Give Me a Hug

Chapter 29: Not Yet

Lin Shan was practicing his color work.

Brushstroke, glance at Xie Jiaran, another brushstroke, another glance at Xie Jiaran...

Until Xie Jiaran finally couldn't take it anymore and turned around with a puzzled look.

"Jiaran, did you win a big prize on Weibo?"

Xie Jiaran shook his head.

Lin Shan wasn't satisfied and asked, "Won the lottery?"

Xie Jiaran shook his head again.

Lin Shan: "Did a star fall from the sky and land in your house?"

Xie Jiaran still shook his head and asked helplessly, "What exactly do you want to ask?"

Lin Shan said, "If you didn't win a prize and didn't win the lottery, why are you so happy today? Did something good happen?"

Xie Jiaran paused, confused: "Why do you think I'm happy?"

He was never one to show his emotions easily, whether happy or sad. He thought his behavior today was no different from usual, so he was puzzled about how Lin Shan could tell.

"It's just a feeling."

Lin Shan said proudly, "My emotional radar is very accurate, and it's too obvious today."

Xie Jiaran touched his face: "Obvious?"

Had he been smiling?

"Not obvious to the naked eye, but obvious enough that anyone with senses can feel it. The air you're exuding can't lie."

Lin Shan stretched out a hand, lifting his sleeve to reveal his arm: "Look."

Xie Jiaran looked puzzled: "Goosebumps?"

Lin Shan: "It's the pink bubbles constantly floating from you, making me almost allergic to the sugar content!"

Xie Jiaran: "..."

Lin Shan let go of his sleeve: "Good brothers share their happiness, so what's the good news? Have you finally finished your 'Youth' painting?"

In a way, that was true. Xie Jiaran hesitated and then nodded: "You could say that."

Lin Shan: "It took long enough! Did you bring it? Let me see!"

Xie Jiaran took out the draft and handed it to him.

It was the piece he had started sketching on the basketball court, refined in the dormitory, set aside for a while due to confusion, and now finally completed with color.

The background had changed from indoor to outdoor, from a closed gym to an open field shaded by greenery.

Vivid and bold colors depicted a splendid summer, and the transparent coloring made the whole scene fresh and lively, like the sound of cicadas in the shade.

A group of boys was playing basketball, and both in the painting and outside it, the boy jumping high to dunk in the middle was the focal point of all light and attention.

His flying shirt hem formed a wild and free curve in the air, full of vitality and energy.

At the first sight of the painting, Lin Shan's eyes lit up.

It was genuinely impactful and beautiful, enough to captivate anyone at a glance.

Every brushstroke, every bit of coloring was perfect.

There was youth, there was excitement, and looking at it for too long could even give one a romantic illusion—he wasn't looking at a painting but through a piece of paper into another coexisting world.