In the studio, there are white walls and gray floors, with easels of different heights, lengths and widths, and a green vine extending in from the window, adding a trace of warmth to the studio.

Looking along the green vine, you can see many students drawing in the studio, holding pencils in their hands, carefully sketching portraits on the paper on the drawing board.

The model sitting in the booth of the studio was a man, he was ** posing for everyone to see, everyone observed the position, and sketched on the paper.

"Who is that model?" Yu Ruo pursed her lips, and when she came to the studio, she happened to see the naked body of the male model, with a trace of embarrassment and curiosity, and a touch of blush gradually climbed up her face, like a red cloud or morning glow, which set off her posture and seductive, adding a layer of playful color.

Yu Ruo quickly turned his gaze away, looking at all corners of the studio, there were quite a few female students, unlike Yu Ruo, they were not shy at all, and their eyes were open and natural looking at the nude paintings.

The teacher in the class walked from the porch to the room, and when he saw Yuruo, he was surprised and curious.

"Isn't this the painter Miss Zhang Yuruo?" The teacher squinted his eyes and glanced at Yuruo, as if he was looking at something vague, and only now did he see it clearly.

This beauty is also impatient, her lips are red and her teeth are white and beautiful, no wonder there are rumors that a president likes her.

What about liking her?

The teacher suddenly started a challenging posture, with his hands crossed, "I heard that Yu Ruo's painting is a first-class and excellent product, so it is better to let Yu Ruo demonstrate how to draw a sketch and see her pen power." ”

When the students around heard this, they all coaxed, "Okay, okay, let her draw one." ”

After listening to the teacher's advice, the students couldn't help but be curious about the beauty of the other, and they unfolded their pens and papers, wanting Yu Ruo to draw a stroke on them.

Where can Yu Ruo endure such an exaggeration, and suddenly say something good on a whim.

"I'll draw a sketch of the human body for you later. The male model's posture has been a feast for the eyes, and this time the beauty came to join in the fun, which added to the endless aftertaste of spring on the scene.

A female student with a nickname of Ayadh, seeing that Yuruo was surrounded by a large group of people, she couldn't see it if she wanted to, so she jumped out of her seat and ran to Yuruo.

"Teacher, teacher, I'll take a look too. She had a large handful of pencils and an eraser in her hand, and her voice was very clear and eye-catching.

Even Yu Ruo, who was about to demonstrate painting, couldn't help but glance at her.

She was about fifteen years old, dressed as a student, with crystal clear eyes, delicate lips, and a thin and thin figure, but she was tall and straight, like a bean sprout, and it was easy for people to feel pity.

Even Yuruo couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Yu Ruo's focused eyes fell on the schoolgirl's fingers, one of her fingers had a thin layer of cocoons on her fingertips.

What a hard worker.

The girl's peculiarity attracted Yuruo, but she remained silent, turned her head, stretched out the drawing paper that had been laid out for her, and began to trace lightly on the paper.

With light brushstrokes and thin pencil lines, a man's strong body is traced with one stroke.

The man's face is delicate, and his body is majestic. Beautiful men always attract the favored eyes of many beautiful women, so there are so many female students painting male nudes at this moment.

Yu Ruo pursed her lips and smiled meaningfully, and the male nude on the drawing paper began to show the outline, getting closer and closer to perfection, and after about thirty minutes, the body of a majestic man jumped on the paper, so vivid that it could capture the hearts of every student present.

Aya looked at this picture stupidly, and the painting was so beautiful.

"Teacher, have you ever studied painting with a teacher, I think the painting style looks like a teacher I know. ”

Yu Ruo's heart moved slightly, and the brush unconsciously deviated from its position.

What was this student talking about? Why didn't she understand.

Yu Ruo was a little annoyed and came to this place to demonstrate painting on the spot.

Aya seemed to see the teacher's emotion, thinking that she had moved the other party, and then continued to nag despite the sideways gazes around her.

"Teacher, your brushstrokes and painting style are really similar to him, not ordinary. He's also young, about your age. Teacher, did you really learn to draw from him?"

This stupid girl, there are so many people around, what is she always talking about?

Yuruo was slightly angry, her brows furrowed, and she wanted to be angry with her and interrupt her verbosity, "Don't talk, let's watch the teacher draw seriously." It is rude to interrupt someone to paint. ”

The teacher, who has always pretended to be deep and high, also has a stern gaze to reprimand the unruly students in the studio.

Aya lowered her head slightly, as if she had been greatly humiliated, and she walked to the back door of the studio without saying a word.

Yu Ruo is still giving a demonstration to the students, and the nude of the male model is becoming more and more clear under Yu Ruo's pen.

After Aya left, Yuruo drew on the drawing paper for about ten minutes.

