Dust, it's been a long time since we've walked like this. ”

On the shore of Yuxian Lake of Nanxiang University of Technology, Zhou Zixuan and Meng Chenxi walked hand in hand by the river.

The only proof is that the vegetation is thicker.

"yes, I haven't painted for a long time, and I've been thinking about the question of whether I'd still have had it if I hadn't painted at that time, if I hadn't been there at that time. Meng Chenxi turned his head to look at Zhou Zixuan, the young man under the sun was more mature than when he first saw him.

"There's no if, isn't it, Senpai. Zhou Zixuan took Meng Chenxi's hand and kissed it lightly on the side of his mouth.

Life without ifs is like life can't be repeated.

"Look at them so romantic!" the passing students had to take a few glances at both of them.

The university is young and clean, there are not so many complicated thoughts, and no matter how intriguing students from different departments and majors are, it is just a small fight.

The two of them walked along the river, looking at the paintings, and suddenly Zhou Zixuan smiled and pointed to a person's paintings and said, "Look at her paintings and have three points of charm." ”

Meng Chenxi saw that it was true that that person was as much in pursuit of the craft of painting as she had been, and wanted to make the most of what she had learned in various skills, missing some of the original natural beauty.

"Didn't you say that my paintings were worthless?" Meng Chenxi pursed his lips.

Zhou Zixuan touched his nose embarrassedly, "At that time, I was a school flower and a goddess, and I was just a poor boy who wanted to eat swan meat, didn't I find a reason to talk to and attract attention." ”

"Really?" Meng Chenxi didn't believe it, there were many people talking to her, did she have bad intentions, could she not know?

"Fake, I just thought it was fun, look at the ugly look. But it's true that the swan meat was eaten. Zhou Zixuan smiled and said what was in his heart.

Meng Chenxi's pink fist smacked him a few times.

The whispering of the two of them did not affect the woman who was painting, but some of the boys came over.

"Well, our goddess is painting, could you please be quiet. A man with glasses said to Zhou Zixuan and the others.

Meng Chenxi was wearing a peaked cap and square-framed glasses this time, she is now as famous in Xiangnan as those first-line stars, if she is recognized, then she will not be able to enjoy a quiet and beautiful afternoon with Zhou Zixuan.

Seeing this flower messenger, Meng Chenxi didn't answer but smiled, she couldn't see the girl's face clearly, but when she was painting, there were also many people who volunteered to act as her flower messenger.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Zhou Zixuan said embarrassedly.

turned around and walked a few steps, and was just about to pull Meng Chenxi away, when he saw a person coming.

"Are you from this school too?" said a girl with glasses.

"Well, we're all graduates of this school, now go back to the school. Meng Chenxi said politely.

"That is, our University of Technology is now a first-class school, and now it ranks first on the list

The big entrepreneur came out of our school. A few passing boys proudly said that they were all proud of their school.

Seeing that they are proud, Zhou Zixuan is even more proud, this man of the year is now being pulled by himself.

"Oh, it turned out to be a senior, I thought it was a classmate of the same level, and it was a pity that they were interested in painting and wanted to join our painting club. The girl said with some regret.

The painting club, the club where Meng Chenxi once stayed, but a few years have passed, and she must have no one to know when she goes back.

"Ruoxi, this painting is beautifully decorated, lacking a natural carving. ”

Zhou Zixuan heard that there was a person in the distance who was evaluating the girl who was called a goddess by the boys, Zhou Zixuan felt a little familiar, this evaluation was the same as what he had evaluated Meng Chenxi's painting before, it seemed that there were still people who had the same opinion as himself.

"Okay, teacher, but it's a bit difficult to think about the art and ask for it to be realistic, can you really do it?" the girl nodded and shook her head.

"Beginners can strike a balance between the two, but for true masters, every stroke is art. In this way, the work created by combining painting skills and nature is a masterpiece. I can't do this, it's hard to achieve without a certain amount of experience and background. The person who was called the teacher spoke in a very gentle tone, stood next to her, picked up a pen, sketched a few strokes on the picture, and suddenly the picture was different. The overall feeling seems much more natural.

This teacher is a bit level, and he is very well pointed, looking at the painting from a distance, it seems much more vivid than just now.

However, this teacher? Zhou Zixuan glanced at it and felt that the person was somewhat familiar, and he slowly recalled.

The woman was about his age and seemed to be gentle. The long hair is dark.

"Zhou Zixuan?"

I was reminiscing, but I heard my name called.

