Lin Anran started drawing illustrations before graduation. After coming out of school, he set up a place in the corner of the living room at home to put his workbench, his computer, tablet, and other painting tools.
He has relatively free working hours every day, and it is enough to submit the manuscripts on time.
Lin Anran is currently drawing a page of children's puzzles with the theme of ecological protection. The morning should have been his drawing time. He sat at the workbench and thought about it. Instead of turning on the computer, he pulled out a piece of white sketch paper.
Lin Anran found the photo of Shang Hao's speech on the tablet, looked for an angle in front of the white paper, and put both hands together.
This morning, a new media released a report on the new energy conference that day. Lin Anran arrived the first time and received Shang Hao's new material x1.
What he is going to draw now is this new picture.
Shang Hao on the screen is giving a speech. The neat and tidy suit made his figure more elongated, making him look straight and majestic.
The merchants behind Shang Hao are very impressive. For several generations, they are well-known big family consortiums, and they are truly orthodox wealthy families in China. Times are changing, but the huge ship of the merchant seems to be able to go smoothly and stand forever in the face of the ups and downs of the huge waves of each era.
This is the next leader trained by the Shang consortium.
Lin Anran retracted his thoughts. He checked the proportions visually and began to write.
A rough outline of a human figure was first traced on the white paper, and it was gradually refined following the stroke of his brush. The stroke of the pen brushed the tip of the man's hair and then the corner of his eye, and a Shang Hao who was giving a speech slowly appeared on the white paper.
Lin Anran zoomed in on the photos from time to time to restore his cold expression when speaking to the media. Shang Hao's eyes are dark and deep, and when he looks at people, he always feels like being overlooked.
Lin Anran was already quiet, and more tolerant of temper than others, so she never stood up during this sitting.
He painted meticulously. Except that the color is black and white, Shang Hao, who is outlined by the lines in front of him, is almost like a real person standing in front of him.
After sketching the last stroke, Lin Anran retracted his arm. He slowly exhaled from the depths of his body, staring at the finished product in front of him, a portrait of Shang Hao.
He moved his fingers and picked up the pen quietly again.
This time it was much simpler and neater. When I was painting Shanghao, my hair was as fine as possible. When I painted the second person, Lin Anran finished it in a few seconds.
Lin Anran went down a few strokes, and on the shoulder of Shang Hao who was speaking, there was a dementia villain with a round head.
Why is this villain dementia, because it has a rounded brain, only a pair of confused eyes, and no mouth.
The round-headed villain wanted to sit on top of Shang Hao's head. But Lin Anran was not courageous enough, and after thinking about it, let it go.
Lin Anran glanced at the overall picture for the last time. He moved his pen and habitually signed the date and the name of the work in the lower right corner of the paper.
Work: "Hao Hao He Ran Ran"
Finally, I will look at my paintings again. A three-headed stick figure demented villain sits on the shoulders of the tall Shang Hao, looking up at him.
The demented villain has no mouth, can't speak... and is demented.
This round-headed villain is just that.
He is a dull and dull person.
Lin Anran put down the pen. No more changes. He focused on the finished painting before his eyes.
From realism to cartoons, the completely different styles of painting make the picture look a little bit violent, as if two people are not in the same world at all.
But she sat on Shang Hao's shoulders dementedly, as if sitting on a huge and secure planet. It silently looked up at him.
He turned his head again and looked quietly at the video that had been looping.
Lin Anran reached out to the screen and gently touched Shang Hao's side face inside the screen with a finger.
...
At night, Lin Anran was lying on the sofa alone, playing with her tablet intently.
Recently, the favorite webpages have increased, and the list has piled up a bit messy. Lin Anran bookmarked the editors one by one, and arranged them according to date and event.
This one is from the profile page of Shang Hao's character. This one is an interview with Shang Hao's character last month. This is an analysis of Shang Hao's investment trends in the past year by the Financial Times...
In the quiet living room, remembering Ding Dong's doorbell, Lin Anran on the sofa raised her ears reflexively, and put down the tablet in her hand.
"Xiao Ran." Surprisingly, his aunt's voice came through a door: "It's me, aunt."
Hearing this sound, Lin Anran was taken aback and stepped on slippers to open the door.
Didn't the aunt just come here yesterday? It's eight o'clock now, and tomorrow is still a working day, so my aunt has to get up early to go to work. How come he came here specially at this time. Isn't it what happened?
"Aunt?"
