"The person in the painting is quite similar to you, do you know this person?" The man didn't know when he approached his side, and looked up at the painting with Xia He.

After he reminded her like this, she found that the girl in the painting was really similar to the current Xia He, especially the eyebrows and eyes, which were almost eight or nine points alike, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were lowered to look at the person looking at the painting.

Xia He shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Just a dead man, and she didn't want to add another gossip to that name. I don't know why, I don't have much feeling for those three words now, for her, it's just a name, and if it's written on paper, it's just three words.

She doesn't hate the Li character on that name, the blood flowing in that body, and the inextricable connection with that family, but it doesn't matter now, her name is Xia He.

She escaped from the disgusting intrigue and hypocrisy, from the indifference that the smile created the atmosphere, from the thing called the house decorated with thousands of luxurious ornaments.

The boy pushed open the door, the wooden door creaked, and the sunlight passed through the classroom and hit the corridor, illuminating Xia He couldn't open his eyes. Like a ghost, she couldn't see the light, and quickly blocked her eyes with her hands.

A mixed smell of paint rushed into Xia He's nasal cavity, a little uncomfortable, but it couldn't be said to be disgust.

"This Miss Xia He, please here!" The boy leaned against the door, put one hand on his chest, and made a gesture of invitation with the other, although his body was a mess, but he was like a successful man in a formal suit, as if there was a high-class dance party in front of him, and he invited Xia He to participate like a gentleman.

"I think a meal is easier to extinguish a fire in my heart than a painting. Xia He looked at the messy classroom, the easels inside were randomly placed, the drafts, brushes, models, leftover breakfasts, etc. on the ground were all piled up around the easel, and there was a bucket of muddy water in the corner that I don't know what color it was, and there was a pen in the bucket.

"You come in first!" The boy cleared out a chair and pushed it in front of Xia He, looking at Xia He, Xia He kept watching if he didn't sit. Let's read the book

"I can't draw, and you don't want me to be your model. Xia He sat down helplessly, but he didn't know where to put his feet.

There are some paint brushes all around, and the paint of the art students is all gold, although they don't care about throwing it on the ground, but for a painting scumbag and foodie, these paints can be exchanged for four or five hot pot meals.

"Don't worry, you don't need to paint, and you don't need to be a model. The boy rummaged through the classroom, then took a set of painting tools and some paints and walked in front of Xia He.

He was able to find such a clean painting tool in this garbage dump-like place, Xia He admired him. The most important thing is that he can walk freely in this garbage heap, and he is not at all worried about stepping on those painting materials that are as expensive as gold.

Xia He looked at the thing in his hand, then looked at his eyes, his eyebrows raised, the meaning was obvious, what are you going to do?

The boy picked up the paintbrush and gestured: "Take off your coat." ”

"......" Xia He continued to look at him, and after repeatedly getting confirmation through his eyes, the whole person leaned back in the chair.

"In the summer, who wears a coat, please be straightforward, and directly say that you won't die if you take off your clothes!"

Xia He's words caught the other party off guard, and his hand holding the paint shook and almost spilled the paint, but fortunately he stabilized it, if his hand slipped again, it would be very troublesome to clean up.

"Uh......" The boy pondered the words repeatedly, and finally found that it seemed that as Xia He said, there was no more suitable way to say.