Shelley sat opposite the easel. As a painter, he is most sensitive to composition. Seeing such a picture, He Yian immediately thought of Shelley always running to his house when the two first met, Said to be a model for his work.
He Yi'an really liked drawing Shelley at the beginning. As a painter, he liked any good-looking people very much, and couldn't help but study the other's facial features and facial structure.
After that, the relationship between the two people became closer.
He Yi'an also likes to draw for Shelley, such a good model can't be found anywhere.
Now that Shelley sat across from his easel again, He Yi'an returned to those times in an instant.
Those times were really too warm, He Yi'an was afraid that those times would warm his heart that was sealed with ice, just as he was about to put down his pen, he remembered the note from before.
Tomorrow, whether you can escape or not, everything will be different.
I don't know if there will be another chance to give him a portrait in this life.
When He Yi'an thought of this, some gaps finally appeared in his frozen heart.
He started to write, first with a pencil, and simply outlined the outline of Shelley.
Two years have passed, but Shelley's outline has not changed much.
It is really too much to draw, sometimes, He Yi'an can draw the details without even raising his head.
The air in the room is silent, only the sound of the pen falling on the paper can be heard.
Shelley smiled softly, and his dark green eyes seemed to hide a lot of thoughts. He looked at He Yi'an. Although he couldn't draw, he could slowly trace the outline of He Yi'an with his eyes.
Time passed bit by bit, except for Shelley occasionally adjusting his sitting posture, no one had other movements.
He Yi'an's side has already started to paint, and his speed is considered very fast.
Or because he was too familiar with Shelley, he started the final processing before dinner.
Soon, Shelley's bust appeared vividly on the painting, and He Yi'an made the last stroke. Looking at the person in the painting, he blinked his eyes lightly, his upper and lower eyelashes collided, and finally shed a tear.
Shelley kept following him, and when he saw the tear, he stood up quickly.
Somewhat flusteredly, he pulled out a piece of paper from the paper drawer next to him, and wiped He Yi'an's tears away.
There was only one tear, but it messed up Shelley.
After wiping the tear, Shelley couldn't help asking: "Is it really so unhappy?"
Does staying by his side really make him unhappy?
He Yi'an also felt that his tear was a little too embarrassing, he turned his head slightly, avoiding Shelley's sight.
"No, it's just because of painting."
Perhaps even He Yi'an didn't realize that he didn't want to make Shelley feel bad, that's why he explained so quickly.
But Shelley noticed that he didn't know if he was thinking too much, but his mood suddenly improved.
He stretched out his hand, gently rubbed the hair on the top of He Yi'an's head, and said: "As expected of an artist, creation can move emotions."
After coaxing this side, He Yi'an had time to turn his gaze to the painting next to him.
He glanced at it twice, and of course he liked it in his heart.
As long as He Yi'an drew it for him, even if he drew a gorilla on it, he especially liked it.
Shelley said with a smile: "I'll hang this painting on the wall after it dries up. Have you never seen it? I hung all the paintings you drew for me on the wall."
He Yi'an's eyes flickered slightly, seeing Shelley's joyful eyes like a child's, he suddenly felt a little guilty.
Perhaps, he should tell Shelley the contents of the note.
Although he wanted to leave very much, he didn't want to use this method of deception.
"Shelley"
He Yi'an opened his mouth, and when he was about to speak, he heard the guard outside the door calling the two of them to go downstairs for dinner.
Shelley heard the voice of the guard at the door, took out the key from his pocket, and went to the bedside, took off the handcuffs from the bedside, and handcuffed them on his hands again.
Immediately afterwards, he put the key back into his pocket.
"What's wrong?"
The metal chain connected the two people together, shining brightly under the light, like a bright galaxy.
"Nothingjust?You sound. "
He Yi'an made up his mind, pursed his lips and smiled.
Shelley didn't know it at all, a thought flashed through He Yi'an's mind and then disappeared.
He smiled and stepped forward, interlocking his fingers.
"Come on, let's go to dinner."-
At twelve o'clock in the morning, after Shelley finished work, he came back from the outside and saw Mark greeted him with joy.
"Master, that signal never appeared throughout the night."
Mark was in charge of monitoring the signal that He Yihan sent to He Yian's cell phone. In the previously intercepted recording, He Yihan said that if He Yian wanted to leave, he would call her three days later, and she would tell He Yian how to leave.
When the time came, He Yi'an didn't use that contact tool to contact He Yihan.
The meaning, even if Mark didn't say it clearly, Shelley understood it.
He Yi'an finally gave up the idea of ??leaving, and stayed quietly by his side.
Shelley's smile deepened, and he said with a smile: "Very well, you have worked hard during this time, and then go to the financial department to get an extra month's salary."
Mark bowed happily and said, "Thank you, Patriarch!"
When he raised his head again, Shelley had already hurried inside.
Looking at Shelley's unabashedly joyful back, even Mark couldn't help being happy for him.
Finally, the Patriarch got what he wanted.
Shelley rushed to He Yi'an's bedroom. His work and rest schedule was very regular. At this time, he went to bed early.
He walked into He Yi'an's room lightly, and looked at He Yi'an's sleeping face by the moonlight.
It's great, he is finally willing to stay by his side, everything is worth it, as long as he is willing to stay.
Shelley walked to the bed, saw the empty bed next to He Yi'an, and finally remembered his promise this morning.
Actually, when he made the promise this morning, Shelley didn't want to keep it, but now he was in a particularly good mood, and once again glanced at He Yi'an's eyebrows, with a smile on his lips, he left the bedroom.
The next day, when He Yi'an got up, he saw that the pillow was empty, and the sheets were neat and without any wrinkles. It was obvious that no one had slept here last night.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously touched the protrusion on the edge of the bed, and the hesitation in his heart resurfaced.
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