Lin Anran opened the door and saw Lin Huiyan standing outside the door with a smile, not as if something was going on.
She immediately raised the things in both hands to Lin Anran, "Look, what good things did I bring you?"
Lin Anran was stunned by her surprise tone: "... Soup?"
"Correct."
He took things quickly, and let his aunt enter the door sideways. Following Lin Huiyan, Lin Anran couldn't help but ask: "Did you drink it yesterday?"
"Hey, what do you know, how can this be the same? Last time the one was stewed with five-finger hair peaches, which invigorated the spleen and lungs. Today, this one contains Cordyceps flowers and southern and northern apricots to warm the body and nourish the stomach."
Lin Anran was dumb. He really didn't understand these things very much, so he honestly put the bag full of things on the table.
Lin Huiyan took off her coat and said with a smile: "More than that, let me tell you, today it was not a friend who brought a lot of crabs of that kind to your uncle, one of which was full of cream and yellow. I was thinking about this thing. You must like it. I will bring it to you as soon as it is fresh-it's already steamed and bring it here, here."
Putting things on the dining table, Lin Huiyan opened the bag and pointed it out to him in the same way.
"It just so happened that I made braised beef today, so I brought it together. This can be stored in the refrigerator for longer. You don't have a good meal by yourself, right? Don't shake your head."
No wonder today's bag is so heavy. Surrounded by her aunt's kindness, Lin Anran quickly thanked her aunt, and then rubbed her hair.
Lin Huiyan had already sat down at the dining table. At this moment, she seemed to think of something. She stood up again and said to Lin Anran: "Look at me, you have forgotten that you are not living alone now," she looked around: "Did I disturb your friend?"
"No interruption. He hasn't come back yet." Lin Anran said.
"Oh..." Lin Huiyan retracted her gaze and sat down again: "That's good."
She opened the lid of the lunch box she brought, and asked Lin An to sit down: "Quickly, I came all the way from home, and it was still hot before it was out of the pot. The bag in it was crab vinegar. Xiao Ran helped aunt try one first. See if you like it or not."
Aunt wanted to watch him eat, so Lin Anran had to sit down and opened the lid of the lunch box.
The lid was lifted and it was still steaming, and the bright red hairy crabs were packed in the box, exuding the fragrant seafood smell.
"Aunt, you eat."
"Don't, I have eaten enough for dinner, I have eaten it all, these are all yours." Lin Huiyan waved her hand again and again.
Lin Anran was very obedient and took a crab and gnawed silently. Lin Huiyan asked him how it tasted, and she saw Xiao Ran nodded vigorously as expected.
Lin Huiyan smiled as he watched him eating, and suddenly asked casually, "What does your friend do for work? I haven't come back so late."
"He, work overtime." Lin Anran explained.
Lin Huiyan nodded, and instructed him: "Eat more, there is still a lot. I even brought your friend's share."
Lin Huiyan wanted to clean up after eating, but was stopped by Lin Anran. By the way, he also washed the thermos pot brought by his aunt, so that she could take it back with the one from yesterday.
Lin Huiyan loves stewing soup so much, it wouldn't work without these heat preservation pots.
There was a splash of water in the kitchen. Lin Huiyan looked away from Lin Anran's back. She stood up, pacing slowly and casually in the living room alone, looking around.
In addition to the room Lin Anran is currently living in, the house has one guest room. At this time, Lin Huiyan had already walked to the door of the guest room.
She gritted her teeth, said guiltily sorry, put her hand lightly, and silently unscrewed the doorknob.
She still had a trace of luck in her heart. However, the room was empty after opening the door. Several furnishings are simpler than a hotel room, and they were left vacant for a long time, and there is no trace of anyone living in them.
The answer in her heart was verified in an instant.
Sure enough, Xiao Ran did not live with anyone.
There are no so-called friends, no second person. She closed the door lightly and walked out silently, feeling a soreness in her heart again.
Xiao Ran, just like when he was a child, made friends with people in his fantasy.
After Lin Anran came out of the kitchen, she quietly took over the washed thermos and asked Lin Anran to go to bed early.
Lin Anran agreed.
After that, Lin Huiyan didn't say anything in front of Xiao Ran until she was about to leave. Originally, she deliberately picked this point in time, just for today's matter.
She has to find a time to have a good talk with Doctor Zhou. She is very worried about Xiao Ran.
Lin Anran at the back watched Lin Huiyan into the elevator as usual.
After closing the door, he returned to the sofa and picked up the tablet again. He wanted to concentrate on getting the job done, but people sat on the sofa in a daze.