But these ten minutes of time are as long as a century in Yu Ruo's heart.

She didn't want Aya to go.

is a female student in the flower season, her nerves are fragile and sensitive, and she can't listen to a few words of criticism.

Aya was insinuated by Yuruo for two or three sentences, and the teacher didn't look good at her.

It was normal for her to leave the studio in a fit of anger.

But of course, Aya didn't expect Yuruo to care so much about her departure.

The man's nude painting is about one-third complete, and the suspense has been fermenting in her mind, and she can't stand the worry in her heart, and after a few strokes, she suddenly said a sentence that doesn't look for margins, "Everyone, I'll draw here, take a break, students can look at what they have drawn in their hands, and then look at mine, see what are the shortcomings, and you can compare and modify your own picture." ”

"Teacher, I think you're so beautiful. Which school did you graduate from? ”

Some students said, "Teacher, you can also come to the studio as a teacher and teach us how to draw." ”

The studio teacher also admired Yu Ruo's paintings, "Heroes don't ask where they come from, Yu Ruo is a painter who grew up in the folk and is self-taught." ”

"Wow, self-taught. The students all showed surprised eyes, it turned out that if the beauty of the teacher did not live up to her talent, she could do it as she was.

"Okay, the teacher has something, you buy it, and draw it slowly. Teacher Wu Ying, I have something to do now, so I'll leave for a while. ”

After Yuruo finished speaking to the students, he began to talk to the teacher again.

She was afraid that if she continued to paint, the schoolgirl who had guessed all kinds of things about her drawings would go further and further until she could no longer see.

Does she know anything?

Teacher Wu Ying nodded, "Okay, if you have something, you can do your business."

Our students love your paintings, so you should come often. ”

After speaking, he began to reassure the students again, "This lesson, continue sketching." ”

Yu Ruo took this opportunity and walked away.

She walked quickly, and from the corner of the studio, she was anxiously looking for the figure of the schoolgirl.

The studio is located on the third floor of the building, with a coffee shop on the lower floor, a convenience store and a cake shop on the lower floor.

Looking out from the glass curtain of the building, there is a bustling street, and many citizens are walking around the street, walking in a hurry and in a hurry.

From time to time, there will be bursts of piano music in the coffee shop, which is light and bright, and touching.

Even Yuruo couldn't help but slow down, for the charming and beautiful sound of the piano.

As she searched in the coffee shop, she saw a familiar figure on the railing.

Aya's foot in a floral sandal was stuck in the gap in the fence, swaying leisurely.

Her head was tilted against the steel railing, as if listening carefully to the music of the coffee shop, but with a hint of nonchalance.

It can be seen from the face disc she turned sideways that this student was a little stimulated just now, and now she can't think about it, the tightly locked eyebrows, and the sad face betray the mood at this moment.

Yuruo stopped and observed her carefully, and the words she said in the studio came back to her mind countless times.

Teacher, your painting is very similar to that of a painter I know.

Who is that painter?

This is the answer that Yuruo desperately wants to know.

But what if she just said it casually.

Yuruo decided to approach the schoolgirl slowly.

"Hello, classmate, may I ask, why don't you go to the studio and paint well?"

The moment she spoke, Yuruo couldn't help but look down at her toes.

She also wore a pair of floral sandals, which were dark, with a faint pattern printed on brown cowhide, and these leather shoes were bought in a leather shoe brand store in order to improve her old and conservative image after Yuruo met Li Shengjie.

It cost her a lot of money, and she thought that wearing expensive shoes would make her image more noble.

But when she saw the sandals on the schoolgirl's feet, she suddenly sighed to herself.

Aya's sandals are very simple, they look like they are just a stall, and they can be bought for a few dozen yuan.

But the cheap price does not mean that the taste is average, and this pair of sandals is so unique on Aya's feet.

Even the bow on the sandals is so light and moving.

As for her dress, although she is decent with a student smell, the white shirt on top and the dark blue skirt below still outline her pure charm.

She may only be fifteen years old, and the flower girl will always make people think a lot, and Yuruo will think of her green years.

As a teenager, she did have a period of studying painting.

After so many years, she still hasn't forgotten.

The female student didn't hear Yuruo's words, but still did the same, leaning sideways, silently listening to the music in the coffee shop.

Yuruo exhaled silently and reiterated again, "Classmate, why don't you go to the studio to paint?"

For fear that she wouldn't hear it, Yuruo's voice was a few decibels higher, and even the waiter in the coffee shop inadvertently looked up at the speaker, and when he saw that there was nothing, he shook his head and did something else.

The tone seemed to be a reprimand for his own students.

Aya finally heard it this time, and this familiar and unfamiliar voice made her feel unpleasant in her heart.

Suddenly turned around and saw Yu Ruo's slightly angry face.