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Everyone had already had lunch when they came out of the market, and they ordered the lemongrass grilled fish from the seafood area, one for each person, sure enough.

Yin Xiaoran was leaving tomorrow, He Qingcheng discussed with everyone and planned to cancel the sketching trip, and asked Yin Xiaoran to choose a favorite activity to play together.

"Don't! I'm licking my face to rub against your team building, everything will go according to your arrangement, don't take care of me."

"Why don't you make an appointment for a night dive? You've only dived here once." He Qingcheng asked.

"No, really no need!" Yin Xiaoran opened his arms, looked at the cars on the road, and coaxed everyone to the parking lot. "Just go sketching! Don't change it! I like drawing the most, you professionals, don't look down on my amateurs! Let's go!"

Xiao Zhang glanced at the boss, and He Qingcheng nodded, meaning that they all listened to Yin Xiaoran.The three cars checked the destination address, and Xiao Zhang specifically told them to take the route across the sea before getting on the car with peace of mind.

When Zhou Mo turned to leave, Ji Bai grabbed his wrist.The man said in a soft voice: "Stop making trouble, get in my car." The tone was begging for mercy, but he still refused to admit defeat in words.

Zhou Mo broke free from Ji Bai's grasp with a twist of his wrist. He didn't turn his face away, but just snorted softly: "Is it me?" He snatched the key from Xiao Zhang and drove away.

The place where I sketch is a coastal fishing village.There are not many tourists on the island, and there are very few who can find it by car.

Half of the village is built on the bay, and the other half is built on the cliff.The houses along the coast are made of stone, while the houses on the cliffs are white.

They went to climb the mountain by the sea, Yin Xiaoran was not in a hurry, and walked slowly behind, even He Qingcheng slowed down.When the long grass on the hillside covered the people in front of him, Yin Xiaoran took out his mobile phone and started recording.

——This is a wild mountain that can’t be found in the guide. I came with Boss He, so let’s call it Qingcheng Mountain!

——At the foot of Mount Qingcheng, Bai Suzhen...

Yin Xiaoran amused himself by singing, and there was still the sound of the sea breeze on the phone.The screen occasionally swept across He Qingcheng, and Mr. He also waved to the camera generously.Yin Xiaoran couldn't help saying:

--good!drift!Bright!

He sighed at the camera, like a child seeing the sea for the first time.

Yin Xiaoran is like this, sometimes, his language is degenerate.

Words are recognized regulations, language is bound by rules, and only when there are rules can there be consensus.

Speaking out, being understood, interpreted, and misunderstood is fate.In some of the most pure and happy moments, Yin Xiaoran is always willing to express his state of mind with simple words, which is a compliment to the current emotion.It's back to basics.

Like now.This sentence praises not only the scenery, but also the people.

Those who came to sketch on the mountain, except for Yin Xiaoran and Zhang Zhang, all really came to sketch.

Everyone took out a copy from their bags. Although they were different in size, they were not new.Just pick a few and flip through them, Yin Xiaoran's work must be regarded as a master's work.

Yin Xiaoran approached Zhou Mo, squatted on a short rock and asked, "Tear up a piece of paper and give it to me."

This tone is like the teacher's impromptu random check of dictation, but the poor students don't even bring their notebooks, so they hurriedly ask their deskmates to borrow papers.

"No, tearing up the paper for you, I'm afraid of wasting my capital..."

Yin Xiaoran hissed, and threatened: "If you don't give it to me, I will go to Director Ji and tell you what happened yesterday!"

"Why don't you ask my boss for it? You've posted it all the way, but the borrowed paper reminds me of me..."

"Didn't He Qingcheng draw better than you? It's inappropriate for me to tear up other people's notebooks."

"...You are really my grandfather..."

Zhou Mo tore up the paper, found a good angle and was about to start drawing, when Yin Xiaoran leaned his head over again.

"Lend me another pen!"

It's the same as the students who randomly check the dictation but don't bring a pen!

"Here!" Zhou Mo picked out a pencil from his pencil case and handed it to Yin Xiaoran.

"Why don't you give me the one in your hand?"

"This is a fountain pen. You should use a pencil at your level." Zhou Mo said as he took out another eraser and gave it to Yin Xiaoran.

When Yin Xiaoran turned around again, he saw He Qingcheng who had put on his glasses.

It was the first time he saw He Qingcheng wearing glasses, and he looked even more like a gentle scum.

