Chapter 33 (1/1)

Author: Dong Mi

Translator: SyKi week, life felt particularly slow for Haiqing

He beca, he was also absent- cartoon characters in the corner of his sketchbook He found that he rarely remembered the man that he knew at the pool It was only in thein his bed, under the ht, when he would remember the kiss by chance

It was still a hot kiss that could touch the depths of his heart

Ti to the art studio caon that day Perhaps, it was because he was in a hurry so that he found, in the end, that he was short of a few things brought with hi back and forth again and againWhen he finally arrived at the art studio, the best position in the class was already taken

When he entered the classrooain by another fact He found that the thing that was surrounded by the students in the middle was not Pinjun, but a plate of fruit There would be no human models for today's course

Why didn't he tellfelt a sense of loss because he could not find Pinjun and could not afford to be ientleness that could make him relaxed and happy, and then would , as late, at the dooras not co that he was uncohtforwardly ask hi discovered the teacher's intentions one step earlier so he hurriedly said ”sorry” and walked to his spot to set up his painting equipment In order not to disturb the other students who have already began painting, Haiqing deliberately controlled histoday was a classical chanson The relaxing etherealtried but he could not go back to the previous week's joy

”… Oh”

Froht at the door, as if he was eager for a face to suddenly appear froh sketch to divert his attention and repeatedly inclined his pencil to draw It did not matter if he would erase it once or twice to start over; however, when Haiqing erased the lines for the third time, he could not help but curse hi! You've enrolled in a studio course with the iven by Grandpa You've also embraced your father's sarcastic comments and persisted on your determination to be admitted to the University of Fine Arts Is it so easy to shake? However, he did not kno serious his proardless of whether he would appear or not, he should not waste time on such an important course!

The fierce and stern words ferociously struck on Haiqing's heart He even had to close his eyes and did not go as far as inally a person as strict with himself, especially in the exa painting — he was especially resolute about these two matters Xiao K once said that he was like an asceticHe did not allow hiious precept nor was there any possibility of indolence Others looked not only panic-stricken, but also felt sorry for hi laid down his brush and naturally placed his hands on his thighs Breathing slowly along with the classical chanson's melodious liveliness slowly cal, the people wanted to follow the pace The body danced, and the 's heart

Haiqing maintained such a position and closed his eyes In the darkness, the light source ht sky; a smile slowly floated on the corner of the mouth Pinjun then told him that it fitted perfectly with the chanson

If one would smile first, then one would be happy all day

Hai Qing slowly opened his eyes, and there were traces of erasures on the clean drawing paper This was an irrefutable proof of his unhappiness With a calain, and cleverly regarded them all as in his heart as a shape-specific est one was the one eaten by the heavenly dog [1]!

([1] Tiangou – is a legendary creature fro oran eclipse)

The change ofatmosphere, also followed the liveliness Therefore, when a pair of hands quietly held Haiqing's shoulders, he turned back, the sht so that everyone could hold their breath

”Pin…”

Pinjun gently shook his head,him to focus on the fruits, then he pointed to the floor, indicating that he would stay there waiting for hiht for having a bad te a deep breath, Pinjun said that he was preoccupied with the still object The lines he dreith the pencil were a little light and quick Haiqing could feel Pinjun's line of sight on his own body, but the way Pinjun looked at him was not the stern look that would entle, with a hint of the temperature of the sun, but would not burn people

The classical chanson that he heard was slowly fading away Under Pinjun's gaze, heface