Fairy Cries Only At Night

"Qingqing!" Fu Yuning strode over to hold my hand.

I pushed him away with a cold face, "Sir, you call the wrong person!"

For me, who is not good tempered, there is no way to have a good tone for Fu Yuning.

"To the evening, where are you going? I'll see you off." Fu Yuning changed his mouth with worry in his eyes.

"No, I'll be fine if you don't show up in front of me."

"To..."

"Don't stop me, will you? I'm really busy!"

I stared at Fu Yuning and pushed him away.

This time Fu Yuning didn't stop me and stopped in place. I endured the pain and walked forward quickly.

As soon as I reached my destination, my foot swelled up.

Frown, touch, the pain I took a breath of air conditioning.

Look around. Forget it. It's all coming. Just sit still.

I found a bench to sit on, took out what I wanted to use and arranged it.

Then put the template I drew next to it.

Well, that's how my work began.

Sister sun is very well informed. Someone came up just as I sat there.

My price is not expensive, moderate, and the paintings are also satisfactory to tourists. However, a few people surrounded me in an hour.

But I didn't notice that once I did something seriously, I was devoted to it. Therefore, they were afraid of me. I didn't know.

"Please give me your cell phone." a clear voice came. I looked up and looked at the voice.

Fu Yuning stood beside a man and spread his hand to him.

I looked at the man. He was a young man in his twenties. He looked like a college student.

"I, why should I give you my mobile phone?"

It is estimated that they also feel that their practice is wrong, so the boys are not confident enough.

"It is against the law not to take her picture without the permission of the party concerned."

Fu Yuning looked at the boy, his eyes were not as warm as usual, with a cold feeling.

Seeing this, I already understand.

"I, I..."

"Handsome boy, I'm not photogenic. Don't shoot."

When the boy heard what I said, he blushed and dodged in his eyes. "You're very good-looking. I can't help taking pictures. Sorry, I deleted it now."

"Thank you."

I smiled and nodded, then opened my mouth, "in order to thank you for your praise, I'll draw you a free portrait."

"Really?" the boy smiled happily.

"Of course, I have my word."

"Good!"

The boy said, take his cell phone and delete the picture he just took in front of me.

"Wait a minute. I'll draw it for you when I finish here."

"It's all right. I'll wait as long as I can."

The boy said, standing next to me and watching me draw.

I didn't care. I continued to draw for the girl in front of me.

"Hehe, the boy is really straightforward."

"No, girls are also very good. I like them, too."

"Now she's busy. I'll ask her to draw one for me later. I think she draws well."

"Well, I'll come too."

After drawing, she handed it to the girl. The girl took it and smiled happily, "it's really like!"

"Thank you."

The girl handed me the money and I took it impolitely.

"Come back next time."

"Sure."

When the girl left, two figures appeared in front of me at the same time. One was the boy who had just secretly photographed me, and the other was Fu Yuning with a cold face.

"What are you doing?"

"She drew for me."

"She never said it or promised you."

"She promised in her heart."

"You... You are sick."

"Sick, lovesickness."

"You!"

"She is my girlfriend."

"How possible! I think you posted it upside down."

Two big men quarreled in front of me with a straight face.

I looked at Fu Yuning. When did he become so talkative?

Black is said to be white

"I tell you! She promised me, you go!"

"She's my girlfriend. I quarreled with her. She's angry with me."

"Stop!"

The more they talk, the more outrageous they are. I'm going to stop at last, otherwise they will definitely fight if they go on like this.

"Qingqing..."

"Fu Yuning, are you finished?!" I stared at Fu Yuning and spoke loudly.

Fu Yuning looked at me with an injured look in his eyes.

I stopped looking at him, turned to the boy and said, "come and sit down."

"Thank you!"

The boy sat on the stool. I looked at him and drew with a pen.

A portrait was finished soon. I handed the drawing to the boy, smiled and said, "OK."

"OK, thank you!"

"You're welcome."

I hung up a piece of white paper again. The boy was still standing in front of me. I looked at him suspiciously and asked, "what's the matter?"

"May I have your phone number?"

Looking at the boy's redder and redder face, the smile on my face remained unchanged and easily told a lie, "sorry, I can't remember my phone number."

"It's all right, I'll tell you my number." then, before I could answer, the boy took out his paper and pen and quickly wrote a serial number and handed it to me.

I looked at the note on my cell phone in amazement, but the boy smiled shyly at me and turned and ran away.

I, "..."

Suddenly, the note in my hand was pulled out. Before I could react, Fu Yuning tore it into pieces and threw it into the dustbin.

Well, I know it's quiet. I don't seem to be confused by anger.

Fu Yuning came over, sat down in front of me and said, "I want to draw a portrait."

I put away the drawing board and said, "it's closed."

Suddenly, his hand was held. Fu Yuning looked at me and the injury in his eyes increased.

"Qingqing, others can. Why can't I?"

His words were interrogative, but they were affirmative, as if he knew the answer but was unwilling to ask again.

I don't think I can go on like this. I'd better make it clear with Fu Yuning.

"Fu Yuning, I don't want anything now. I just want to be with grandma, draw and see the scenery. That's it."

The injury in Fu Yuning's eyes scattered little by little, and clenched my hand, loosened it, sat up straight and looked at me seriously, "I know, I understand, Qingqing, I'm not here to disturb you or let you recall the past. I hope to have me in such a day."

I used to think that naive people would say naive words, but in fact, it is not. Smart people, even geniuses, are the same.

Because I want to.

I looked at Fu Yuning's face and looked at it quietly. It was half a sound. I whispered, "you are cloud, I am mud, your day is vast, and my day is a frog at the bottom of a well. It's impossible."

Fu Yuning shook his head, his eyes gradually floated familiar warmth, and the corners of his mouth also aroused a good-looking smile.

"You do yours and I do mine."

I couldn't understand Fu Yuning's smile or what he said.

I ignored him and took a pen to draw a portrait of him.

Thought is your own, what you think of a person is what, and so is emotion.

And I don't have to hide like this.