Qi Yan turned his head, saw Fu Ci's dazed expression, noticed his gaze, and retracted his hand like an electric shock, "Wipe it for you."

The originally pale lips turned red due to sucking, and the corners of the lips were still glowing with light water, which made Fu Ci reach out his hand—

Not colder, and softer.

This strawberry print is the true value of the seed.

On Sunday, the sky cleared and the two went back to school. Under the persuasion of Qi Yan, Fu Ci reluctantly agreed to cover the strawberry print with a Band-Aid.

For the sake of insurance, Qi Yan posted two for him.

But as soon as he entered the dormitory, the sharp-eyed Liu Liu noticed the strangeness on Fu Ci's neck, "Brother Ci, what's wrong with your neck? Are you injured?"

Fu Ci replied vaguely, "I was scratched by a thorny branch when I was sketching with Qiyan."

This was an excuse that Qi Yan had already thought of for him.

Song Yang took a closer look, and asked with concern, "Have you taken medicine for this? Don't get inflamed."

On the surface, Qi Yan seemed to be putting things away, but in fact, he had been paying attention to every move over there. Hearing that the two of them had no doubts, he immediately felt relieved.

But Fu Ci only felt that he was all overwhelmed. The mark he finally coaxed was hidden and tucked away like this, and he couldn't say anything.

"Liu Zi, wouldn't it be weird for me to stick a Band-Aid like this?" After he finished speaking, he was about to quietly tear a piece, but as soon as his hand reached his neck, someone smashed his head.

Fu Ci looked down and saw that it was a lemon candy. When he went out, he stuffed a lot of Qi Yan's pocket.

He picked up the lemon candy and glanced at Qi Yan aggrievedly, but received the warning look from the other party, he could only swallow the words, and silently opened the lemon candy and ate it.

Liu Liu looked confused, "Brother Ci, what did you just say?"

Fu Ci chewed the lemon candy in his mouth and said casually: "It's okay, I heard that the captain has returned from the competition outside the province. Are you going to give him some wind?"

Liu Liusiwei was taken away by him, and subconsciously replied: "I will be back this Saturday, and he said that we will meet together when you are free. He also said that you don't need to take the wind, trouble."

The captain of their basketball club is Yu Kaiji, who is on a professional basketball route. He just came back from a game outside the province some time ago.

Song Yang listened to them talking about this, and interjected: "Brother Ci, I feel that the captain may want to hand over the basketball team to you. His quota has been set. It is estimated that he will be busy with other things in the future and will not have the energy to take care of the basketball team."

Fu Ci originally wanted to help Qi Yan hang up those cute sweaters, but he stopped when he heard the words and frowned, "I won't pick it up."

He is only interested in playing basketball. Being a captain is too much, and he doesn't have the energy.

Qi Yan listened silently, knowing that Fu Ci had his own ideas, so he didn't speak.

He raised his hand to take the clothes in Fu Ci's hands, glanced at the furry ears, tangled for a while, and hung them in his closet.

Bought all.

Several brightly colored clothes instantly brightened up Qi Yan's wardrobe. Fu Ci couldn't help raising his lips and touched the ears of Qi Yan's sweater. It was soft and felt really good.

Seeing this, Liu Liu's hand was also a little itchy. He came over and wanted to touch it, but Fu Ci quickly patted his hand away, "Why?"

Can the rabbit ears of prayer be touched by others?

Liu Liu covered his hand in pain, and looked at Fu Ci with a face of accusation, "Why can't you touch me! Prayers didn't say anything!"

In fact, when he came back from Qiyan, he wanted to get started. There was no other reason. Qiyan's body, with that face, was so cute that it exploded. It's easy to want to try it with Fu Ci's Dongfeng, but didn't expect that this person would not let him touch it!

"Qiyan, you judge and judge!" Liu Liu tried to find a way out of Qiyan.

But before Qiyan could speak, Fu Ci stood in front of him, "It's no use looking for Qiyan, I'll do what I say."

No domineering tone.

Liu Liu howled, threw himself into Song Yang's arms, and rubbed Song Yang's hair in a mess, "They bullied your father! Go and avenge me!"

Song Yang glanced at him with pity, then kicked him away mercilessly, "I don't have time for your father, and I can't beat him, so bear with me!"

After finishing his speech, he reminded him: "Brother Ci, if you are not interested in the captaincy of the basketball team, I advise you to make it clear to Yu Kaiji as soon as possible."

Fu Ci nodded, "Okay, I'll talk to him after class tomorrow."

The next day, Qi Yan was in the studio preparing his works for the selection.

He was afraid that Fu Ci would think too much about the painting when he saw it, and chased after him to ask.

Feng Ziyu stood behind him, glanced at his painting, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Qiyan, have you finally made up your mind?"

Some time ago, he didn't start writing when he saw Qiyan, and he asked him several times. The other party said that he had no inspiration, and he was a little distressed when he saw the expression. Now he doesn't hesitate to write, and he clearly knows what he wants to express.

He took a closer look at Qi Yan's painting. Even if there was only a simple line, it wasn't even a prototype, but the youthful feeling that rushed to the face made people smile unconsciously.

"This is the school playground you painted, right?"

What Qi Yan painted seems to be a picture of two people lying side by side on the school playground, surrounded by blurred figures of many students.

"Yes." Qi Yan nodded.

Fu Ci would take him to run every night. He was familiar with every grass and tree in the playground and could easily draw them.

Feng Ziyu watched quietly as he carefully sketched the lines of the two figures in the painting. Almost all the brushstrokes of the prayers fell on the other slightly taller person. That treasure made Feng Ziyu a little stunned.

How did he feel? Although the corners of Qi Yan's mouth were slightly raised when he painted this picture, he felt a sense of astringency in the depths.

In the photo, the two boys look like they are lying side by side, but there is always a distance between them, like an invisible line, so that although the two seem to be close, they can't actually get closer.