Small scum and big touch

After the progress of milestones, Xiaohuazha felt more and more that his relationship with Dachu was different from ordinary people.

For example, when painting a still life and choosing an angle, when I turned my head, Da Chu was sitting on my right hand, with a gentle expression, met his gaze, and smiled back.

Woo, what kind of fairy face value is this!

Xiao Huazhu was immersed in this gentle smile, and subconsciously moved his hand to the side, pushed it to the pencil case, put the bread beside it and fell to the ground.

The bread just opened its mouth and rolled towards the ground, and half of the crescent-shaped meat floss bread that was bitten was in close contact with the ground.

The little painting slag was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help feeling sad: "I just took a bite."

Da Chu bent down and picked it up: "Why, didn't you have dinner?"

Xiao Huazha said disgruntledly: "The four classes in the afternoon are all mathematics, and I have a headache from listening to it. After class, I went back to the dormitory to lie down and wanted to rest. I didn't expect to fall asleep, and I just woke up just now."

Seeing that Da Chu wanted to throw it away, Xiao Huazhu reluctantly said: "The half of the bag inside is not dirty, I still want to eat it."

Da Chu said coolly: "The opening is already dirty, there is a lot of pencil dust on the floor, it's not clean."

Xiaohuazhu could only follow Dachu's gaze eagerly, and when he saw that he really threw the bread into the trash can, he turned his head in despair and rubbed his stomach.

Da Chu didn't come back after throwing things away, but walked out of the studio directly.

Little Painter thought he was going to the oil painting classroom, so he began to sharpen pencils and lay paper, preparing to compose the picture.

After drawing for more than ten minutes, the little painting dregs was so hungry that his stomach started to growl. He absent-mindedly drew and wiped on the paper, and then covered his ears and took out his earphones to put on his earphones to cover his hungry belly.

The bread is gone, the male god is gone, weak and helpless.jpg.

Before finishing listening to a song, the dizzy little picture slag felt the phone in his pocket vibrate twice, opened it and saw that it was a text message from the big trigger: [Come to the rooftop. 】

Half of their top floor is a studio, and the other half is a rooftop.

There is only a light on the only wall on the roof, and the wall is full of graffiti left by previous seniors and sisters. It is one of the school's famous photo spots.

In front of the colorful and exaggerated patterns, Da Touch sits leisurely in front of the graffiti, and the warm yellow light casts deep shadows on his three-dimensional facial features.

"Come here." Da Touch opened the plastic bag on the chair and asked, "Aren't you hungry?"

"Hungry!" Xiao Huazha rushed over, there were yogurt, rice balls and other food in the bag, when Xiao Huazha's eyes glowed, Da Chu took out Oden from the side: "I don't know what you like to eat, I bought some of them."

Holding the warm paper cup, Little Painter shed tears for Dachu's kindness: "I bought this from outside the school? How did you get out?"

Their boarding students do not have the teacher's permission, so naturally they cannot leave the school at will, unless the head teacher gives a certificate of leaving the school.

Da Chu said indifferently: "I told the head teacher to go out and buy a reference book."

So it's lying for him, going out and buying him dinner?

Tears welled up in the little painting slag.

Just as he was about to pick up the stick, Da Chu put one hand on it: "Have you washed your hands?"

The little painting slag shook his head.

Da Touch: "Wash and eat again."

Xiao Huazha pursed her lips.

The little painting slag took a big look.

The little dregs hesitated to speak.

Big touch: "?"

The little painting slag said hopelessly, "Do you want...together?"

The light on the top of the bathroom has been flickering for two days, and it is still off indirectly. Standing in front of the mirror and washing your hands is like the effect in a horror movie.

It's okay to fight with classmates after class to wash your hands, but it's scary to go alone.

He is timid.

And very self-aware.

So never show off!

Dachu realized something, and smiled helplessly, but for a moment, he pulled the corner of his mouth up again: "I don't need it."

Little painting slag: "Woo."

Da Touch: "But it's not impossible to accompany you."

Small picture residue: (*°▽°*)

Da Touch: "What about the errand fee?"

Small picture scum: QAQ

Da Touch smiled lightly: "Just kidding, let's go."