He doesn't know how to communicate with people, but he is not a child, and he can understand some things without saying clearly.
Lin Anran knew that she was strange.
Having been shrunk in his own volute for a long time, he didn't understand what was going on. Since when, what he had done seemed so out of place among other people.
Of course he didn't understand. If he did, he wouldn't be regarded as a freak by others.
He has always been a weird person in the eyes of outsiders, and he has given up struggling with this.
It's embarrassing to say, living in a house with only one person, and saying that there are two people. If there is any reasonable explanation, he can make it clear to everyone.
but. And he didn't know how to speak.
Of course I don't know. Ran Ran is just a demented villain with no mouth.
It's not that I don't want to be a freak. He has accepted the facts and admitted that he is the weird one in the crowd.
But Shang Hao is not. He is different.
When Lin Anran thought of this, he bit his lip hard. Even the aunt who was closest to him would not believe him.
He couldn't tell. Just, they can't understand, even if he is a freak, Shang Hao is different.
Lin Anran got up and walked to the place where he painted. When I walked to the morning, I picked up the newly drawn character sketch and looked at it again.
Every strand of Shang Hao's hair on the paper is from his own pen. Shang Hao in the painting is in the middle of a speech. The man is steady and serious, looking forward, and completely ignorant of the fact that a demented villain with a chubby head is sitting on his shoulder.
Lin Anran didn't know what he was thinking. He stared at the painting for a while, the mood in his eyes slowly changed.
His expression slowly became firm, and he picked up the rubber on the side, and simply wiped off the little man with two legs dangling from Shang Hao's shoulder.
He sat down at the table and touched the paintbrush with one hand.
There is an idiom called self-deception. So, can people deceive themselves?
Lin Anran first repaired the erased spot, moved the tip of the pen to the top of Shang Hao's hair, brushed a few strokes, and drew another demented villain.
The round-headed villain has changed from sitting to standing, and the confused and innocent peasy eyes have also become resolute and brave line eyes, with a cloak on his back and no wind. The villain did not have a mouth, but his firm eyes seemed to shout loudly, rushing.
Just now, Lin Anran made a decision.
Since the explanation is useless, it is better to follow the normal rules that they can accept.
Lin Anran started drawing illustrations before graduation. After coming out of school, he set up a place in the corner of the living room at home to put his workbench, his computer, tablet, and other painting tools.
He has relatively free working hours every day, and it is enough to submit the manuscripts on time.
Lin Anran is currently drawing a page of children's puzzles with the theme of ecological protection. The morning should have been his drawing time. He sat at the workbench and thought about it. Instead of turning on the computer, he pulled out a piece of white sketch paper.
Lin Anran found the photo of Shang Hao's speech on the tablet, looked for an angle in front of the white paper, and put both hands together.
This morning, a new media released a report on the new energy conference that day. Lin Anran arrived the first time and received Shang Hao's new material x1.
What he is going to draw now is this new picture.
Shang Hao on the screen is giving a speech. The neat and tidy suit made his figure more elongated, making him look straight and majestic.
The merchants behind Shang Hao are very impressive. For several generations, they are well-known big family consortiums, and they are truly orthodox wealthy families in China. Times are changing, but the huge ship of the merchant seems to be able to go smoothly and stand forever in the face of the ups and downs of the huge waves of each era.
This is the next leader trained by the Shang consortium.
Lin Anran retracted his thoughts. He checked the proportions visually and began to write.
A rough outline of a human figure was first traced on the white paper, and it was gradually refined following the stroke of his brush. The stroke of the pen brushed the tip of the man's hair and then the corner of his eye, and a Shang Hao who was giving a speech slowly appeared on the white paper.
Lin Anran zoomed in on the photos from time to time to restore his cold expression when speaking to the media. Shang Hao's eyes are dark and deep, and when he looks at people, he always feels like being overlooked.
Lin Anran was already quiet, and more tolerant of temper than others, so she never stood up during this sitting.
He painted meticulously. Except that the color is black and white, Shang Hao, who is outlined by the lines in front of him, is almost like a real person standing in front of him.
After sketching the last stroke, Lin Anran retracted his arm. He slowly exhaled from the depths of his body, staring at the finished product in front of him, a portrait of Shang Hao.
He moved his fingers and picked up the pen quietly again.
This time it was much simpler and neater. When I was painting Shanghao, my hair was as fine as possible. When I painted the second person, Lin Anran finished it in a few seconds.
