lover beside

Chapter 403

Qing Huan ran over in disbelief, stroking the "photo" with her fingers.It is very similar to the photos she took, but it is basically drawn...

Qing Huan was startled, and looked back at Qing Jin, "This is?"

Qing Jin shook her head and sighed, but finally smiled, "The photo paper is already crumpled, if I just take your negative and develop it and give it back to you, I don't think I'm sincere enough, so I crumpled it up." Draw the photo and return it to you. The photo is your painstaking effort, and it took my painstaking effort to draw it, so it's only fair, isn't it?"

How can Qing Huan not be moved.Not to mention the difficulty of restoring a photo with painting, the time of creation alone is already different.How can a light press of the shutter be compared with a detailed drawing stroke by stroke?

"Fool Qingjin, actually you don't have to do this. I wasn't angry with you at first." Qing Huan looked at Qingjin with wet eyes.She was really not angry with him at first, he was her dearest brother and the person she valued the most. Although she felt sad for a moment looking at the crumpled photo paper, she was not really angry.

Qing Jin sighed and laughed, stretched out her long arms to rub Rou Qing Huan's hair.

How should I describe that feeling?Even though he knew she wouldn't be really angry, his heart ached as long as he saw her sad.If he could find a way to make her smile, even if it took ten times and a hundred times more time and effort, he would be willing.

Qing Jin looked up at the pictures painted on the wall, only he knew the struggle.Qing Huan captured Lu Ziheng's back in the photo, and he drew it stroke by stroke. He could feel Qing Huan's mood hidden under the picture.

That's why he was so angry at the beginning.But at this time, in order to make Qing Huan laugh out of tears, he would rather break his own pride, and willingly watched Lu Ziheng's back blatantly enter the room, hanging in Qing Huan's room.Qing Huan doesn't understand this kind of feeling of secretly fighting, this feeling of enduring the pain and willing to fail...

He knows that he is not a person who is willing to admit defeat, but for the sake of Qing Huan, he is willing.

"Okay, as long as you're happy, that's enough." Qing Jin smiled and smoothed out his messy hair, and there was tenderness in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

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Qing Huan arrives at school very early in the morning.She likes to sit quietly in an empty classroom, listening to the Walkman, and looking at the clear autumn sky on the campus.The mood will be relaxed like never before, and a trace of girlish romance will be found in the busy campus life in the past.

Today, it seemed that someone had monopolized the morning tranquility on campus earlier than she did.Qing Huan plugged in his earphones and looked out the window. In the distance, there was a boy wearing a pure white vest running on the playground track.

Qing Huan couldn't help sticking out her tongue.Running has always been her weakness, and every time she took the 400-meter test in physical education class, she was so embarrassed that she had to die, so when she saw him running easily and vigorously, she just felt envious and couldn't help staring at it a few more times .

The boy under the window turned to the front runway, only then did Qing Huan see clearly that it was Ziheng.

Qing Huan only felt her heart beating slightly.Du Huan said that Ziheng once asked her to find Guan Xin from the photography agency, and wanted to arrange Qing Huan into the photography agency.Du Huan also said that Ziheng has never begged anyone for similar matters, even Wang Xiaoke, who grew up with his childhood sweetheart, once wanted to join the music club and asked Ziheng for help, but Ziheng refused.Du Huan said that just one incident proved that Qinghuan was special in Ziheng's heart.

Du Huan's words contained a joke, of course Qinghuan didn't dare to believe it, but how could she not secretly guess in her heart why Ziheng wanted to help her?There is always a little pink dream in the heart of a girl. Qinghuan once again looked at Ziheng's figure from afar, and felt her heart beating.

Although she can only comfort herself, because the model she chose is Ziheng, Ziheng certainly hopes that the photos related to him can be selected... But the girl also has an intuition in her heart, it must be more than that.

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Qing Huanning stood in front of the window, and Ziheng saw it immediately after turning the corner.

He heard his heartbeat changing rhythm.

In fact, he had already noticed that window. He knew it was Qing Huan's class, and he knew where Qing Huan was sitting next to the window.

Ziheng secretly clenched his fists, feeling a timidity that he had never felt before.

Although it was such a huge playground, and it was three floors away, he became nervous.After all, the world in the early morning is peaceful and quiet, it seems that there are only two of them in the whole world, staring at each other.

In fact, it took less than a minute to run through a corner, but in Ziheng's heart, it was almost as long as forever.

For the first time, he deliberately lowered his eyes, as if he hadn't seen that person, and forced himself to run through the runway in front of him calmly, until he left the direction of the teaching building behind.

How to describe the mood at this time?How to define this strange timidity?Ziheng knew that there were some things that had completely escaped his own control and happened stubbornly.He couldn't resist, he could only wait anxiously, waiting for all these things to break out of the ground, waiting for all these things to turn into butterflies, and one day they would fly in front of the two of them, so that they could only face it squarely and could no longer escape. .

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Ziheng wasn't the only one who was nervous, and Qing Huan almost timidly backed away on the face-to-face runway.

In fact, I always thought that Ziheng was a gentle boy, dressed in white and tender, but I didn't expect him to be so strong when he was only wearing a pure white vest.There are youthful muscles bulging on the arms and shoulders, and the steps taken by the long legs are firm and powerful.After running several laps, he still didn't see a trace of fatigue. Through the quiet speaker effect of the playground, Qing Huan even seemed to be able to faintly hear his well-proportioned and powerful breathing...

The youthful vigor of a man hit her like a clenched fist.Qing Huan felt a little apprehensive.

But... Qing Jin's appearance suddenly lingered in his heart, Qing Huan seemed to suddenly realize that Qing Jin had grown up because of Zi Heng, and was no longer the younger brother he thought he was familiar with, but a young man.

Qing Huan was strangely disturbed.The good mood early in the morning turned into confusion due to Ziheng's slight throbbing.

She suddenly wanted to know: just as Ziheng's figure fell into her eyes at this time, did Qingjin's figure also fall into the eyes of another girl?

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