XNUM X night

Actually, you were kidnapped by me.

Sang Yintian didn't know how long he had been drawing on the paper, until the end of the movie, until the scent left in the living room was completely gone, he never looked up again.He frowned, revising the line draft in his hand over and over again, rubbing and drawing, and rubbing after drawing.After modifying the same place five or six times, Sang Yintian still felt unsatisfied and could not achieve his expected effect.

Ye Siran couldn't bear to disturb him, and occasionally turned her head to stare at the tip of his nose, and then pulled the progress bar of the movie back to one third.

"Hey, you've watched the same clip three times, aren't you sleepy?" Sang Yintian said suddenly, his voice seemed to be particularly pleasant under the background of the sensational and tacky movie lines.Ye Siran subconsciously shook her head and rubbed her arms. "Not too sleepy, maybe it's because you took me back at night... slept too long."

For some reason, Sang Yintian always felt that Ye Siran was a bit different from before.At least now the time to speak a complete sentence is less exhausting than it used to be.

Regardless of whether this is the first step in overcoming communication barriers, Sang Yintian always feels that this is a good start.

"Yo, it seems that the memory is not bad." Sang Yintian joked with a smile, "Actually..."

Sang Yintian stopped writing suddenly, his face was tilted, and part of the projection screen on the wall hit his body.Even the light and shadow of half a line was printed on the face.

This line extends from Sang Yintian's beautiful face to the white wall of the living room.

【The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love in return】

【The greatest thing is to love and be loved at the same time. 】

"Actually what..."

"Actually, you were not brought back by me, but... kidnapped by me." Sang Yintian closed the sketchbook in his hand, "MydearPuppy."

[My dear puppy. 】

Ye Siran suddenly turned his head and stopped looking at the boy in front of him. He didn't understand what the English sentence Sang Yintian just said meant.

But judging from his triumphant expression, it must not be a good word.Ye Siran hesitated a little, and slid onto the carpet along with the thin blanket.The end of the thread was pulled out from the corner of the sofa, and Ye Siran wrapped his hand around his fingertips.

Sang Yintian laughed again.It seems that the person sitting at his feet is a switch that is separated from his body. When he is unhappy, he will laugh when he presses it lightly.

Forget all the bad things.

To Ye Siran, the current feeling is really strange.A few months ago, he still belonged to the type of person who panicked when he saw a crowd, and ran away immediately when he was approached by someone.He likes to stay alone in a place with few people and enjoy the night breeze. Not only does he avoid too much communication, but he also calms down his chaotic mood.

He used to think that he really didn't need friends.

But now it is different, he will start to slowly try to say a lot, although it is still a bit incoherent, but Sang Yintian will never laugh at him, nor will he dislike him, but will stare at him seriously face, said: "It doesn't matter even if you say every single word."

"Ye Siran."

"Huh?" Ye Siran sat up straight reflexively.

"How old are you? Why are you still like a little girl, with your ears turning red?"

"19..."

Ye Siran thought that Sang Yintian was really asking about his age, so he licked his chapped lower lip, his right hand still didn't stop.Sang Yintian himself didn't expect to tell Ye Siran's age with a casual sentence, he was stunned for two seconds, and then blinked lightly. "Oh... 19... so small."

Sang Yintian stretched out his hand and pinched Ye Siran's neck. His hand was a little cold, and Ye Siran shrank his neck subconsciously.In a few seconds, the roots of his ears turned red. "I'm 23 this year, and I'm four years older than you. It seems... you'll have to call me brother from now on."

"Uh..." It was obvious that Ye Siran didn't want to shout.His sight gradually shifted from the carpet to the gap between the sofa and the wall.

There was some reflection there, like something had fallen.

Ye Siran bent over, and took out the reflective card from under the sofa.Then with the light from the projection screen, he could clearly see the words on the card.

"Ye Wanlu..." Ye Siran's eyes widened instantly, and he turned his head to stare at Sang Yintian's side face. "You, how do you have his business card?"

The kid became angry, but his speech became much smoother.Sang Yintian glanced at the business card and let out a long sigh of relief. "Ah, this, your brother came to see me before..."

