He is the noisy summer solstice, putting all the enthusiasm in the day.
He is the silent winter solstice, soaking all the tenderness in the long night.
Jian Su's world is very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of the pen tip scratching the page is left.
Until Song Censhu broke in, wearing paint and sunshine, chattering, and disturbed his silence.
"Don't talk to me," he said, frowning.
"Okay." The beauty responded with a smile, and came closer the next second, "If I don't tell you, can I paint your portrait?"
Later Jian Su realized that some sounds were not noise.
It was someone who, with a heart full of enthusiasm, led him out of his own little world little by little. ——It turns out that the next sentence of "Don't talk to me" is "Can you just talk to me?" OK. "
Intention: Being yourself is the most perfect choice