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Ye Siran, do you want to go to the Conservatory of Music to learn violin.

The next day, Ye Siran appeared in the studio as before, and the expression on his face was as if nothing had happened yesterday. Seeing Sang Yintian get out of the car, Ye Siran bent down towards him. "morning."

Xiaohan sniffed and looked up at the gate, then quickly raised her hand, "Brother Yintian, good morning!"

Sang Yintian squinted his eyes and threw the car keys into his trouser pocket. "Hey, why did you two come so early today? Don't you usually come after 9 o'clock?" Sang Yintian smiled lightly, couldn't help but licked his lower lip, tilted his head and continued, "Have you eaten?" Have you had breakfast? I happened to buy some breakfast on the road today, and we will have it together later."

"I've already eaten, brother Xiaoye, how about you?" Xiaohan turned her head and narrowed her eyes.

"Not yet..." Ye Siran answered truthfully in a low voice.

Sang Yintian put the breakfast on the table, turned his head and glanced at Ye Siran. "Didn't eat? That's fine, come and eat with me."

"Well..." Ye Siran didn't want to refuse, he nodded, his tone was still calm, and he wanted to say something more with his mouth open, but Xiaohan was sorting out the picture frames that he hadn't had time to put away last week, Ye Siran had no choice but to He closed his mouth, pointed at Sang Yintian's shoulder, and asked with his mouth.

【How is your shoulder? 】

Sang Yintian hesitated for a moment, stroked it with his right hand twice, and finally took off his coat and threw it directly into Ye Siran's hand, "It's okay, I went home and took the medicine."

Ye Siran let out an "oh", then turned her head and hung the clothes in her hand on the hanger in the corner.

In the living room, Sang Yintian pushed the manuscript papers on the table aside, and finally opened the soybean milk.He bit the straw, and inadvertently glanced at the basic concept map on the manuscript paper. "It's still half a month."

Ye Siran gnawed a big mouthful of buns like a child, and when Sang Yintian spoke, he couldn't help raising his head. "Huh? What half a month..."

"Deadline date." Sang Yintian felt that the communication with Ye Siran had to be done in one step, otherwise it would be tiring to keep guessing.He stuffed a big mouthful of meat buns into his mouth, and wiped the corners of his mouth with tissue paper, "Although the first draft of "City in Decline" is finalized, there are still many things that need to be revised.There is still half a month before the final deadline... Hey, it seems that I have to live in the studio for the next few days. "After speaking, Sang Yintian pressed his brows again, showing a heart-wrenching sorrow.

"Either...or I'll stay in the studio too." Ye Siran lowered her head and didn't dare to look into Sang Yintian's eyes, "Anyway, I don't have anything to do when I go home, how about..."

It's better to stay by Sang Yintian's side, even if they don't say a word, at least, being by Sang Yintian's side can give him a little sense of security.

"It's better to stay in the studio and watch you paint." Ye Siran bit her lip and found an excuse.

"Well...it's not impossible." Sang Yintian's mouth twitched, and even his eyes narrowed.No matter how you look at this expression, it will only make people feel that they have bad intentions.He turned his head and glanced at the corridor of the studio again, making sure that Xiaohan would not hear their conversation, and then Sang Yintian lay down on the table again.

With his right face stuck to the manuscript paper, the tip of his index finger tapped the table again and again, and then he raised his elbow.Sang Yintian stopped suddenly, and stared at Ye Siran's eyes playfully. "Anyway, I'm quite scared in the studio by myself."

"What are you afraid of?" Ye Siran sniffed, and subconsciously glanced at Sang Yintian while holding the milk carton.A 23-year-old man with a height of 1.8 meters, he really couldn't think of what Sang Yintian would be afraid of.

"Is it okay to be afraid of being robbed?" Sang Yintian approached suddenly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "You can see a lot of boys on this street at night, even though they all look young, like college students, Pulling up the grapefruit, there are all tattoos. Tell me, can you not be afraid?" Sang Yintian really couldn't make it up anymore, so he turned his head and took another sip of soy milk in order not to be seen by Ye Siran.

"Really? Why have I never met him before?" Probably because Sang Yintian joked with him too many times, and Ye Siran always felt that this person must be deliberately fooling himself now.Ye Siran blinked at Sang Yintian with an innocent face, nodded his head twice, and continued, "However, you have graduated from college for two years, are you still afraid of them?"

Is this saying that you are old in disguise?Yeah?

Sang Yintian's arm trembled suddenly, the soy milk in his hand almost spilled out, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.The whole person looked like a bloated puffer fish, with his face puffed up.

"Ye Siran, don't go too far. When I went shopping last week, a female college student came to ask me for WeChat." Sang Yintian took out his phone with a cold face, turned on the camera, and took two photos at a suitable angle .He lowered his head, sent the photo to Ye Siran's WeChat, and then opened his own Weibo with a frown.

[Sang Yintian: Sang Yintian will always be 18 years old. 】

This text was followed by two selfies from just now.Anyway, the recording of the art interview has ended, so it doesn't matter to him whether he shows his face or not.

"Uh..." The milk in Ye Sizan's mouth sprayed all over Sang Yintian's face at once, he stood up abruptly, pulled several tissues from his right hand and pasted them on Sang Yintian's face , and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, "I'm sorry, I'm... I was careless, don't move, I'll wipe it for you..."

The rich smell of milk filled the living room, continuously piercing into Sang Yintian's nose.He frowned, got up and walked to the bathroom next door.Ye Siran followed with an apologetic expression on her face, and finally leaned against the door of the bathroom, pinched her mobile phone and opened Sang Yintian's Weibo, after reading it for a few seconds, she finally couldn't help laughing.