Lin Anran went down a few strokes, and on the shoulder of Shang Hao who was speaking, there was a dementia villain with a round head.
Why is this villain dementia, because it has a rounded brain, only a pair of confused eyes, and no mouth.
The round-headed villain wanted to sit on top of Shang Hao's head. But Lin Anran was not courageous enough, and after thinking about it, let it go.
Lin Anran glanced at the overall picture for the last time. He moved his pen and habitually signed the date and the name of the work in the lower right corner of the paper.
Work: "Hao Hao He Ran Ran"
Finally, I will look at my paintings again. A three-headed stick figure demented villain sits on the shoulders of the tall Shang Hao, looking up at him.
The demented villain has no mouth, can't speak... and is demented.
This round-headed villain is just that.
He is a dull and dull person.
Lin Anran put down the pen. No more changes. He focused on the finished painting before his eyes.
From realism to cartoons, the completely different styles of painting make the picture look a little bit violent, as if two people are not in the same world at all.
But she sat on Shang Hao's shoulders dementedly, as if sitting on a huge and secure planet. It silently looked up at him.
He turned his head again and looked quietly at the video that had been looping.
Lin Anran reached out to the screen and gently touched Shang Hao's side face inside the screen with a finger.
...
At night, Lin Anran was lying on the sofa alone, playing with her tablet intently.
Recently, the favorite webpages have increased, and the list has piled up a bit messy. Lin Anran bookmarked the editors one by one, and arranged them according to date and event.
This one is from the profile page of Shang Hao's character. This one is an interview with Shang Hao's character last month. This is an analysis of Shang Hao's investment trends in the past year by the Financial Times...
In the quiet living room, remembering Ding Dong's doorbell, Lin Anran on the sofa raised her ears reflexively, and put down the tablet in her hand.
"Xiao Ran." Surprisingly, his aunt's voice came through a door: "It's me, aunt."
Hearing this sound, Lin Anran was taken aback and stepped on slippers to open the door.
Didn't the aunt just come here yesterday? It's eight o'clock now, and tomorrow is still a working day, so my aunt has to get up early to go to work. How come he came here specially at this time. Isn't it what happened?
"Aunt?"
Lin Anran opened the door and saw Lin Huiyan standing outside the door with a smile, not as if something was going on.
She immediately raised the things in both hands to Lin Anran, "Look, what good things did I bring you?"
Lin Anran was stunned by her surprise tone: "... Soup?"
"Correct."
He took things quickly, and let his aunt enter the door sideways. Following Lin Huiyan, Lin Anran couldn't help but ask: "Did you drink it yesterday?"
"Hey, what do you know, how can this be the same? Last time the one was stewed with five-finger hair peaches, which invigorated the spleen and lungs. Today, this one contains Cordyceps flowers and southern and northern apricots to warm the body and nourish the stomach."
Lin Anran was dumb. He really didn't understand these things very much, so he honestly put the bag full of things on the table.
Lin Huiyan took off her coat and said with a smile: "More than that, let me tell you, today it was not a friend who brought a lot of crabs of that kind to your uncle, one of which was full of cream and yellow. I was thinking about this thing. You must like it. I will bring it to you as soon as it is fresh-it's already steamed and bring it here, here."
Putting things on the dining table, Lin Huiyan opened the bag and pointed it out to him in the same way.
"It just so happened that I made braised beef today, so I brought it together. This can be stored in the refrigerator for longer. You don't have a good meal by yourself, right? Don't shake your head."
No wonder today's bag is so heavy. Surrounded by her aunt's kindness, Lin Anran quickly thanked her aunt, and then rubbed her hair.
Lin Huiyan had already sat down at the dining table. At this moment, she seemed to think of something. She stood up again and said to Lin Anran: "Look at me, you have forgotten that you are not living alone now," she looked around: "Did I disturb your friend?"
"No interruption. He hasn't come back yet." Lin Anran said.
"Oh..." Lin Huiyan retracted her gaze and sat down again: "That's good."
She opened the lid of the lunch box she brought, and asked Lin An to sit down: "Quickly, I came all the way from home, and it was still hot before it was out of the pot. The bag in it was crab vinegar. Xiao Ran helped aunt try one first. See if you like it or not."
Aunt wanted to watch him eat, so Lin Anran had to sit down and opened the lid of the lunch box.
The lid was lifted and it was still steaming, and the bright red hairy crabs were packed in the box, exuding the fragrant seafood smell.
