Chapter 2105: Memories of Love

Jack magically understood some of the hidden meanings and said lightly, "You seem to have some misunderstandings about yourself!"

"What?" Mu Yuan asked.

Jack recently looked up the harmonious movement between homosexuals and knew something about it. The academic bully learns everything very quickly. Who gave him the courage to think that he could be on top?

Forget it, he is quitting drugs, so I won't discourage him.

Jack stroked his head and said, "I'll go make you a snack."

To Mu Yuan, this was a tactful rejection. Mu Yuan didn't even care about making white porcelain. He thought to himself, the instructor rejected him. Are they in love? This state is like being in love, but no one has broken the window paper, and it seems like nothing has happened. This is quite annoying.

The instructor just simply helped him quit drugs?

Is he overthinking it?

Can't the instructor forget his dead lover?

If he works harder, will the instructor like him more? If not, how can he agree to be with him? He didn't make any promises to himself.

Oh, so annoying!

Mu Yuan, who had been scrolling through the bullet screen for a long time, was in a very gloomy mood. Jack obviously felt it, but he deliberately avoided the topic and made a sweet apricot jelly for Mu Yuan. It was refreshing and cool, with a little fragrance of apricot flowers, but not too sweet, which was very suitable for Mu Yuan's taste. Once Mu Yuan got angry, he didn't plan to make a couple cup.

Anyway, he couldn't do it well, and his skills were not up to standard. Then he bought several large colorful vases to decorate. These colored glaze bottles were all colorful, and the aesthetics was very peculiar. Mu Yuan had nothing to do, so he decorated his home again. Jack was reading a book in the courtyard, watching him do it, and asked, "Do you need help?"

"No."

Then...an afternoon passed.

The curtains were changed to double layers, one white and one dark blue, the sheets were changed to black, the quilt cover was changed to red, the tablecloth was changed to small emerald flowers, the carpet was also changed to a light green wool blanket, and the whole house was covered with a layer of gray wallpaper with light gold patterns.

Jack, "..."

He looked at the color matching of the house in a wordless way, and a thought flashed through his mind. He might not be allowed to decorate the house in the future. How could people live there? It was so colorful and the color matching had no style. It was very strange.

Mu Yuan was very happy, "Does it look good?"

"It doesn't look good."

Mu Yuan, "..."

Mu Yuan thought, they are really not in the passionate love period. Men and women in the passionate love period should praise each other and say that the eyes are diamonds, right? Why does Jack dislike his aesthetics?

Jack is not a picky person. Although the house has been changed drastically and the warm colors have become non-mainstream styles, he still happily accepted it. As long as Mu Yuan is happy, it's fine.

He often has toxicity attacks and needs to do something to divert his attention. He found that Mu Yuan especially treasured the cup he gave him. Jack suddenly had an idea and asked Mu Yuan to sit in the yard and he drew pictures for Mu Yuan.

"You can also draw?"

"Why not?" The top student answered as a matter of course, "It's very simple."

Mu Yuan was silent. He went to military school at a young age. He had almost no hobbies except calligraphy and piano practice before he was seven years old. He learned life-saving skills. Romance had nothing to do with him. He learned guitar and harmonica from his comrades in the army. He was not good at drawing. It was okay for him to draw maps, but it was a sin to draw landscapes.

I thought Jack was going to draw a sketch for him, but who knew he took out a color box and wanted to make an oil painting for him.

Mu Yuan, "You're...good...all-round."

Jack said, "My mom likes it. Her dream before high school was to be a painter, so I learned a little from her."

Large patches of sunlight fell. There were some trees in the yard that Mu Yuan couldn't name. The leaves were golden and shining. He sat under the tree with a lazy posture. The sunlight shone through the golden leaves, layer by layer. There was a patch of light on his side face, which made him look handsome and his features three-dimensional. The afternoon sun enveloped his body and made him feel warm, but it was quite dazzling when he looked up. The sky in the distance was blue and clean. The town was quiet and warm in the afternoon, and there was a faint fragrance in the wind.

Mu Yuan was very comfortable and drowsy, and he took a nap on the rattan chair. Jack stopped writing, looked at it for a while, took away the half-finished piece, took a new canvas, and painted it again.

Coloring and painting, the young boy lay defenselessly under the tree. The overly strong afternoon sun made Jack feel drowsy and enjoyable.

Mu Yuan didn't know how long he had slept. His immunity had been poor recently and he was prone to sleepiness. When he opened his eyes, he was still a little confused. "Have you finished the painting?"

"Almost done." Jack said softly.

"Can I move?"

"Yeah!" His attention was all on the canvas. Mu Yuan yawned, walked over slowly, and was amazed.

On the canvas, there were tall trees and golden leaves. There was also a wall covered with morning glories in the yard, with some scattered flowers. The sun fell on the boy under the tree in a mottled manner. He leaned slightly on the rattan chair, as if he was resting his eyes or taking a nap. His facial features were distinct and three-dimensional, lifelike. The color matching was not as colorful as that of oil paintings, but it was not dull either. It was like a slender boy who was secretly looking at him while taking a nap in the afternoon. The whole painting exuded a hint of sweetness.

"It's really...beautiful." Mu Yuan was shocked. Jack only knew the surface of it. He was too modest. This was obviously a masterpiece by a famous artist. Naturally, he had no appreciation ability at all, but at least he could tell the difference between beauty and ugliness. Did he think that it was because he was the person in the painting, so he was just looking at a green bean?

Jack looked left and right, and felt quite satisfied. Mu Yuan's charm was also portrayed. Mu Yuan was very happy, "Is this for me?"

"For you!" Jack said, rubbing his wrist, and he had a little expectation in his heart, but Mu Yuan's performance was too straightforward. He didn't even need him to ask if he liked it or not. He showed unreserved ecstasy and appreciation. Jack thought, it's good to be a simple-minded person. He didn't need to guess his preferences.

It seemed that he liked everything he was given.

This made people feel very fulfilled.

Mu Yuan looked at the oil painting, and he thought that he would frame it, put it on the bedside, and look at it every day. It would be better if the person in the painting was replaced by Jack, but unfortunately he was not good at painting and couldn't draw such charm.

"Can I draw you?" Little Mu Yuan, who wants everything to be in pairs recently, also has his own thoughts.

Jack was startled and chuckled. Mu Yuan blushed when he laughed and felt that he was too... eager, and his face flushed instantly.

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This is two pictures in one!