With Zhang Tao's departure, the hustle and bustle won a complete victory, and he regained his land, freedom and sovereignty.

"Weng Cui, what the do you mean? Wei Lan's painting is not good in the first place, you asked him to make a promotional video? What do you mean?" Zhang Han was a little excited and roared at Weng Cui.

The classroom also became noisy with Zhang Han's roar, and many people began to whisper.

"I feel that Ongcui is a little deliberate. Everyone knows that Wei Lan is not good at drawing, and he also asked Wei Lan to make promotional animation shorts. Maybe I'm a little jealous to see Wei Lan and Liu Feixu walking together today, right?

"How is that possible? Weng Cui is not that kind of person, maybe he just wants Wei Lan to be familiar with the rhythm of school, and the teacher said that he doesn't care about the ranking. ”

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The squad leader Xia Xue ran over and hurriedly grabbed Zhang Han, who was a little excited.

Weng Cui didn't get angry, just looked at him lightly, his eyes and expression did not reveal any emotion, "Lao Zhang said it, I don't care about the ranking, I also want Wei Lan to adapt to the rhythm of the school." ”

"your adaptation, I don't think you're at ease, right? Who doesn't know that you like Liu... Not... Before Zhang Han finished speaking, squad leader Xia Xue hurriedly covered Zhang Han's mouth, quickly turned her head to look at Liu Feixu on the side, and then said to Zhang Han: "Don't be nervous, Wei Lan hasn't spoken yet!"

Weng Cui was a little excited when he heard Zhang Han's words, and his body tensed, but then his shoulders collapsed, his body relaxed slightly, and then he looked at Wei Lan lightly and did not speak.

Zhang Han broke free from the "claws" of the squad leader Xia Xue, although he didn't want to break free from the warm and fresh jade hand, but compared to Wei Lan, he still broke free with "righteousness and awe-inspiring".

"Wei Lan doesn't remember, don't you remember either? When I was in the junior high school class (the first year of junior high school), did you draw his paintings in art class?"

Everyone fell silent, and the silence reverted to the noise, and everything was so sudden. I don't know if the poet Bai Juyi will write in the face of this situation: Silence is better than sound at this time?

When Wei Lan saw Zhang Han's appearance, she was inexplicably touched in her heart. Maybe... If it were them, they would be like Zhang Han, right? Inexplicable impulse, inexplicable "nerves", not for anything else, just for that voice: "Brother!"

Wei Lan walked up to Zhang Han and patted Zhang Han's back, his hands seemed to have the magic of a magician, or the soothing effect of a hypnotist, Zhang Han gradually calmed down.

"Don't worry!" Wei Lan looked at Weng Cui, her eyes were like a calm lake, without a trace of ripples, without a trace of fluctuation.

Liu Feixu was still so calm and calm, unaffected by the chaos around her, she walked gently to Wei Lan's side.

The unique fragrance of the girl surrounds the tip of the nose. "Come on!"

Walked softly, as she came gently, an orchid-like, with a calm girl. The faint darkness of the sky has dissipated her color and her fragrance.

"I will!"

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Wei Lan returns home and has dinner with Wei Tian. A few days ago, Weitian had been busy with the affairs of the laboratory, and with Zhang Wei being the most in charge, the safety of the laboratory was guaranteed, and Weitian went home every day to accompany his son, who owed something.

Big room, big dining table, small two people. They seem to have a lot to say, but they can't seem to say anything, only a faint chat, a faint look, a faint, a faint ......

In fact, Wei Lan has always been curious, what exactly did Wei Tian study in the laboratory, and what was just a few words, and the mother who was only mentioned in a few words. But Wei Lan knew that Wei Tian didn't say it, he had his hardships, and he didn't dwell on it to the end, but he couldn't help but wonder if Wei Lan's mother in this world would always have a kind smile like the mother of that world, although she was occasionally angry and vicious, always with doting eyes, although occasionally sharp and angry, always with gentle whispers, although occasionally scolded, hating iron could not become steel......

After Wei Lan had dinner, she chatted with Wei Tian for a while, then said goodbye to him and returned to her room.

Wei Lan walked into the room, sat down, rubbed her temples that were a little painful, and then smiled self-deprecatingly: "Why are you still like a little kid." Now I have to make some promotional animation shorts, it's a headache."

patted his head, due to school homework, Wei Lan had already finished in the self-study class, and then turned on Zhiduan to watch some excellent promotional animation shorts.

After watching a few excellent promotional animation shorts, Wei Lan rubbed her somewhat swollen head and muttered to herself, "It's okay to say nothing! ”

I looked out the window at the starry sky. The stars twinkled, and the deep blue night sky could not hear the secret words between them, which was a hymn that the darkness of the universe could not hide.

I don't know when an orchid appeared under the night sky, its flowers, never tired, slim, under the light of the stars, in the warmth of the bright moon, it is so quiet and elegant.

"Come on!" the orchid, the girl, the faint fragrance.

The depths of the heart, the depths of the stars, the depths of the moon, the depths of the sun, the resting places of the darkness.

Take a long breath of relief, the slightly bulging little belly, dry stir-fry, as if the body has become light, maybe chubby people, if you have nothing to do, you should look at the stars more, and often feel comfortable.

"Maybe... I can ......."

Under the same night sky, the stars shone brightly, sneaking into the faintly fragrant room. Liu Feixu stretched her waist, dressed in thin pajamas, slightly bulging breasts, spring light, if outsiders see it, what kind of wail will it cause?

At his level of drawing, he also promised to make a promotional animation short. The rosy lips opened and closed slightly, and the girl's whisper was unhearable.

The white and flawless jade hands flexibly typed a few words on the virtual keyboard---- "How to quickly improve painting skills".

There are many secrets buried in the night sky, it is buried in darkness, it is buried in pain, it is buried in tears, it is buried ----in the sound of the heartbeat of those two people......

In the middle of the night, the stars blinked sleepily, and the moon folded its crescent moon and yawned heavily.

After the boy washed up, he was about to fall asleep, but Zhiduan next to the bed was still energetic and shook his body slightly. The boy opened the wisdom end, looked at it, and smiled knowingly.

The room embraced the darkness, silent, except for the slight beating of the boy's heartbeat, a little fast, like a dance.

In the dark, Zhiduan's light could not be dispersed for a long time, and he could only vaguely see ---- in the light: "This is the painting technique I collected for you, you can take a look, and I will also help you make a promotional animation short tomorrow." Don't rush to thank me! Yes, you need to be paid! Good night!"

"Good night!"

It's late at night, and I don't know when I quietly open the door of my heart, a bunch of orchids, a girl, inadvertently coming.