At dusk, the sun sets, the sky is filled with tender orange-orange golden light, and the twilight is gradually fading.

The sunset light shines on the land, and it is still a bit dazzling.

When Zhimian walked to the playground, he saw Gyb's team members running.

When they ran to Zhimian, the group saw her and looked excited and shocked, and waved to her.

Zhimian was embarrassed and greeted them, but they did not stop training and quickly passed by her.

Zhimian walked to the stand next to the playground and sat down. Looking at the surrounding scenery, he suddenly felt familiar and unfamiliar.

I haven't been to this place for more than a year.

It turned out that she thought she would never come here again.

She sighed that sometimes God arranged things that were really unexpected.

Zhimian took out the drawing board and pen in his bag and started working.

She tried to conceive at home a few days ago, but she had no inspiration and didn't know how to design this story. She tried to propose several plans and asked Smiya first. The other party rejected it, hoping to have better creativity.

Zhimian couldn't find the feeling, so he took out his cell phone and took a few photos of the playground in case he needed it in the future.

She looked at the scenery, held the brush, and after she started painting, she was immersed in the painting without realizing it.

Drawing is always what makes her happiest.

She described it, and after a while, a shadow suddenly fell on the drawing board, and a pair of military boots came into view.

She suddenly looked up and saw Duan Zhuo standing in front of her, with one hand in her pocket.

Intersecting his eyes.

“Is the sun shining?”

He asked out loud.

"fine……"

"I'll have someone move a table for you, it will be easier for you to draw." His eyes fell on her drawing board, "Do you have any ideas?"

“Still composition.”

"If you need it, please ask me, and I can help you conceive it."

"Um."

She agreed, but in fact she didn't plan to say anything more to him.

After all, he didn't understand even after telling him, and he never knew anything about her comics.

Duan Zhuo's eyes fell on her, and finally pressed his emotions and said, "I'll continue to train."

"good."

Duan Zhuo left.

After a while, someone really brought a table over and put on a big umbrella next to him, especially like the referee sitting in the finish stand during the school sports meeting.

Zhimian observed Duan Zhuo's training, held his head with his hands and biting his pen cap, and began to think boredly.

After a while, she saw Zhuge Yu stepping across the lawn and walking towards her.

"Yo, Xiaojiu——"

Zhimian responded.

Zhuge Yu stepped onto the stands and sat next to her, "Where are you here to work?"

"right."

Zhuge Yu smiled, "You don't know that some people have been waiting for you for several days and are looking forward to you coming to the club. I just heard something wrong with your car, so I put down my training and left immediately. I'm very worried about you."

Zhuge Yu's words were meaningful, Zhimian was stunned, his mind was circling, and finally he lowered his eyes and responded without answering.

Mainly, she didn't know how to answer.

"He has been punished by the coach for a temporary leave. He will have to practice alone later," he said.

This incident arose because of Zhimian, and she felt guilty.

"Then when will your training end?"

"Six o'clock, it's almost done."

After chatting with her for a few words, Zhuge Yu finally continued to work hard and returned to the playground.

After a while, Zhimian saw all the team members of Gyb gathering to form blocks. What the coach said, and everyone finally disbanded.

Then, several men with wide shoulders and long legs walked towards Zhimian with their shoulders and laughed and walked towards Zhimian. Finally, they walked to Zhimian with a smile on their faces:

"Sister-in-law, long time no see!"

Zhimian stood up and said embarrassedly: "Don't call me sister-in-law..."

"I'm done and I'm talking a little bit. I've got a tongue out of the tongue. Sister-in-law, we'll make a change next time!"

Zhimian: "..."

She remembered four years ago, after she and Duan Zhuo were together, a team member had a dinner party, and Zhimian was taken with him by Duan Zhuo.

This was the first time she had seen his teammates. When the team members saw her, they all started to call their sister-in-law. Zhimian sat next to Duan Zhuo, and his face turned red. Then Duan Zhuo touched her head and smiled lazyly, "My child is thin-skinned, almost the same."

Later, every time I saw Zhimian appear next to Duan Zhuo, the team members liked to tease her, and Zhimian had always had a good relationship with them.

Several team members wanted to say a few words to Zhimian, Duan Zhuo walked over and swept his cold eyes at them, "If you don't leave, why don't you practice with me?"

"Boss, we're leaving!"

"By the boss!"

The few people were so scared that they turned around and left, and in the end they were Duan Zhuo.

Zhimian's mind was still echoing those words from sister-in-law. She felt a little embarrassed and didn't look up. Her eyes looked straight inadvertently on the waist and abdomen of the man standing in front of her.

His black T-shirt was sweaty and slightly pressed against his body. The outline of his thin waist was depicted in a faint way. As his breath slowly rose and fell, he exuded a strong male hormone breath in silence.

Shouldn't watch it or not!

Zhimian hurriedly lowered his eyes, held the brush tightly, and heard the man's indifferent voice fall:

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay..." Zhimian touched his nose.

Seeing her weird appearance, Duan Zhuo bent down and met her gaze: "I want to practice more, do you want to stay for a while? Or are you going back?"

"I'll draw for a while, find some inspiration, and you can train."

"Um."

Duan Zhuo turned around and got out of the stands and continued training.

Zhimian looked at his figure and suddenly remembered the day she gave him tactical gloves. He sat alone on the playground smoking, with his back lonely.

Now he has already come out of such confusion and realizes his dream.

Gradually, Zhimian had inspiration in his mind.

The sun gradually sets, a faint afterglow spreads across the sky, and a translucent star lit up on the sky above.

She had just closed the pen and sat down next to her.

When I turned around, I saw that it was Duan Zhuo.

His long legs were open at will, and his chest was fluctuating with the breath. He turned the cap of the mineral water bottle, raised his head and poured it down, and the veins at his neck were undulating.

"You've trained?"

Duan Zhuo finished drinking the water from the bottle, hooked his tongue out, licked off the water stains on his thin lips, and then glanced at her, with a slight breath remaining in his low voice: "Are you inspired?"

"Um."

"I'll take a look."

"Ah...you want to see?"

He raised his eyebrows lazily, "You draw me, can't I see it?"

...This is indeed reasonable.

Zhimian brewed and handed him the painting, "This is just a rough draft that is not very good."

Duan Zhuo looked at the painting and pulled up the corner of his lips, "It made me look pretty."

Why is this person still so narcissistic?

Although she was indeed more meticulous when she portrayed the characters, not intentionally, but naturally. When she was secretly in love with him in high school, she often painted him on the notebook.

She took the drawing board back, "That's because I painted it well, and it's artistic processing."

The corners of his lips curled up for a moment, following her words: "Well, you've drawn it well."

Zhimian was slightly stunned, feeling that he seemed to know her paintings very well, "You have never seen my paintings."
To be continued...