"He's not my brother!" Ye Siran interrupted Sang Yintian suddenly.

"Why are you so angry all of a sudden?" Sang Yintian was a little puzzled.Sang Yintian didn't even believe it when he said that they had nothing to do with the similar faces of Ye Sizan and Ye Wanlu.But Ye Siran didn't want to admit it, and Sang Yintian naturally wouldn't refute it. He has no interest in other people's family affairs.

Sang Yintian patted Ye Siran's back lightly like coaxing a child. "Okay, okay, he's not your brother, he's not your brother... Just treat it as my mistake, don't be angry."

Sure enough, Ye Siran's mood gradually calmed down.Finally, he bit his lip regretfully. "I'm sorry... I, I didn't lose my temper at you... I just, I just couldn't control it..."

Sang Yintian checked on the Internet before, and besides the insurmountable obstacles in normal communication, autistic patients actually have another point, which seems to be forgotten by the public.

That is irritability.

Unlike the anger of ordinary people, the anger of autistic patients all comes from themselves.They will unconsciously regard the unfairness of the world to them as their own fault.So, they suffered in the dark corners, desperate, and even hurt themselves over and over again.

They are punishing themselves in their own way, but no one wants to give them a hand.Just like when Sang Yintian met Ye Siran for the first time, the wound on his wrist is the best proof.

Sang Yintian didn't know what to say for a while, he just sat so quietly, waiting for Ye Siran's next question.

"So... why did he come to you?" Ye Sizan sat down again and put the business card in his hand on the coffee table.Broken hair hung in front of his eyes, blocking the two sexy little moles under his eyes.

Sang Yintian didn't want to hide it, he sighed and pressed his fingertips on the table.

"He? Come to buy paintings..." Sang Yintian's voice was much softer, and he looked a little tired.

"Buying paintings?" Ye Sizan frowned. "He is a person who only thinks about how to make money. When did he become so interested in oil painting..."

"Yes." Sang Yintian rubbed his sore wrists and continued, "The day after you left, your brother...cough cough, Mr. Ye found my studio and bought a painting from me. Painting... Oh yes, it's the one I painted for you before."

In order to prevent Ye Siran from chasing after him, Sang Yintian simply confessed everything.He has always been straightforward, and he has never been a villain who only tantalizes people's appetites.

I don't know how long it took before Ye Siran spoke again. "Then what?"

Then?Then what?The whole thing has been described to this point by him, is there any need to continue the discussion?Sang Yintian squinted his eyes and thought, could it be that apart from communication barriers and irritability, autistic patients are actually full of curiosity about the world deep down in their hearts?

"Then he paid the money, asked someone to take the painting, and it was gone. This business card should have been left at that time." Sang Yintian picked up Ye Wanlu's business card, and flipped through it casually. all over. "But you... don't seem to have a good relationship with your brother?"

Ye Siran didn't say a word, with an irritable expression on his face, he snatched the business card from Sang Yintian's hand and tore it into pieces.Finally, it was thrown into the trash can next to the coffee table.

"Well, not good."

He was quite honest and didn't lie to him.

Sang Yintian smiled and reached out to turn on the floor lamp next to him.The living room became brighter all of a sudden, Ye Sizan subconsciously raised his arms to block his eyes.

"Accordingly, I, an outsider, shouldn't be curious about the private affairs between your two brothers." Sang Yintian put on his coat.

"Uh……"

"But I'm really curious." Sang Yintian laughed.

"Curious about..."

Sang Yintian coughed lightly, hooked his index finger at Ye Siran, and motioned him to come closer. "Hey, Ye Siran, come closer, I have something to ask you..." Sang Yintian's ending sound was too soft, like a bottomless black hole, making people willing to sink into it.

Without saying a word, Ye Siran pasted it, and the left ear lightly scratched Sang Yintian's mandible.

"What..." Ye Siran's neck was very red, and his throat seemed to be scorched by a torch.

Sang Yintian blew lightly on Ye Siran's ear bones, and his upper lip almost touched his temples. "You or Ye Wanlu, who has more shares... I have to weigh who I should make friends with..."