"Laugh? Ye Siran, do you still have the nerve to stand there and laugh?" Sang Yintian was washing his face with his head down, when he heard Ye Siran's smile, he half-closed his eyes and looked over.The transparent water droplets stuck to his bangs, gradually slid down to the end of his hair, and finally slid into the collar along the outline of his side face.Water flowed into Sang Yintian's eyes, he blinked a few times quickly, and then his eyes gradually turned red.

Ye Siran thought that Sang Yintian was crying, so he opened his mouth, trying to squeeze in through the door.

"What are you doing?!" Sang Yintian's eyes widened, and his back was almost pressed against the sink, "Ye Siran, don't you still want to bite me?"

"No..." Ye Siran stopped with a helpless expression.Now he can't advance, nor can he retreat, he licked the corner of his mouth, so he had to change the topic. "By the way, this seems to be the first time you have posted a photo of yourself on Weibo, right? Why, are you finally planning to rely on your face for a living?"

These words are somewhat familiar, as if I have heard them somewhere.Sang Yintian wiped his face with a facial tissue, and then shook off the remaining water stains on the back of his hands.

"No, Sister Katy told me that the trailer for this art interview will be published on the official blog in a few days, let me find a time in advance to post a few photos of my life on Weibo to see if I can get a hot search, so It can also bring up the traffic of the interview preview. But... I forgot, I just remembered." Sang Yintian looked at Ye Siran who was blocking the door, and he turned sideways to squeeze out from the gap beside him .

It failed, because Ye Sizan suddenly moved to the middle position, covering Sang Yintian in his own shadow.He casually pinched the wooden door frame next to him with his right hand, and tilted his head slightly.

"Huh??" Sang Yintian raised his head, "Why? Want to play bathroom with me?"

"Uh..." The corners of Ye Siran's eyes turned red instantly, but he still didn't move, he lowered his head and stared at the white tile behind Sang Yintian, "You, can you pay attention to the image, this is your studio... "

"I'm shy..." Sang Yintian thoughtfully, touched his chin with his hand, "Then go to my house another day."

"Uh..." Is that the point?Ye Siran's entire face turned green.

"How about your house?" Sang Yintian squeezed his eyes, and gently pushed Ye Siran's chest with his fingers, "Anyway, I think your bathroom is quite big."

"Uh……"

Xiaohan had a date with Xu Hanzhi in the afternoon, and hurried out with her bag just after 12:12 noon.Just in time for the weekend, the flow of people visiting the studio was concentrated in the morning.After [-] o'clock, the studio became quiet.

Sang Yintian thinks that the time is just right and it is the most suitable for painting.He casually put on a painting-specific overalls, shrugged his shoulders, and glanced into the corner from the corner of his eye.He saw Ye Siran sitting on a stool with one leg casually leaning against the wall next to him. He was wearing a bluetooth headset, with his eyes closed, humming along with the music player in his phone from time to time.

It can't be seen that this kid quite likes music.But his liking seems to carry some curses, untouchable.

For a moment, Sang Yintian suddenly recalled what Gu Yuan said to him last night.

【Whatever he is most afraid of, you let him face it.Be brave, it's no big deal. 】

Sang Yintian's expression suddenly became solemn, his brows were tightly frowned, and the hand holding the painting knife paused for a moment.He let out a long sigh of relief, put down his brush, got up and walked towards Ye Siran's direction, then stood in front of him, reached out and took off his earphones.

"Huh?" Ye Sizan looked surprised, first looked up at Sang Yintian, then reached out to take back his Bluetooth headset, "I... did I disturb you? No... I, I clearly I'm wearing earphones..."

Ye Siran turned off the player on her mobile phone with a depressed face, and opened her mouth to apologize again. "Aren't you—"

"Siran, have you... have you ever thought about going back to school?" Sang Yintian suddenly bent down and leaned his arms on the table next to Ye Siran. "Or, do you want to go to the conservatory to learn violin?"

Ye Siran froze in place, his eyes were a little different from before, a faint light flashed in his pupils, and then disappeared without a trace. "I……"

The overalls Sang Yintian was wearing hadn't been cleaned in time, and there were still solidified blue paint on his chest.Ye Siran blinked and walked over slowly. "Your clothes are stained with paint, why don't you change them...I'll wash this for you..."

The bull's head was wrong, and Ye Siran didn't know how to answer Sang Yintian's question.He stretched out his hand, and was about to take off Sang Yintian's clothes.

But the outstretched hand was suddenly blocked by Sang Yintian.

"Ye Siran, answer me." Sang Yintian looked out the window expressionlessly, "Do you want to or not?"

"Uh..." How could he not want to, Ye Siran wished so much that he could do what he should do at the corresponding age like other ordinary people.He loves music, like hell.But he couldn't pass his own test after all.Ye Siran's left hand trembled, but no one noticed.

A few minutes later, Ye Siran sighed.

"I want to, but I can't."

Sang Yintian's face turned cold instantly.He knows how much Ye Siran likes music, and he would risk his life for the violin.But why, now he just doesn't want to step out of that comfort zone to see the light behind the darkness.

Sang Yintian met Ye Siran's eyes and suddenly chuckled. "Why?"

"I, I don't think I can learn well... I, I just like it, but it doesn't have to be—" Ye Siran couldn't go on anymore, he bit his mouth hard, feeling that he was attracted to Sang Yin Tim told a big lie.And this feeling was too tormenting, making him want to slap himself hard.

If you can wake up.

"Uh..." Ye Siran calmed down, turned his head away from looking at Sang Yintian's face, "I, I don't have the courage."

"I know it's hard for you..." Sang Yintian's voice softened, as if coaxing a child, "But... protect your courage."

【But... protect your courage. 】

"please..."

【Please...】

Ye Siran, as long as you take that step bravely, I, Sang Yintian, will accompany you the rest of the way.

Even if the volcano burns to ashes.