It should be a notebook or something, right? Fu Ci then turned over a page and was about to put it under the sun, but as soon as he turned it over, he was stunned—

It was a picture. The person in the picture was wearing a school uniform, raising his hand slightly, and was preparing to shoot a basketball.

Fu Ci could see at a glance that the person was him. When he played basketball, he used to roll up his right sleeve and liked to wear a blue headband.

However, Qi Yan actually painted himself in high school? Mingming was so reluctant to ask people to paint a picture for himself when he was in college.

Fu Ci casually flipped through the pages, but the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became. He was leaning against the bed and straightened up a little, and he couldn't help but tighten the hand holding the picture book——

In this book, it is full, and all the paintings are him, and only him.

Some are simple sketches, some have been colored with colored pencils, and each painting has a date mark under it.

The previous date interval is relatively long. Since the second year of high school, the frequency of Qiyan painting him has increased significantly.

Maybe it was because the two had officially known each other at the time.

Moreover, he found that with the passage of time, not only did Qi Yan's painting technique improve significantly, but also the style has undergone obvious changes. There is no obvious change node in the technique, but the style has changed abruptly.

Fu Ci found the picture that changed, and the background was the room where he was praying. In the photo, he was leaning on the back of the bed, the corner of his white T-shirt was lifted, revealing his thin waist and abdomen, his legs were bent at will, He shook his head, revealing a languid and relaxed profile.

He stared at the painting for a long time, and finally realized the specific difference in style.

In this picture, although he is young, he reveals indescribable sexiness. Most of the previous sketches were of him who was full of youth. From this one, he has changed in the photo.

It should be said that the [fu speech] in Qi Yan's eyes has changed.

He glanced at the signature. It was September 20, 2019, and it was also the exact date that Qi Yan said in Truth or Dare—

On that day, Qi Yan understood his intentions.

Qi Yan and Qi Yongzhi went upstairs after playing chess.

He suddenly remembered that many of his picture albums were put together with high school books, many of which were scribbled by himself. The most complete sketchbook was placed deep in the bookshelf by him. He shouldn't have taken it out, right?

Qi Yan quickened his pace, pushed open the door, and found that Fu Ci was sitting on the ground, leaning against the bed with his back to him, and there were many open books in the sunlight in front of the window.

"It's all done?" Qi Yan walked over and just squatted down to take a look, but was hugged by the person next to him. He stumbled and fell into Fu Ci's arms by surprise.

"Let me hug." Fu Ci's voice was a little hoarse.

Qi Yan blinked, not understanding what happened to Fu Ci.

After confessing the relationship between the two to his parents, Fu Ci has always been paying attention to his words and deeds.

It was like now, with his face buried in his neck and his waist locked, almost forcing him to hug him tightly, and the force was so strong that he seemed to be dragged into his body.

"Pray." Fu Ci called out again.

Although Qi Yan didn't know what happened, he still touched his hair soothingly, "Well, I'm here, what's wrong?"

After he asked, he inadvertently turned his eyes and saw a notebook spread out in the sunlight closest to Fuci. It was his sketchbook in the deepest part.

Qi Yan was stunned, did Fu Ci see it?

But before he could think about it, Fu Ci hugged him and rubbed his neck, his voice muffled, "Did I miss you for a long time?"

It turned out that Qi Yan had noticed him so early, and even fell in love with him when he was in the third year of high school, but he didn't know anything.

He didn't expect that Fu Ci turned out to be this reaction. He thought he knew that he had liked him for so long, and would be happy, happy, or curiously.

But if he did not leave, he hugged him tightly, and even brought a strong regret.

It seems that he regrets that he likes himself for so long.

Prayed that his heart softened, and whispered: "It's okay."

He knew that Fu Ci was distressed by him. He felt sorry for him for so long, but he couldn't declare it.

However, for the prayer, that time was not bitter. The person he liked was always with him, eating with him, learning, he could get a hug at hand, and he could also sleep with others.

To be honest, he was quite satisfied at the time.

He did not regret fell in love with Fu.

Even if he asked him again, he would still repeat the same mistakes.

Praying his face with his resignation and looking at him, "Pay resignation, this is fine."

Don't worry about the past, he cares about the present and the future with Fu.

Fu Ci looked at the eyes of praying with a soft smile, and a kiss fell on his eyes, and said seriously: "Pray, change me to love you in the future."

He will make Qi Yan become the loved one, and the rest of his life will be the case.

Listening to his solemn tone, he couldn't help but bent his lips and hugged him back, "Well, then you need to love me a little bit."

The sun shines on the two, plated with a warm golden color.

The wind blows the picture album, and gradually turns to the first page

Under the jerky strokes, Fu Ci lying on the desk to take a rest, facing the camera, the corners of his lips were lazy, but it revealed the youth's wanton and publicity.

The sun is just right, and the teenager is flourishing.

Everything is the best.

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