It was the teacher who recognized him first, trotted over, and said excitedly, "I actually went back to my alma mater, if I let Xiaoxiao know, she would definitely skip class." ”

Hearing the little name, Zhou Zixuan remembered that this person was Li Jiajia from the art department at the same level as him, Chu Xiaoxiao's roommate, they climbed the mountain together, and there was a beautiful misunderstanding.

Zhou Zixuan felt that her memory was really good, after so many years, she still recognized him at a glance.

After graduation, Li Jiajia was directly admitted to the graduate school of the school, and then stayed in the school as a teacher.

"This is.." Li Jiajia looked at Meng Chenxi, she also felt a little familiar at first, but when she looked at her, she covered her mouth and almost screamed.

"Senior sister, don't come unharmed. Meng Chenxi stretched out her hand and shook hands with Li Jiajia. During the campus period, Meng Chenxi was one year older than her, and she was Li Jiajia's class assistant, and she was in the same club, and in painting, the two of them discussed and learned a lot from each other.

"Senior sister, it's really, how could it be!" Li Jiajia looked at Zhou Zixuan and then at Meng Chenxi, her eyes stayed on the hands held by the two of them, and she suddenly understood something, but she had also seen Liuli, she felt that Zhou Zixuan was not a kind person, so he didn't understand what the situation was.

Meng Chenxi: Yes

She blinked, Li Jiajia knew that she was doing this in order not to reveal her identity, so she didn't debunk it, but said meaningfully: "Since the senior sister is here, it is better to point out my students, who are also our juniors and sisters." And then there's the artist who has reached the point of depression. ”

Painting, Zhou Zixuan is all petty fights, although he has been obsessed with it for a while, but it is far less than them who specialize in art.

"Teacher, is this senior sister also very good at drawing?" asked Li Jiajia a few men.

Li Jiajia nodded, "Of course, Senior Sister, she was much stronger than the teacher and me, and many of my painting essences were learned from Senior Sister, compared to a higher level over the years, how about Senior Sister to show her hand?"

Seeing the expectant eyes of others, Meng Chenxi also felt a little itchy, now this season, this time, is the most suitable for painting.

"Okay, but I haven't touched it for many years, I don't know how the brushwork is now, don't mind if you don't draw well. Li Jiajia's proposal also aroused Meng Chenxi's interest, she was a little eager to try when she saw these people painting just now, and she was ready to experience it for a while.

"It's okay for you to come, I'll just watch. Zhou Zixuan waved his hand, Meng Chenxi said that she was modest if she hadn't touched it for many years, in recent years, Zhou Zixuan has seen a lot of works in her office and bedroom in her spare time, which are comparable to palace-level works, and he is used to holding a needle in his hand, and it is not impossible to let him touch the brush again, and he can paint some at will, but compared with Meng Chenxi's paintings, it is really ugly.

"Ruoxi, bring pen and paper to this senior sister, she is what I often say, many years ago, she was able to integrate painting and nature to achieve a mixture of people. ”

Li Jiajia said to the girl named Ruoxi.

The girl nodded, this person who was called a goddess by the onlookers was really good-looking, his carefully crafted face, and his indifferent temperament, and the kind of eyes that looked at everything, were very similar to Meng Chenxi, they all belonged to thoughtful women, not ordinary men could handle it.

The two of them are very similar, and it is not only Zhou Zixuan who feels this way, but Meng Chenxi also looks at her a few more times.

"Senior sister, we are very similar. Ruoxi bowed slightly, smiled indifferently, staggered her position, and said, "I don't know if my utensils are used by my senior sister." ”

"Very well, then bother, talk to the knights, and don't blame me for disturbing their appreciation. Meng Chenxi also smiled back, sat down in the position where Ruoxi had sat before, spread out a piece of drawing paper, and picked up the pen.

Ruoxi glanced at the men around her who were courteous to her, and these people looked ashamed and stepped back.

Zhou Zixuan smiled quietly in the back, looking at those men, he said that everyone has a love for beauty, and it is not their fault that these men like to circle around beautiful women, but many times, such a move will make the pursuing girls feel redundant and disgusted.

Meng Chenxi began to write, watching Meng Chenxi paint is a pleasure, Zhou Zixuan has always felt that when she paints, she has a feeling of an ancient beauty, but when she became the president, she has the majesty and determination of the empress. Both personalities are very distinct, and he likes them both ways.

Meng Chenxi doesn't understand internal breath, but the way she draws with a pen on paper is like a feeling of entry.