These glasses have thin black frames, very thin, as if they don't exist.The sun slanted over, passed through the lens, and cast a circle of light on He Qingcheng's face.

Where did he keep his glasses all the time?Yin Xiaoran thought to himself.

He walked over quietly, and then sat quietly next to He Qingcheng.There are no rocks here, so he just sits cross-legged on the ground, it doesn't matter.

Sitting so low and looking up, the sea really can only see a blue line.

So Yin Xiaoran drew a line on the paper.

After drawing silently for a while, Yin Xiaoran heard He Qingcheng laughing in his ear, and he had already moved over to look at his drawing paper.

"Didn't Mr. Yin say he likes to draw? Why did he only draw a line?"

Yin Xiaoran scratched the corner of his eyebrows, bit the end of his pen and said, "I don't know how to write, I'm afraid the painting will be ruined."

"Don't be afraid." He Qingcheng also sat on the ground and looked out from Yin Xiaoran's perspective: "If you want me to draw, I must first draw the sea surface."

He Qingcheng reached out to get the pen in Yin Xiaoran's mouth, Yin Xiaoran was a little surprised, subconsciously clenched his teeth a bit harder, and the pen couldn't be pulled out.

"I'll help you." Seeing that he didn't let go, He Qingcheng tapped Yin Xiaoran's lips lightly.

Yin Xiaoran almost forgot that he seduced people, but He Qingcheng also seduced people.Usually sitting there still can attract people's attention, not to mention getting up.

"Drawing is actually simple. If you see something, you just outline its outline, draw the frame first, and then add details. Don't be afraid of making mistakes, be bold."

Yin Xiaoran thought for a while, and then said with a smile: "Mr. He, I don't have any talent for painting, and I can't teach it well in a while. Why don't you paint me, okay?"

He Qingcheng has never drawn other people, not even his ex-husband, except for drawing models when he was in school.Both of them can draw, and when they go out to sketch, they just sit quietly and describe the world in front of them.

If there is no problem with the previous relationship, it is impossible, after all, it is not a happy ending.Now that I think about it, I probably don't need to ask what the other party wants and likes.

When you start a company, things at work force you to turn around, and occasionally a caring hug is anxious.Going home at night, when kissing, one party will say, I am too tired, go to bed early.Desire, at some point, becomes wrong.

When doing this kind of design work, neither of them backed down, and there were more quarrels.At first, I could jokingly say it was an academic discussion, but later it really became a meaningless dispute. Hurting someone is like passing a knife, and the knife will see blood.The customer's opinions are constantly changing, but he can't even say "I hurt" to the people around him.The two of them stood upright so stubbornly, and they really separated.

He Qingcheng looked at Yin Xiaoran in the sun, and rubbed his fingers against the tooth marks on the pen that this man had just bitten out. He suddenly thought, let himself try for a while.He wants to paint this painting now, no matter what the reason is, he should paint according to his heart.

He Qingcheng got up first, and then reached out to pull Yin Xiaoran up.

"Go, change the place, I will draw for you."

They climbed up the mountain for a while, and there was no one there, and even the sunlight softened.He Qingcheng asked Yin Xiaoran to find a comfortable place to sit, but Yin Xiaoran went to the edge of the cliff.

"It's too dangerous, come here." He Qingcheng said.

"It's okay, it's beautiful here." Yin Xiaoran looked down at his feet, and could see the kind of dirt road that was knocked out with a shovel.

"No, come here."

In the end, He Qingcheng pulled Yin Xiaoran back forcefully, and found a relatively smooth stone for him to sit on.He took a look at Yin Xiaoran and drew a line on the paper.

"Don't feel restrained, and you don't have to sit like this all the time. It's okay for you to play with your phone."

"Really?" Yin Xiaoran asked. "Then you don't mind if I use my phone to read the script?"

"fine."

"If you need to see my expression, just tell me, and I will look up and smile for you."

"it is good."

Zhang Xin is right in saying that Yin Xiaoran on the stage is the most dazzling.Even though he's not acting at the moment, the devotion to the script is painful.

The two men are doing what they are good at in the sun, the time merges and blends together, and the sea breeze is also sweet.

Yin Xiaoran raised his head inadvertently, and saw He Qingcheng's serious face behind the drawing book.The taste outlined by the golden light that I saw for the first time under the warm sun returned.

At this moment, he silently promised that He Qingcheng would love her, and he would!