The bathroom lights played the disco effect as usual, the voices of the two in the mirror flickered, and the quiet environment was inevitably a little creepy.

Little Painter squeezed out the hand sanitizer to smear the pencil dust on the side of his hand, and said, "Shall we have a chat?"

"Have you finished the sketches I arranged?" Da Chu stood beside him, looking at him, and said casually.

The little painting slag was bubbling, and pursed his mouth: "...Let's change to another topic."

"Well, how much was the math score in the last monthly exam?"

Little painting slag: "..."

Da Touch: "Huh?"

The little painting slag drooped his head: "I almost passed the exam..."

Da Chu was thoughtful, but didn't answer.

In order not to embarrass himself too much, the little painting slag said: "I am very good at liberal arts, and there is still hope for the last book."

After washing the bubbles off his hands, the little painting slag shook his hands, lowered his head and asked him, "Which school do you want to go to in the future?"

In fact, there is no need to ask. With his major and grades, almost all teachers and classmates can guess where he will go in his future life.

Da Touch grabbed his wet hands, took out two pieces of paper to wipe him, his movements were slow and his tone was very casual: "It doesn't matter where you go, as long as you go all out."

The little painting slag thought that he would answer with a clear goal, just like those seniors who stood at the grade meeting and gave a speech confidently. Unexpectedly, after waiting for such a sentence, his stomach started to growl again, and he looked down at the big touch. Blinking his head, he replied slowly, "...Oh."

Da Touch crumpled up the paper towel and threw it into the trash can, raised his hand and rubbed his hair: "Let's go."

Xiaohuazha touched it with his backhand, and stared blankly at Dachu's back.

The little painting slag started to study hard, even his brother felt strange.

On a great weekend, I didn't sleep in, play games, or go out to play crazy. Instead, I read the text aloud in the living room.

"...The great river is going to the east! The waves are gone! A romantic figure through the ages!"

My brother didn't finish his work last night, thinking about the little painting scumbag going home for dinner at night, so he went to work overtime at home to have dinner together, and worked until two o'clock in the morning before lying down.

It was only six o'clock.

What is this little brat going crazy?

The little painting slag's voice was clear and loud: "...the feather fan scarf! Talking and laughing! The mast and scull are wiped out!"

The elder brother looked around and found that the aunt was still preparing breakfast. He couldn't help being surprised at the early waking up of the little painting scum: "Why did you wake up so early today?"

The little painting slag turned around and said good morning to him: "I want to study hard, I decided to go to A beauty, only study can make me happy."

The elder brother has become numb to his passion: "...you will say such a sentence every two months."

Small painting slags will always start to study enthusiastically after a period of time after being extremely tired of learning, and then gradually lose interest, and this alternates repeatedly.

Little painting slag: "This time it's true, please wait for me to be on the red list."

Brother: "Okay, let auntie peel some walnuts for you every day starting today, to nourish your brain."

However, people who are usually enthusiastic about everything for 3 minutes will inevitably fall into the cycle again at this time.

Especially after he began to devote himself to learning with passion, Da Chu saw that he was in good condition, and rarely taught him how to draw, which inevitably weakened his fighting spirit.

Watching the girl at the side call Da Touch over to discuss the screen, Xiaohuazha suddenly remembered himself in the time when he was tired of studying.

At that time, the big touch was so gentle, he would hold his hand and teach him, he would help him change his paintings at night, and ask him to come out to study together on weekends...

The last evening self-study was originally a teacher's commentary, but the teachers were called away from the meeting temporarily, and everyone began to wait idly. Someone suggested to play some games together.

The venue is limited, and there are no game props and cards prepared. The final decision is truth or dare.

The one in the middle uses a mineral water bottle as a prop, and the person pointing at the tip of the bottle can ask the person pointing at the end of the bottle to ask questions or assign tasks.

In the first round, the person designated by the tail of the bottle was Da Chu, and the person designated by the tip of the bottle was a girl with hot pear rolls, who was in the same class as Da Chu.

Okay, I know that Da Chuan is very popular, and there are many people who like him. Usually, everyone communicates normally, but this kind of game with ambiguous signals makes everyone excited.

