Such a look

Author: Excellent Sesame

Such a look

He Yi pursed his lips again and said in a hoarse voice: "Can you stop staring at me?"

He really doesn't get used to it.

He Jing understood immediately, but she did not immediately follow the instructions. Instead, she tilted her head and asked inexplicably: "Why? It would feel weird if I turned around like this, with my back to Brother Five."

There are obviously only two people in a room, one of them is painting, and the other seems to be avoiding something. Isn't this strange?

He Yi looked at her smile, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and after a long while, he said in an obscure tone: "Because no one has ever looked at me like this."

Such a pure and adoring look contained the girl's hot feelings, as if melting him into a chocolate-like honeypot.

For as long as he can remember, everyone looked at him with surprise or curiosity. Others would often say:

"Wow, why do these two people look so similar?"

"Yeah, I can't tell the difference at all."

Even the teacher would pronounce the name "He Yi", and then his eyes would hesitate between him and He Chen, and finally fall on He Chen and say: "He Yi, you answer."

He Chen was so calm and smiled slightly: "Teacher, I am He Chen."

And he heard the whole class laughing, as if he was a clown.

As time went by, some people would easily tell the difference between him and He Chen. The one who could tell the difference was the old man selling fruit at the school gate. Every time he saw him, he would ask: "He Yi, why don't you follow your brother after school?"

go home together?"

The more questions he asked, the more doubts began to form in his mind. In order to reduce the old man's doubts, he had to wait for He Chen to leave after school.

Finally, the old man didn't ask any more questions, but said with a smile: "The two brothers just need to have a good relationship. Come on, I'll give you an apple."

That apple will always fall in He Chen's hand, and He Chen will always express his gratitude with a spring breeze on his face.

No one has ever looked at him with such warm eyes, just because he is He Yi.

Never had.

He resisted the urge to run away because the other person was too warm, and slowly asked: "Can you stop looking at me like this?"

The attention he longed for approached, but he didn't have the courage to face it.

He was very scared, afraid that He Jing would only look at him this time, and even more afraid that He Jing would never look at him like this again.

He Jing's smile stopped, and then she refused bluntly: "No!"

He Yi's heart trembled, and he gradually tightened his grip on the pen in his hand. The protruding joints in his hand were hard and pale, very much like his mood at the moment.

Then, he asked word by word: "Why?"

He Jing said without hesitation: "Because I particularly like the painting process of Fifth Brother. It is very quiet and eye-catching. If Fifth Brother is really nervous when I stare at him, why not paint me?"

As a painted object, looking at her shouldn’t make you so nervous, right?

He Yi raised his eyelashes in surprise: "Draw you?"

"Can't you?" He Jing felt a little regretful, "I thought Fifth Brother was also good at portraits."

He Yi's heart was beating wildly for no reason: "I...I can try."

After a pause, he added, "However, I can't guarantee that I can draw it well."

He Jing nodded happily: "Yeah."

He Yi glanced at her, and that sweet smile seemed to be branded on her face and never took off.

He suddenly realized that He Jing always smiled at them.

He Yi added: "I can't draw a sketch, so I can only draw you into a cartoon."

He Jing nodded again: "Yes."

"My comics are also terrible, I've never drawn them before."

"It doesn't matter."

"Do you really want me to draw it? It might be really ugly..."

"Fifth brother." He Jing interrupted him with a smile, "If you don't draw, you'll have to eat."

He Yi shut up instantly.

He Yi felt that this was an extremely difficult painting to draw because he had no experience in painting characters and could only paint scenes. But when he started to put pen to paper, he discovered that constructing a Q-version of He Jing was much easier than he had imagined.

After all, He Jing is so cute, she seems to exist in a comic.

He Yi carefully sketched out the pattern of a Q-version girl stroke by stroke, and within five minutes the girl had a rough model.

Unfortunately, this painting was not finished, because He Jing suddenly stood up, patted her head, and said: "Oh no, the pot is still being looked after by the third brother. The third brother said that he is only responsible for looking at it and not serving it. I want the soup."

Confused."

He Yi paused.

He felt indescribably disappointed in his heart, but he was also glad that fortunately He Jing didn't wait for him to finish the painting and saw the final draft...she wouldn't like it.

He Jing said miserably: "I'm sorry, fifth brother, I have to leave for a while."

He Yi nodded silently, as if he was used to being treated like this, and watched He Jing leave.

Suddenly, He Jing stopped at the door and turned around: "Let's continue tomorrow."

Her red lips were curved and her smile was bright, "You can keep painting until Brother Wu is satisfied."

Suddenly, the muscles on He Yi's face twitched almost imperceptibly, as if he was smiling slightly.

He put the pencil back into the pen holder and stood up: "Okay, I'll go to the living room to eat some fruit too."

He Jing confirmed again uneasily: "Is that settled?"

He Yi made a very light nasal sound: "Yeah."
Chapter completed!