"Aunt, you eat."
"Don't, I have eaten enough for dinner, I have eaten it all, these are all yours." Lin Huiyan waved her hand again and again.
Lin Anran was very obedient and took a crab and gnawed silently. Lin Huiyan asked him how it tasted, and she saw Xiao Ran nodded vigorously as expected.
Lin Huiyan smiled as he watched him eating, and suddenly asked casually, "What does your friend do for work? I haven't come back so late."
"He, work overtime." Lin Anran explained.
Lin Huiyan nodded, and instructed him: "Eat more, there is still a lot. I even brought your friend's share."
Lin Huiyan wanted to clean up after eating, but was stopped by Lin Anran. By the way, he also washed the thermos pot brought by his aunt, so that she could take it back with the one from yesterday.
Lin Huiyan loves stewing soup so much, it wouldn't work without these heat preservation pots.
There was a splash of water in the kitchen. Lin Huiyan looked away from Lin Anran's back. She stood up, pacing slowly and casually in the living room alone, looking around.
In addition to the room Lin Anran is currently living in, the house has one guest room. At this time, Lin Huiyan had already walked to the door of the guest room.
She gritted her teeth, said guiltily sorry, put her hand lightly, and silently unscrewed the doorknob.
She still had a trace of luck in her heart. However, the room was empty after opening the door. Several furnishings are simpler than a hotel room, and they were left vacant for a long time, and there is no trace of anyone living in them.
The answer in her heart was verified in an instant.
Sure enough, Xiao Ran did not live with anyone.
There are no so-called friends, no second person. She closed the door lightly and walked out silently, feeling a soreness in her heart again.
Xiao Ran, just like when he was a child, made friends with people in his fantasy.
After Lin Anran came out of the kitchen, she quietly took over the washed thermos and asked Lin Anran to go to bed early.
Lin Anran agreed.
After that, Lin Huiyan didn't say anything in front of Xiao Ran until she was about to leave. Originally, she deliberately picked this point in time, just for today's matter.
She has to find a time to have a good talk with Doctor Zhou. She is very worried about Xiao Ran.
Lin Anran at the back watched Lin Huiyan into the elevator as usual.
After closing the door, he returned to the sofa and picked up the tablet again. He wanted to concentrate on getting the job done, but people sat on the sofa in a daze.
He doesn't know how to communicate with people, but he is not a child, and he can understand some things without saying clearly.
Lin Anran knew that she was strange.
Having been shrunk in his own volute for a long time, he didn't understand what was going on. Since when, what he had done seemed so out of place among other people.
Of course he didn't understand. If he did, he wouldn't be regarded as a freak by others.
He has always been a weird person in the eyes of outsiders, and he has given up struggling with this.
It's embarrassing to say, living in a house with only one person, and saying that there are two people. If there is any reasonable explanation, he can make it clear to everyone.
but. And he didn't know how to speak.
Of course I don't know. Ran Ran is just a demented villain with no mouth.
It's not that I don't want to be a freak. He has accepted the facts and admitted that he is the weird one in the crowd.
But Shang Hao is not. He is different.
When Lin Anran thought of this, he bit his lip hard. Even the aunt who was closest to him would not believe him.
He couldn't tell. Just, they can't understand, even if he is a freak, Shang Hao is different.
Lin Anran got up and walked to the place where he painted. When I walked to the morning, I picked up the newly drawn character sketch and looked at it again.
Every strand of Shang Hao's hair on the paper is from his own pen. Shang Hao in the painting is in the middle of a speech. The man is steady and serious, looking forward, and completely ignorant of the fact that a demented villain with a chubby head is sitting on his shoulder.
Lin Anran didn't know what he was thinking. He stared at the painting for a while, the mood in his eyes slowly changed.
His expression slowly became firm, and he picked up the rubber on the side, and simply wiped off the little man with two legs dangling from Shang Hao's shoulder.
He sat down at the table and touched the paintbrush with one hand.
There is an idiom called self-deception. So, can people deceive themselves?
Lin Anran first repaired the erased spot, moved the tip of the pen to the top of Shang Hao's hair, brushed a few strokes, and drew another demented villain.
The round-headed villain has changed from sitting to standing, and the confused and innocent peasy eyes have also become resolute and brave line eyes, with a cloak on his back and no wind. The villain did not have a mouth, but his firm eyes seemed to shout loudly, rushing.
Just now, Lin Anran made a decision.
Since the explanation is useless, it is better to follow the normal rules that they can accept.
