Small scum and big touch

Aside from the fact that Xiaohua Zha is more diligent in his pursuit of greatness, he is very lazy.

So ten sketches are impossible.

But after the evening self-study, being able to talk a few more words with Da Chuo still made the little painting scumbag choose the latter in the face of running away and facing difficulties.

That night's self-study was coming to an end, and when the other students were packing up their things and preparing to leave, Xiao Huazha carried the sketchbook and moved a little to the side of Da Touch's seat.

Da Chu painted too quickly, and completed the task assigned by the teacher with high quality. At this time, he was teaching oil painting in another small classroom. Xiao Huazhu felt that the small classroom at the end of the corridor was particularly gloomy under the dim light.

It's better not to disturb Da Touch's painting.The little painting slag thought happily.

It's not because I'm timid that I didn't go.

So he continued to hold the sketchbook and sat in Dachu's seat, staring at the sketches he had finished earlier.

When Da Chu returned to the classroom, what he saw was Xiao Huazha holding the sketchbook, sitting on the chair but buried his head on the high stool, his little head bit by bit, and finally slowly fell asleep on his arm.

Da Touch walked gently to the side, looked at it quietly for a while, picked up the sketchpad and pencil that were put aside, and began to draw on the little dregs.

Some long but well-manicured soft hair.

Thick and curly eyelashes and a small and cute nose.

Red gloss slightly parted lips.

There are also some baby cheeks and soft skin.

When I laugh, there will be two tears.

Like a child.

Or a kitten.

Da Chu finished the last stroke with a smile, wrote the date and signed his name on the painting, and added a stick figure kitten next to it.

Xiao Hua Zha always felt that even if he hadn't got a red line with Da Chu, there was always something involved.

Because he can always sense the existence of the big touch within a certain time and a certain direction.Just like now that he was about to fall into a deep sleep, he suddenly felt that he had received an emergency call, especially that the emergency call was still screaming: "The god is here, the god is here, sleep with your mb, get up and flirt."

So the little painting slag replied in his mind: "Got it, got it, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Resisting the temptation to sleep, he opened his eyes.

As soon as he finished painting, he looked up and saw the little painting dregs waking up with trembling eyelashes. At this time, he was still a little dazed as if he had just woken up, and his eyes were still half open.

Da Chu's eyes dimmed, and he couldn't help stretching out his left hand, which had never touched a pencil, to rub Xiao Hua Zha's soft hair: "Are you awake?"

"...Mmm..." Xiao Huazha yawned and rubbed his eyes to recover. When he saw the clear and handsome big touch in front of him, Xiao Huazha suddenly stopped rubbing his eyes.

Longevity, I actually fell asleep in front of the male god!without any precautions!

Did I talk in my sleep?Do you snore? ?Are you drooling? ? ?

The big touch will definitely think that I am not elegant, polite, have five virtues, four virtues, eight honors and eight shames. I don’t want to establish and practice the socialist core values ​​and endanger society.

Da Chu saw Xiao Huazhu's expression ranging from confusion to astonishment to shock and then to heartbreak. Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, Xiao Huazhu suddenly stood up and interrupted him: "I'm not! I don't!" Then he ran out of the studio holding his sketchpad like a whirlwind.

Big Touch: ? ? ?

The little painting slag ran to the stairs and found out that this was the sixth floor of the office building. When going down the sixth floor, he had to go through a long corridor on the fifth floor to go down the stairs to the first floor.

However the lights on the [-]th floor were not working.

There are no lights on the fifth floor, but now there should be only him and Da Touch on this floor...

Usually, I can still go downstairs with many classmates without psychological barriers, but walking through the dark and cool corridor alone...

Just don't be too scary!

Xiaohuazha was a coward in this regard, so he stood in a daze on the stairs and shivered.

"Pa-ta..." Until the sound of the door being closed by a big touch came from beside him, the little painting slag got out of the entanglement of how to go downstairs without being so scary.

Da Touch locked the door of the studio. At this moment, only the lights above their heads were still on. Xiao Huazha looked at the surrounding space that was about to be swallowed by darkness, and suddenly his heart tightened. calm down.

I really want to hold DaTouch's warm hand.

I really want to get into Dato's broad chest.

I really want to be hugged tightly by Da Touch.

But the little painting slag is a coward, even nervous about pulling clothes, for fear that the big touch won't like it.Moreover, he is a reserved little shou, so he can't be too proactive.

Da Chu looked at Xiao Huazha's little hands tightly clutching the hem of his school uniform and smiled, before proposing: "Let's go together."

"Okay, okay! I think so too." Xiaohuazha still clutched at his clothes cowardly, completely forgetting to let go.

It was too quiet to go downstairs, as if I could hear my own heartbeat, as well as the eerie sound of the night wind blowing.The little painting slag quickly opened his mouth to speak: "That...sketch...I didn't finish the drawing."

Even in the dim light, Da Zha could clearly see Xiao Hua Zhala's slightly drooping head and pitiful aggrieved face with raised eyebrows.

"fine……"

Xiaohuazha breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could finish his breath, he heard Dachu say: "Draw another one every day before you finish drawing, and you can stop when you finish drawing something."

Xiao Huazhu almost choked to death from that breath.

Da Chu continued: "Remember to check the drawings for me every day."

It's not fair at all!I want to protest!

But Xiao Huazhu was still very timid and didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only look at Dachu with wide eyes and aggrieved face, hoping that Dachu would be more lenient in his beauty.

Who isn't beauty-inducing? What's wrong?

At this time, when he walked to the corridor on the fifth floor, Da Chu looked at the starlight and anticipation in Xiao Huazha's eyes, raised the corner of his mouth and suddenly lowered his head next to Xiao Huazha's ear and said in a nervous tone: "Do you feel... ...what flashed behind you?"

Xiaohuazha's body froze obviously, and he got into Dachu's arms with a whoosh before his brain thought.

"No no I didn't!"

Tsk, so intimidating.

Little Hua Zha hid in his arms and shivered, when he heard Da Touch's gentle voice above his head: "It's okay, can you move? I'll carry you down."

"...Hmm~" There was a tremolo in the voice of the little painting slag, which could be said to have been seduced by fat intestines on this dark and windy night.

Lying on Datou's strong back, with his head resting on his shoulder, it was full of Datou's pleasant and fresh smell.The little painting slag didn't think it was so scary anymore.

Small painting scum: The male god is the best male god in the world!

Big touch: cute, miss the day.