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    The moment the door opened, a large delicate and fair male chest came into view.

    Zheng Yimian held the thermos bottle in his hand, looked over Liang Yu's beautiful shoulder blades, and looked at their balcony with swaying eyes.

    She stretched out the thermos in her hand: "I cooked more ginger cola to prevent colds, and I'll bring you a portion. It should be enough for three people."

    "Okay." He responded in a low voice.

    "Also," she licked her lips, "it's cooling down, youwear more."

    Liang Yu stretched out his hand to grab the water bottle that she was holding tightly, and smiled faintly: "Grasp so tightly?"

    She let go, and made a gesture to drive him in: "Okay, you go in first, if you wear too little clothes, you will catch cold easily."

    Liang Yu: "I'll put the kettle on, put on my clothes and take you down."

    "It's okay, no need, it's pretty close," she waved her hand, "Then I'm leaving, bye."

    After finishing speaking, without giving him a chance to forcefully send her away, she closed the door and quickly went down the stairs.

    When I went downstairs, I thought of Liang Yu just now.

    He only wore a pair of trousers, which reached to his waist, making his legs appear longer, and the vest line extending into the belt seemed to be more obvious than before.

    Zheng Yimian went back to the dormitory along the corridor and began to wash.

    Li Min looked at her, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Is your music cartoon a little bit?"

    Zheng Yimian took a cup of water to wash his face, water drops rolled down his cheeks: "I have no inspiration yet."

    "You need to find more inspirations," Li Min said, "Then what, isn't there a lot of singers who have music dreams? Don't you like Gu Yulin? You can watch his video."

    Zheng Yimian wiped his face clean with a face towel, and said: "Liang Yu said that Gu Yu's meeting is not special enough, just let me see him."

    "Liang Yu? What will Liang Yu do?"

    Zheng Yimian paused, and then said: "Drum set. But he probably hasn't practiced for a long time, I don't know if he can remember it now."

    "Damn it," the third child sighed while leaning on the table. "He actually learned to play the drums? I remember when I was learning the piano, there was a very handsome little brother who liked to play the drums at the door. I thought it was so cool.  always peeking at him."

    Li Min also supported the table and nodded: "The drum set really fits Liang Yu's temperament. It's a bit cool, but also handsome. It's a bit gentle when it's slow, and it's explosive when it's flamboyant."

    ////

    That weekend, Liang Yu said that he would not find someone else to pick up the drums, so he brought the drums from home.

    He went back home, and Zheng Yimian naturally also went back.

    As soon as she got home, Mother Zheng greeted her with a smile: "I just made chicken soup for you, come and taste it."

    Zheng Yimian went to the kitchen to fill up the rice, pulled out a pair of chopsticks and started eating.

    "The weather has changed, have you brought enough clothes?"

    Zheng Yimian nodded: "I've brought enough."

    "Are all the professional courses okay? What do you usually eat at school?"

    "Everything is pretty good," Zheng Yimian said, "There are many kinds of food at school, and I even participated in a comic competition."

    Mother Zheng smiled: "What competition?"

    "It's just drawing propositional comics," she replied, "the preliminary competition hasn't started yet."

    "That's good," Zheng's mother smiled, "Participate properly and exercise yourself."

    After eating, Zheng Yimian went into the room to draw the cartoon of "Wan Yaosheng".

    Although the manuscript related to music has not been finished yet, inspiration cannot be forced, not to mention that there is still some time before the deadline for the preliminary round

    She usually spares time to draw manuscripts in school, and she is not idle at home. She memorizes the hand-painted boards and never misses any opportunity to draw.

    She still remembered that her manuscript fee for the first half of the year was all used to buy that expensive hand-painted board.

    The parents were naturally very happy. As a reward for her, they also bought her a notebook at home for her to use for drawing.

    Zheng Yimian's computer was turned on, and Zheng's mother came in: "Don't you want to take a break?"

    Zheng Yimian turned her head and said softly: "No, I'll go to sleep right after I finish painting."

    "Don't be too tired. Although I hope you have a little goal to strive for, I don't want you to tire yourself too much."

    "You know," she said, "I usually take a few days off after drawing a cartoon."

    Zheng's mother closed the door and went out, Zheng Yimian began to perfect the scene details in the line draft.

    It was 10:30 after the painting was finished. After chatting with Liang Yu for a while and taking a bath, she fell asleep."

    "What else are you practicing?" He laughed, "Haven't you watched it all?"

    Seeing the bow on Zheng Yimian's collar unraveled, Liang Yu stretched out his hand to tie it up for her, and asked again: "Have you got any inspiration?"

    "A little bit."

    Liang Yu reached out and wiped her right cheek with the pulp of his thumb, and his fingertips faintly slid past her earlobe.

    "Okay, let's go back then."

    On the way back, she casually asked Liang Yu, "Why did you learn to play drums when you were young?"

    "At that time, I didn't like to go to class, so they wanted to cultivate some other hobbies for me. After learning drums for a while, they stopped learning."

    "Why didn't you learn?"

    "I beat others to tears. From then on, when he saw me, he didn't dare to come to class. There was no other way, so I wouldn't go."

    Zheng Yimian smiled: "When you were young, you were really a mess."

    Liang Yu nodded and said, "It's quite a mess."

    He was not born gentle.

    When encountering people or things that you don't like, you are used to using force to solve them. Take what you like, and grab it if you can't get it.

    I didn't expect to be able to look forward and backward for a person, and my heart is full of knots; I also didn't expect that there would be someone who would be regarded as a treasure by him, and he would not dare to act rashly.

    It seems She really gave all the tenderness to her.

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    Back in the dormitory, Zheng Yimian spent forty minutes writing the outline of the competition comics on paper.

    Take out the hand-painted board, the first scene is the picture of the male protagonist playing drums.

    After finishing the line draft of the screen, Zheng Yimian stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, found a piece of matcha chocolate in the drawer and ate it.

    Li Min passed behind her, glanced at her, and couldn't help asking: "Why are you painting Liang Yu?"

    "No." Zheng Yimian turned around and looked at the screen again.

    She was silent for a while, and confirmed it again and again.

    Nose, eyes, mouth.

    The male protagonist on the screen actually looks like Liang Yu.

    Once she made a mistake, she drew Liang Yu into a cartoon prototype?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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