"You, so you are this kind of person!" Ye Sizan took a deep breath, and his hands kept shaking.He stood up abruptly, kicked his slippers and went straight to the second floor.

Finally, Sang Yintian couldn't help but collapsed on the sofa clutching his stomach and laughing non-stop.Ye Siran is so cute, so cute that Sang Yintian only wants to bully and tease him from now on.

The door to the bedroom on the second floor was shut with a bang, and the movie on the projection screen came to an end.Sang Yintian then lowered his head and glanced into the trash can, and couldn't help but let out a "tsk".What did Ye Wanli say at that time?When I see Ye Siran again, must I call him?

Dream it.

This old fox will not hand over the "treasures" [treasures] that he sent to his door and only belong to him to others.

The next day, Ye Siran followed Sang Yintian to the studio.He had nowhere to go, so he had to stay by Sang Yintian's side, helping Xiaohan from time to time.

Regarding the general idea of ​​the first illustration of the theme of "Infinite Creation", Sang Yintian has already sorted out the general idea. When you find the right time, you can start to prepare.But unfortunately, there are too many people visiting the studio recently, and Sang Yintian is always busy until late every day.

The number of daily visitors to the studio continued to rise, and Sang Yintian began to feel a little restless.He would shut himself in the studio, sometimes for a whole afternoon.

Xiaohan doesn't know what kind of demons she has recently, she hugs her mobile phone all the time and laughs non-stop.Ye Siran tidied up the scattered picture albums at hand, and asked, "Sister Han, you've been laughing all day... What are you so happy about?"

Xiaohan turned off the phone screen, sniffed, "Go, go, what do you care about so much, there are so many picture albums over there that haven't been collected yet, be careful to lure brother Tim to tell you later !"

After finishing speaking, Xiaohan stared at the phone again and couldn't help laughing.

Ye Siran stood there for two seconds in a daze, then lowered her head and picked up the painting album on the table.In order to prevent dust from sticking to the back of the album, Ye Sizan even used the back of his hand to sweep the partition of the window.After cleaning it thoroughly, he was willing to put the things in his hand in.

"Sister Han, you...are you in a relationship?" Ye Siran said suddenly.

"Uh..." Xiaohan froze for a moment, with a look of surprise on her face.She never thought that Ye Siran could say such a thing, which completely overturned her cognition.Xiaohan looked up at him and smiled twice. "My mother, you actually know what love is... oh oh, sorry, I forgot... You are not stupid, you just don't like talking to people... Hey, it doesn't seem right to say that, don't you I don't like to talk, but I don't like to talk to people other than Brother Yintian. And I see that you have a very close relationship with Brother Yintian recently...Hey, Ye Siran, where are you going?"

"Go find your brother Yintian..." Ye Sizan took a deep breath, bent down and picked up the thick hemp rope scattered on the ground to fix the picture frame.He turned around and wanted to knock on the door of the studio, and even more wanted to tie up the person inside who completely forgot to sleep and eat as soon as he worked.

"Hey, wait a minute, how come you have learned how to sue, kid!" Xiaohan reached out and grabbed Ye Siran's sweater hat, and pulled him back.

Ye Siran had a gloomy expression on his face, he obviously wanted to ask Sang Yintian to have dinner with him.

"Little kid, you really guessed it right this time." Xiaohan raised her right hand and gently covered her mouth. "I have a boyfriend, he can also draw, the most important thing is! He is actually a fan of Brother Yintian, what do you think is a coincidence?"

"Coincidental." Sang Yintian's voice came from behind.

Ye Siran looked back subconsciously.The door of the studio was opened from the inside, and Sang Yintian was still holding the palette in his hand, standing at the door and tilting his head, the overalls on his body were a little wrinkled, and the hem of the clothes was stained with a lot of new paint.

Sang Yintian stretched and turned his neck twice.The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he snorted softly.

"Ye Siran... What are you doing with a rope in your hand?"

For some reason, Ye Siran suddenly recalled what Sang Yintian said last night, he cleared his throat, and the roots of his ears were completely red.

"Tie, kidnap."

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