At first, Xu Qian was only attracted by the beautiful picture, but gradually found that the woman dancing in the painting was somewhat familiar.

After thinking about it for a while, a figure overlapped with the woman in the painting, and she immediately shouted out in surprise.

"Ling Xiaozhu!"

Although this shouting was not very loud, or even very quiet, because of the self-study class, the class was very quiet, so many people heard it.

A boy in front turned around and asked, "Xu Qian, why did you suddenly call Ling Xiaozhu's name?"

"I ......"

Xu Qian's face turned red, looked at Xiao Chen, and didn't dare to answer without permission.

Xiao Chen didn't have so many scruples, and asked sideways, "Who is Ling Xiaozhu?"

Xu Qian raised her finger and muttered, "Isn't the person you painted Ling Xiaozhu?"

"Where, I'll see!"

The boy in the front row stood up and snatched the painting from Xiao Chen's hand.

"I'm really painting Ling Xiaozhu, this long skirt, dancing with cherry blossoms, the beautiful painting style, it's so beautiful!"

The boy was amazed, and the rest of the students around him, both men and women, approached and scrambled for the painting.

"Show me!"

"Don't rob it, people must have put a lot of thought into it if they paint it so well, what if it breaks?"

"Put it on the table and let's see it together!"

The drawing paper was laid flat on the table, and the students gathered around to watch.

"Wow, Xiao Chen, how can you draw so good-looking, can you be omnipotent?" said a girl who was a nymphomaniac.

"Ling Xiaozhu, it's really Ling Xiaozhu, I'll just say that Ling Xiaozhu belongs to that kind of classical beauty, this temperament, this artistic conception, praise!"

The boys were all amazed by the temperament of the woman in the painting.

Xiao Chen felt that something was unusual, and asked again, "Who is Ling Xiaozhu in your mouth?"

Someone immediately laughed and said: "Xiao Chen, don't pretend, you can draw her picture out of thin air, you must have observed her for a long time, we all understand!"

"That's right, the boy who has a crush on Ling Xiaozhu in Lanning High School has eight hundred, if not a thousand. Seriously, we're all rivals in love!"

A boy said in a sour tone: "Xiao Chen, although your talent is good, it's not good to be too careful, eat the bowl and look at the pot?"

"What kind of mess?" Xiao Chen was speechless.

"Aren't you Xia Shiyun's childhood sweetheart, she played the piano at the birthday party, and now she paints Ling Xiaozhu. We have two school flowers in Lanning High School, do you still want to take them all?"

"It's just, it's not kind!"

At this time, Li Shanshan ran over, snatched the drawing paper, and put it in front of Xia Shiyun.

"Shiyun, I can't help you this time. If a man changes his mind, it is not the Cold War that can solve the problem. ”

Li Shanshan originally thought that Xiao Chen wanted to capture the old people, so she was lukewarm to Xia Shiyun, but now she finds that people are empathetic and fall in love with others, so what's the point of the Cold War?

Xia Shiyun was speechless, staring at the scene and the woman in the painting in a daze, and the beautiful artistic conception made her unable to help but be envious.

Such a painting is absolutely impossible to draw casually, and Xiao Chen must have put a lot of thought into it.

Could it be that Xiao Chen has been thinking about this painting since he was sleeping in class these days?

......

Lanning High School, Class 9 of the third year of high school.

"Xiaozhu, Xiaozhu, a big event, someone has confessed to you again!"

Xu Jiaojiao happily ran to Ling Xiaozhu.

Ling Xiaozhu continued to read the English words as if he hadn't heard it.

"Don't be like this, although you can receive dozens of love letters a month, but this time is different, the creativity is novel and unprecedented!"

Xu Jiaojiao saw that Ling Xiaozhu still didn't answer, so she closed the English textbook on the table.

"Jiaojiao, didn't you promise me that you wouldn't help people deliver love letters anymore?" Ling Xiaozhu said angrily.

Xu Jiaojiao laughed and said, "No one actually begged me this time, but I really can't help but want to tell you." ”

Ling Xiaozhu knew that he couldn't continue to study if he didn't follow Xu Jiaojiao's wishes, so he said helplessly: "Say, who is so boring?"

"It seems to be called Xiao Chen, a transfer student. Xu Jiaojiao said, "But it doesn't matter who it is, the important thing is that his love letter is a painting!"

"A painting?"

