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Sang Yintian suddenly wanted to design a ring for Ye Siran

Even if the volcano burns to ashes.

Sang Yintian felt that he was crazy, but so what if he was crazy once.He didn't hinder anyone, and he never cared about what others thought of him. He could only be himself, the Sang Yintian who would never bow to anyone.

"What you said just now..." Ye Siran's voice suddenly interrupted Sang Yintian's worries, he blinked twice at the man in front of him, his blank look was a bit funny.

Sang Yintian knew that what he just said was useless, but he was not annoyed, he just gritted his teeth and raised his hand to press Ye Siran's head, rubbing his bangs carelessly.

The messy hair was rubbed like this a few times, and it accidentally stuck into the eye, Ye Sizan subconsciously closed his right eye. "Sang Yintian, you clearly know that I can't understand English, did you mean it?"

"If you don't understand, who told you not to learn English well at school." Sang Yintian let go of his hand, picked up the brush again, tidied up his dirty overalls, and turned his head into the studio.

But this time, Sang Yintian didn't close the door, he opened the window of the studio and stood in front of the window for a long time.

Spring seems to have really arrived in Xicheng, and the temperature difference between day and night has returned to normal. Even the magnolia trees outside the studio do not know when they bloomed, and they are now in full bloom.

There is still a bouquet of white roses on the table in the studio, which was sent by Xia Han in the morning, and the morning dew is still on the petals.Ye Siran didn't listen to the song any more, but casually took an introductory sketching textbook from the nearby bookshelf, and flipped through it twice.Within a few minutes, Ye Siran's eyes were once again attracted by the people in the studio.

In the end, this "decaying city" involves too many elements, including dilapidated ruins and ethereal mirages.So the size of the canvas is also large.Sang Yintian stood on the wooden ladder on one side, looking at the oval drawing board in front of him and frowned.The hair on the forehead was already a little messy, not only partly soaked with sweat, but also stained with light gray paint.He stretched out his hand, holding the drawing board in front of him with some difficulty.

Ye Siran was terrified watching outside the studio, so she had to put down the textbook in her hand and strode into the door.

"Can't even reach this?" Ye Siran's right hand supported the wooden ladder under Sang Yintian's feet, and his left hand subconsciously protected his back, "Bai Chang is so tall..."

Sang Yintian angrily wanted to refute, but he couldn't hold back the words, so he gritted his teeth, bent his legs and shook the wooden ladder twice to express his current dissatisfaction.

But with this flash, Ye Siran's little heart was almost shaken out.He looked terrified, and the hand behind Sang Yintian's back suddenly pressed his lower back firmly.

Being scratched by Ye Siran felt a little itchy, Sang Yintian subconsciously wanted to hide, but before he had time, the person behind grabbed his arm again.He couldn't move, so he froze on the wooden ladder.

"Sang Yintian! What are you doing! Do you know...this is really dangerous." Ye Sizan subconsciously looked down at the painting knives of different sizes scattered at his feet, but couldn't help but wrinkle frown. "What if you fall and fall? Your painting knives are all on the ground."

"Uh..." Sang Yintian was dumbfounded for a moment.Ye Siran's tone just now was a little anxious, and Sang Yintian began to wonder if he was joking too much.

Ye Siran really didn't dare to imagine that scene, he took a breath, hugged Sang Yintian in his arms, dragging and dragging him down the wooden ladder.Probably because he was really afraid that Sang Yintian would really fall, Ye Siran wrapped his whole arm around Sang Yintian's waist, and even his face slowly moved towards him.

Ye Siran even smelled the faint cedar on Sang Yintian's body that was covered up by the paint.

So close.

Although it was not the first time, Ye Siran still felt that his throat was suddenly burned by fire.Soon, the outline of his right ear turned a little red.

Sang Yintian was standing beside Ye Siran, holding a brush covered with white paint in his hand.He narrowed his eyes lightly, as if he was still remembering what happened in the few seconds just now, and how he was carried down from the wooden ladder.

"Ye Siran, why did you hug me down all of a sudden? The corner on the right hasn't finished filling in yet..." Sang Yintian wanted to laugh, and took a step back deliberately pretending to be wronged, "And I'm learning to draw After so many years, I have never fallen off a ladder, I am not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

"What am I afraid of? Of course I'm afraid you'll get hurt!" Ye Siran yelled loudly, and it could be heard that he was indeed a little angry.

The magnolia petals outside the window were suddenly blown off by the wind and fell on the window sill of the studio.Sang Yintian didn't seem to expect that Ye Siran would really yell at people, and was completely stunned. For the first time in 23 years, he felt what it means to be "at a loss."

After half a minute of silence, Ye Siran took a deep breath. "My... I didn't mean to hurt you just now, I was just too... too worried..."

"Worried about getting hurt?" Sang Yintian looked triumphant, pouted and moved half a step towards Ye Siran, "Really? Did I hear you right?" Sang Yintian said from his pocket Li took out his phone and pressed twice on the screen, "How about...you repeat it? I'll record a sound, and I just want to change to a new wake-up ringtone recently..."

