Han Weiyang Lin Chenxin (Extra twenty)

On the dizzy night, Lin Chenxin hugged Shang Weiyang, leaned his head against her neck, and finally fell asleep.

The little girl stroked his soft black hair, and her gentle movements seemed to be coaxing a child.

The sadness that had been held in my heart for a long time and all the negative emotions that were suppressed were never told to others. But tonight, he completely exposed his fragile side to her without hiding it at all.

She didn't say much, she only comforted her gently, and she could empathize with everything she felt.

Because she has never received fatherly love since she was a child.

She never thought that Lin Chenxin, who looked unruly and seemed to despise all living beings, had such a heavy past. It turned out that he had loved, worked hard, and lost it.

Before he could lower his eyes, he saw his sleeping face.

Her heart throbbed again, and she dropped a light kiss on his cheek, and a dimpled diapers on her lips.

This night, Wuying has yet to swear that he will love the big boy in front of him in this life.

Even if he is an enemy of the world, she will stand beside him.

Forever-

The sky was gray and it was drizzling outside. It was not yet a dream that fell back to reality from the shallow dream and opened its eyes.

The wall clock on the wall shows that it is less than six o'clock at this moment.

She had some insomnia and had not fallen asleep again and again.

After a while, she gently placed the hand of the man who was resting on her waist, then turned her head to look at the person beside her, and then quietly got out of bed.

Walking to the end of the bed, she sat on the wool carpet, leaning against the bed, and then took out the paintings from the box.

Looking at these works by Lin Chenxin, a wave of heat was stirring up in her heart, as if she had walked into his past.

She wanted to know him more and get closer to him.

Han Weiyang was surprised to find that Lin Chenxin's style was very similar to hers, with a dark and decadent beauty, and every painting seemed to hit her heart.

She likes every picture not only because she likes the person who draws, but because his paintings can really bring her spiritual impact.

Why no one appreciates such excellent paintings?

She couldn't help but want to ask.

The most regrettable thing is that the denied "Hand of **" has been destroyed and she can't see it now.

Suddenly a hoarse male voice came from the head of the bed:

"Yangyang--"

She put down the painting and stood up, and saw that he was still closing his eyes, frowning, as if he was calling her name in his dream.

Without hesitation, she immediately got on the bed, then got into his arms and hugged him tightly.

Lin Chenxin woke up from the nightmare, opened his eyes, and saw her, and his frown gradually stretched.

"...I dreamed that you were gone and wanted to leave me."

Everyone in the dream carried him away, and even the little girl shook his hand away and said she would no longer like him.

Shang Weiyang gently stroked his face and curled his lips slightly, "How could it be, I've been here all the time."

After Lin Chenxin fell asleep again, Wen Yang closed his eyes and felt like he was sleeping. She also slept until the sky was bright. When she woke up, there was no longer anyone lying beside her.

He sat up in confusion, and when he saw the bathroom door being pushed open, the man walked out.

"woke up?"

He sat down beside her bed, hugged her with a smile, and pinched her cheek.

"Well, when did you wake up?"

"At 8:30. Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"It's okay..." She leaned her head against his shoulder, and the man's kiss closed her lips.

Extremely gentle.

Finally, he saw the corner of her slightly bent lips and stopped, "Are you so happy?"

He nodded, and then acted coquettishly with him: "Take me to wash up."

This is the first time that the shy little girl is so clingy today. Lin Chenxin is very helpful. She picked her up and walked to the bathroom.

Put her on the sink, and he stood in front of her and hugged her.

"It's all like this from now on."

"Don't you hate it?"

"Why hate it?"

“Some boys don’t like girlfriends who are too clingy.”

Lin Chenxin smiled, "I don't know how other men are. Anyway, I like Yangyang to stick to me like this."

Shang Weiyang looked at him, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Are you in a much better mood today..."

He curled his lips, "Do you think I feel like I'm in a bad mood now? I think of having a girlfriend, and I feel very good no matter how I have a good mood."

Weiyang knew that Lin Chenxin had already adjusted.

Men always come faster than emotional girls in terms of emotional regulation.

"It's not going to make me sad for a long time."

He said.

"Brother Chen Xin, I have actually seen those paintings. I like them very much regardless of whether others like them or not. It is not comfort or encouragement. I look at it from the perspective of my classmates' paintings. What you paint is really good. Not only the skills but also the themes you want to express can touch me."

He held his eyelashes, "But at that time, no one fell for it."

"But this cannot deny your strength at all. Many painters' journey at the beginning was also very bumpy. I just want you to know that you are not worse than others at all, but whether you continue to paint, in my eyes, you are the best, and I support you whatever you do."

Lin Chenxin smiled.

"I meet Weiyang, I have no wish in this life."

He rubbed her hair, "If I had met you at that time, I might have persisted, but I wouldn't think about anything anymore. Now you can draw well and do what you want, and I will support you."-

The two of them finished their breakfast at home in the morning. Lin Chenxin went to handle some business, but Wuyang took the painting board to the studio.

She was painting, and an hour later the man pushed the door and came in, then pulled a chair and sat down next to him.

Shang Weiyang: "Are you busy?"

"Well, come and see you, is this homework?"

"Yes," she distressed, "I always feel that I don't draw this tree very naturally, and I always feel that something is missing."

She turned around and saw him staring at the painting, as if thinking, and then she asked softly: "Lin Chenxin, why don't you draw it for me?"

He was stunned, "How long has it been since I painted?"

"Why would you try it?"

The other party didn't say anything. Before she noticed that he was in a bad mood, she stopped talking. She continued to draw, and suddenly her palm was wrapped around and the man took the brush.

He drenched another pigment and then added a little to the treetops. Han Weiyang watched his attempt and was shocked.

After he cleverly repaired this tree, it gave people a different feeling. This time she really felt Lin Chenxin’s talent in painting and his unique sensitivity to colors.

Wait until he put down his pen, "This will be better."

Han Weiyang hugged his arm happily and slapped the rainbow farts wildly, "Lin Chenxin, I think you can be my teacher, you are so awesome..."

She regretted why she didn't meet him earlier? At that time, he was still painting, so she just took pictures of the rainbow farts on him every day. Maybe he would be more confident in himself.

The corners of the man's lips unconsciously curled up, "As for that?"

"Yeah, my boyfriend is amazing."

This is more than a year after Lin Chenxin picked up his brush again. At the beginning, he tried his best to control his emotions so that his hands would not tremble.

He hugged her, "The summer vacation is coming soon. How about holding a personal art exhibition for you in July?"

"ah?"

"Don't you think about it? I'll do all this, and you can prepare your works then."

"It seems that few people will like it, I still need to sharpen it."

"It's okay, forget how you encouraged me this morning? Just draw with peace of mind, leave all of this to me."-

Time gradually moves forward and summer also means that the last semester of junior year is at the end.

Shang Weiyang's time every day is divided into three parts: class, painting, and dating.

Many boys who pursued her wanted to get close were rejected by her: "Sorry, I have a boyfriend."

Over time, many people know that Weiyang has a partner yet, but everyone is curious about who the boyfriend she mentioned is and what she looks like.

Because I had never seen a boy walking alone in school, someone maliciously speculated about Shang Weiyang's private life. A female classmate tried to indirectly attack Shang Weiyang's friend, and chatted for several days, and finally reached Shang Weiyang's ears.
To be continued...