The little painting slag's eyes wandered between the two of them.

Pear Blossom Roll: "Truth or Dare?"

Da Touch: "The truth."

Li Huajuan said directly: "Is there anyone you like?"

Da Touch calmly said: "Yes."

This kind of unyielding question and answer won a good voice, and everyone applauded happily.

Little painting slag stared at the bottle aggrieved, and wanted to play with Da Chu once, but he didn't participate in the game until the teacher came back from the meeting.

After the teacher finished commenting, the school bell rang, and everyone rushed from the teaching building to the dormitory.

Xiaohuazha packed his things sullenly, and walked out of the Yiti building only to find that Dachu had been following him the whole time. He was almost startled: "Why don't you talk!"

Da Touch hooked the corner of his lips: "Seeing that you are obsessed with things, don't dare to disturb."

The big touch changed Liao, and it was no longer the caring big touch Liao who asked about the cold and warm in the past.

Listen to the tone, how rusty and how distant.

Xiaohuazha pursed her lips and walked forward silently.

Not far away, there are groups of laughing and laughing students going back to the dormitory, noisy and lively.

Walking through a small path, his wrist was suddenly caught, and the little painting scum was taken aside by him.

This path leads to the cafeteria, and only those who come out of the Art Sports Building will pass by. At this time, the sky is dim and there is no one in the quiet.

"Unhappiness is written all over your face, what happened today?" Da Chu asked.

Xiaohuazha held the sketchbook and pinned the cover with his fingers: "I'm thinking about studying. I'm going to improve by ten in the next monthly exam."

Da Chu smiled: "Really?"

The little painting slag nodded: "Hmm."

Da Touch restrained his smile: "If you don't tell the truth, I won't change the painting for you."

Little painting slag: "Woo."

Da Touch: "I won't bring you snacks either."

Little painting slag: "Oh."

Big touch: "I also need to help students who don't lie change their paintings and bring snacks."

The little painting slag was in a hurry: "I say I say!"

The flower beds beside the path are full of camphor trees with lush branches and leaves. From somewhere, there is a faint fragrance of gardenia, shuttling through the cool street in the evening breeze.

Little painting slag: "I've been studying hard all this time, I didn't lie to you."

Da Touch: "Well, I saw it."

Little painting slag: "...you don't come to help me change the painting anymore."

Da Touch smiled slightly: "You have been drawing well these days. The teacher has finished all the shortcomings of your picture. I think you can know how to change it yourself."

The little painting slag said Yan Yan: "...I didn't get drawn once in the game today."

Big touch understood, and said: "Then let's play again now."

The little painting slag was stunned: "Huh?"

Da Chu lowered his eyes: "You said: 'Truth or Dare'."

The little painting slag was dumbfounded and said: "Truth, the truth is still a big risk."

Da Touch: "The truth."

The little painting slag was nervous for a moment, and asked randomly: "Who do you like?"

After asking, my heart beat faster, wishing I could travel back to 1 minute ago to shut myself up.

Da Touch smiled lightly, raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and whispered in his low voice, "A little fool."

Xiao Huazha was stunned, and immediately wanted to say that you are a fool, but he was really afraid that Da Chu was not the one who said it, so he could only tightly clench his lips and grit his teeth, his eyes were on fire, and he was about to explode and scratch someone.

Da Touch suppressed a smile: "It's up to me, the truth or the big risk?"

The little painting slag said angrily, "Speak the truth."

The person in front of him approached in vain, the little painting slag was blocked by him, the whole person leaned back and retreated to the wall, and the big touch supported his side with one hand, encircling him.

A sudden wall thud!

Xiaohuazha was a little taken aback, looked up and saw Dachu with an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth, and his voice came into his ears very clearly.

"Then this little idiot who was walled off by me, is willing to accept my confession and go all out with me?"

The brain went blank for three seconds, and the camphor leaves whispered slightly.

There was a "click" in the path, and the sketchbook was thrown to the ground, and the neck touched by the small dregs ring was buried in his ear and whispered: "Yes."

The two long shadows on the ground under the streetlight merged into one, and the sketchbook was lying alone in the corner.

To be honest, I love you the most.

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A gardenia-flavored lollipop~

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