This person must have done it on purpose.

"Uh..." Ye Sizan's ears were all red, he didn't speak any more, just took the brush from Sang Yintian's hand, and dipped some paint from the plastic bucket next to him.

He grabbed the ladder and climbed up a few steps until his raised right hand was just able to reach the upper right corner of the canvas, and he stopped for a moment.Ye Siran lowered his head slightly, and looked at Sang Yintian, "Did you paint the missing part...in white?"

For a senior painter, the most taboo thing is for others to touch his unfinished paintings.Before changing it, Sang Yintian would definitely think that this painting is already a waste product.But now, he looked up at the person standing on the ladder with an expression of indifference, as if nothing had happened.

"Well, yes, just that small piece, you can paint it whatever you want." Sang Yintian smiled lightly. "It doesn't matter if you paint it wrong."

"Oh..." Ye Siran thought that the painting must not be wrong, because Sang Yintian was very picky about his paintings.

Ye Siran is taller, especially when standing on the ladder with her back straight, her head almost touches the ceiling.Coupled with the fact that the ladder swayed from time to time, Sang Yintian began to feel a little restless underneath.

Especially irritable.

"Come down when you're done painting, and I'll support you." Sang Yintian began to urge Ye Siran to come down, but Ye Siran didn't speak, and still filled the upper right corner of the canvas with white paint.It wasn't until 2 minutes later that Sang Yintian reached out and pressed Ye Siran's calf, "It's almost there. Ancestor, you'd better come down..."

He was really afraid that Ye Siran would fall off.In case one is not careful, and knocks his hands that were born for the violin...

Just thinking about it, Sang Yintian felt a pain in his chest.

Ye Siran looked directly at the drawing board in front of her, and said "Oh" in a low voice, and when she finally turned around and went down the ladder, she couldn't help but use a brush to make up two random strokes on the spot just now.He just stared at Sang Yintian's eyes condescendingly, "Look again, okay?"

"Okay, okay, you come down first!" Sang Yintian was a little confused for a while, even breathing a little anxiously.When Ye Sizan took the brush down the wooden ladder and stood in front of him intact, Sang Yintian finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart that had already reached his throat dropped back heavily.

"Huh..." Sang Yintian turned pale, and heaved a long sigh, looking really terrified.

For a whole afternoon, Sang Yintian sorted out all the painting tools inside and outside the studio. Except for a few commonly used brushes and knives, which he kept at his side, the rest were all thrown into the studio. Organize the box.

For the first time, Sang Yintian realized that his studio could be so clean.

And Ye Siran sat in the corner of the studio with a small bench from the beginning to the end, watching the huge white canvas in front of him, under the pen of Sang Yintian, began to be dyed with colorful colors, becoming gorgeous and delicate.He saw this declining city, in his hands, become a barren ruin.

There was a little boy with his upper body naked, looking coldly at the city below him.

Sang Yintian really forgets the time when he paints. When he stretched his waist and turned his head, he realized that Ye Siran had fallen asleep.His two legs leaned casually against the wall, his whole body leaned forward, and lay on the wooden table next to him.

The petals of the bouquet of white roses fell into his neckline.

Ye Siran's hands are really beautiful, and it's not the first time that Sang Yintian thinks so.He stopped the paintbrush in his hand, turned his head and looked seriously at the sleeping Ye Siran.His fingers are slender and fair, even the knuckles are pink, like cherry blossoms falling in the sky in spring.

However, there seems to be something missing in these hands.

Ye Siran probably dreamed of something, dazedly stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful, just in time to pinch the white rose in the bottle.He didn't wake up, so he pulled hard, and the white rose petals fell on the table.

Then, Ye Siran closed his eyes and stuffed it into his mouth.

"This kid." He couldn't even fall asleep peacefully, and people couldn't help but want to get closer to him, a little closer, a little closer.

Ye Siran's thin lips parted slightly, and the dewy petals were gently attached to the corner of his mouth.

"Uh..." Sang Yintian frowned, not intending to wake him up.

It's strange to say that Sang Yintian seems to have broken a lot of prohibitions at Ye Siran's place.First, I drew a picture for him, and now I suddenly want to design a ring for him that only belongs to him.Ye Siran must look good with this ring.

This ring doesn't need to be too gorgeous, but it must have red roses, flower vines, and the violin that Ye Siran likes.

Sang Yintian laughed suddenly, and took the drawing book from the window sill.He frivolously wiped the paint off his fingers, and began to sketch a sketch on the paper with a pencil.

It's a painting, it's better to say it's a ring design draft.There are sharp thorns in the flower vine, like a thorn bush with no end in sight, but there is a red rose blooming there.Its petals were burned by fire, and sparks seemed to be radiating from the junction of red and black.

Free and warm.

The flower vines and rose petals are intertwined with each other, and finally tightly wrapped around the transparent violin body of the violin.They hug each other and love each other.

Sang Yintian brushed off the eraser on the album, raised his hand and raised the book.Finally, he turned his head and looked at Ye Siran again, and wrote down the name of the ring in the lower right corner of the design draft.