Yao Jianqi looked at him, carefully lifted the wrist, and put it back.

After a while, he raised his head again and put Yao An's hand under the quilt.

Not long after closing his eyes, Yao An's leg landed on him again without notice, accompanied by a sleepy talk.

That leg was long and heavy, Yao Jianqi sighed slowly, and slowly pushed the leg back, but he couldn't move it no matter what.

Yao Jianqi withdrew his hand, and after a while, kicked hard, his leg flew up, but fell into the bed obediently.

"..." Yao Jianqi turned sideways, "Is it fun?"

Yao An couldn't help but laugh out loud, raised his eyelids and said, "It's so fun."

Through the light from the uncovered window screens, Yao Jianqi saw that his eyes were half-closed, as if he was dozed off, and he was still making a fuss.

He said helplessly, "Didn't I ask you not to wait?"

Yao An came up and knocked on the door once before, and he clearly asked the other party to go to bed early.

Yao An: "We can't sleep while waiting."

"How can there be such a thing?"

"You're weird, you're locked upstairs for one night, and you're not allowed to worry about me as a brother?" Yao An pulled Yao Jianqi over and rubbed his earlobe, "Tell me, what's wrong today? "

Yao Jianqi shrank his neck, trying to fool him: "Go to sleep."

"Don't sleep." Yao An straightened his head and faced each other, "If you don't tell me, neither of us should sleep tonight."

Yao Jianqi looked at Yao An's bloodshot eyes, thinking how crazy this person is usually, but he is so sensitive about his affairs, and he couldn't answer the questions.

Yao An waited patiently without urging, and stroked Yao Jianqi's forehead with his fingers.

Yao Jianqi moved his eyelashes a few times, but his mind wandered for hundreds of times, and finally half of his heart sank in such a caress.

He said softly, "I have someone I like."