Ling Xiaozhu's expression was slightly stunned.

"Uh-huh!"

"So what, can you not keep paying attention to these boring things?" Ling Xiaozhu said.

"No, it's beautiful, I can't describe it, but if you see it, you will see it differently. ”

"Then you're going to show me the painting?"

Ling Xiaozhu said in a casual tone, obviously not impressed.

"Draw !! me"

Outside the classroom, a boy rushed in quickly, holding a piece of drawing paper in his hand, and behind the boy, there was a group of people chasing after him.

"Chen Liang, return the painting, Xiao Chen hasn't agreed yet!"

Chen Liang smiled and said: "What are you afraid of, he Xiao Chen dares to paint this picture, don't you have the courage to let people see it?" I'll help him and let Ling Xiaozhu take a look!"

As he spoke, Chen Liang sent the drawing paper to Ling Xiaozhu's desk.

"Ling Xiaozhu, please take a look!"

Ling Xiaozhu is angry and funny, what's going on with these people, it's just a painting, as for making such a sensation?

Looking at this battle, it seems that the entire third year of high school has been in a boiling uproar.

Subconsciously, she glanced at her and landed on the drawing paper.

In an instant, her whole person seemed to have been struck by lightning, and her eyes were frozen, and she couldn't move away anymore.

Deep down, it was as if something had been awakened.

The beautiful painting, the cherry blossoms are colorful and sprinkled, and she is wearing a long skirt step by step, graceful and dancing.

Ling Xiaozhu was amazed in his heart.

But, how can a person be amazed by himself?

Is the woman in this painting really her?

......

After school in the evening, Ling Xiaozhu and Xu Jiaojiao walked to the intersection.

"Xiaozhu, bye-bye!"

"Bye-bye!"

As usual, separated from Xu Jiaojiao here, Ling Xiaozhu walked towards home alone.

What she didn't notice was that a figure behind her had been quietly following her for a long time.

"Ling Xiaozhu?"

Xiao Chen muttered to himself, full of emotions.

"I didn't expect that there would be someone in this world who looked so similar to Bu Yunyan. ”

The painting paper was snatched, Xiao Chen didn't care, what he cared about was Ling Xiaozhu in everyone's mouth.

Because the person he painted was Bu Yunyan, the woman who followed his life without complaint or regret.

So he couldn't help it, and after hearing Ling Xiaozhu's information, he quietly followed her to find out.

"Resemblance is just resemblance after all, not a person!"

The initial surprise came to naught, and Xiao Chen sighed faintly.

He can be sure.

Ling Xiaozhu is not a step in the clouds.

Ling Xiaozhu is also very beautiful, otherwise she would not be listed as the school flower with Xia Shiyun, and even her popularity is still above Xia Shiyun.

But compared with Bu Yunyan, Ling Xiaozhu is a little less ethereal and a little less atmospheric.

The former Bu Yunyan was a fairy standing above the nine heavens, crowning the immortal road, and Ling Xiaozhu was just a mortal person.

The two, far apart!

Seeing that Ling Xiaozhu had already entered the house, Xiao Chen stopped and turned around to leave.

Since it's not Bu Yunyan, there's no need to have anything to do with her, just act as if you've never been here.

However, at this moment, I was surprised to see a woman break down the door and shout at Ling Xiaozhu, who had just walked into the courtyard:

"Shinotake, run!"

Peng!

The woman was struck by the slap and passed out at the edge of the courtyard.

"Auntie!"

Ling Xiaozhu was furious, staring at the murderous old man who had come to her in an instant.

"Wang Hao, are you crazy?"

The old man was indeed crazy, with monstrous killing intent, and shouted:

"Ling Tianhao, if you kill my whole family and destroy my foundation, I will want your precious daughter to pay for her life. ”

The momentum of the peak martial artist poured out from the old man's body, making Ling Xiaozhu feel like she was stuck in the quagmire, unable to move, and the pain like suffocation made her despair from the bottom of her heart.

She is a weak woman, how can she resist a martial artist at the peak of her inner strength?

"Die!"

The old man's strong internal strength gathered in the palm of his hand, and he would kill with a palm, and it slammed into Ling Xiaozhu's head.

At the moment of desperate life and death, Ling Xiaozhu suddenly felt a flash in front of her eyes, her waist was hugged by a big hand, warm into her arms, and a strong manly breath hit her nose, making her heart tremble inexplicably.

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