He Taught Me How to Draw Eyes

Li Xun taught Lu Youyi how to draw eyes. He said that the edge of the pupil should be soft, the highlight point should be in the upper left corner, and the line on the lower eyelid should be light. Later, on the day of class placement, Li Xun drew a crooked image of Lu Youyi on the back of her school uniform. He said he had practiced all night. Lu Youyi drew him on his white T-shirt, and his hands were shaking unbelievably. He looked down, smiled and said it was okay, and he would teach her slowly in the future. Later, he went to the art class, and Lu Youyi went to the liberal arts class. When they met in the corridor, Li Xun stretched out his hand to rub her hair: "Lu Youyi, how much do you owe for the manuscript?" That was the last time he smiled at her. Later he sent a message: I want to say goodbye to the past. The profile picture is grayed out and the number is empty. Seven years later, the editorial board said it was time for the two authors, who had never shown up, to meet. Lu Youyi opened the door of the private room, and Li Xun was sitting by the window, his hand on the rim of the cup, his clear eyebrows slightly raised, expressionless, as if he was looking at a stranger. The editor was about to make an introduction. Lu Youyi pinched the strap of her handbag, her knuckles turned white, and said with a smile: "No need to introduce, we know each other, he taught me how to draw eyes." ——Because the way he looked at me was exactly the same as when he taught me how to draw eyes. Purpose: The best reunion is when both parties become better people