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When Bai Fan arrived at school, it was already past eight o'clock, and there was probably an hour left, and An Rongrong was out of school. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Walked to the door of the studio, Bai Fan carefully looked for An Rongrong's figure outside the window, and saw it at a glance, she was sketching, I don't know why, Bai Fan felt that An Rongrong was very temperamental at this time, holding a pencil in her right hand and gently loading it, holding three pencils between the fingers of her left hand, and a plastic eraser.

Her eyes were bright, like a star, extremely focused, and she only blinked twice once in a while, and a drop of sweat slipped down her forehead, as if she felt uncomfortable, and quickly wiped the sweat off her face with the back of her hand, and then continued to struggle.

At this time, the teacher obviously noticed Bai Fan, he gently pushed the door open, looked at Bai Fan, the classmate at the door tilted his body, looked outside the door, and said inside: "Hey, someone's family is here." ”

Everyone in the studio noticed Bai Fan, and the person sitting next to An Rongrong gently touched her with his elbow, and twisted his head to signal her to look out of the door.

At this time, An Rongrong noticed Bai Fan outside the window, she raised her head, her smile spread, her face was like a peach blossom, the goddess just now had no temperament, obviously a little fool immersed in love.

The teacher beckoned and motioned for Bai Fan to come in, Bai Fan didn't hesitate, raised his legs and entered, but when he came in, he owed to the teacher, lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm disturbing your class." ”

The teacher waved his hand to signal that it was okay and asked him to do whatever he wanted, but he couldn't make too much noise and disturb the other students to draw.

Bai Fan nodded, walked to An Rongrong's side, found a small chair and sat down. An Rongrong looked at him with a smile, Bai Fan raised his hand and pinched her pretty face, touched her head again, and scolded softly: "Look at what, draw quickly." ”

Although it is a scolding, the doting tone contained in it is very obvious.

An Rongrong turned her head obediently and continued to paint.

Bai Fan watched quietly from the side, and others didn't know if he was looking at the painting or looking at people, but they noticed that he was really watching intently, and his eyes contained a strong love in his doting.

The teacher sitting on it also saw this scene and smiled, as if he remembered the little tacit understanding with his first love in class, and couldn't help but indulge in his memory.

After looking at it for a while, Bai Fan took the pencil that Rong Rong had bald after use, and then took a utility knife and a small trash can, and sharpened the pencil there very seriously.

Holding a pencil in his left hand, a utility knife in his right hand, the blade of the knife is placed diagonally about a centimeter and a half behind the tip of the pen, and the thumb of the left hand pushes the blade of the utility knife.

A pencil is sharpened to the end, the blade gently rubs the tip of the pen, blows on the nib, blows off a little pencil ash, and gently places it in the pen case.

One night, An Rongrong used eleven pencils, Bai Fan sharpened ten, and one is still being used.

At this time, the classmate next to him looked at Bai Fan's sharpened pencil and praised in a low voice, it was so good to sharpen. The teacher who was sitting on it also came to take a look and said that it was really good.

Suddenly, someone stabbed Bai Fan in the back, Bai Fan turned around and found that it was Xiao Si, his teammate when he played basketball, and he was also a classmate who usually played well.

I saw him with a shy old face, a slightly lewd smile on his face, holding a bald pencil, and said, "Hehe, brother, help me cut a few too." ”

Bai Fan raised his eyebrows and disdainfully, waved his hand, and told him to get out of here, and stay where it was cool.

Xiao Siyi lowered his head, sighed helplessly, pursed his lips, turned his head and went back to drawing.

After a while, Bai Fan asked softly, "Have you changed the paint?"

An Rongrong whispered, "No." He blinked as he spoke.

Bai Fan smiled, searched for paint boxes, paint bottles, as well as spatulas and rags under the easel, and began to mix the paint, first digging out the unclean paint, and then adding new clean paint. Bai Fan silently adjusted the paint on the paint table.

Just right, a second before school ended at half past nine, Bai Fan covered the lid of the paint box, Bai Fan asked An Rongrong to wash her hands, it took two minutes to put things in order, and the two walked out of the school gate hand in hand.

At this time, there are not many people on the streets, and there are few people in other places except bars and night markets.

The two were side by side, holding hands, and Bai Fan wanted to send An Rongrong home.

"Rong Rong, tomorrow is a holiday, let's go buy a bicycle, and I'll send you to school after school in the future." Bai Fan's face was full of expectation.

An Rongrong tilted her head and thought about it, and said, "No need, you get up so early every day, you are not tired, just send me home after school." ”

Bai Fan hurriedly said: "It's okay, don't be tired." ”

But under An Rongrong's repeated insistence, Bai Fan still nodded and agreed.

When she arrived downstairs at An Rongrong's house, An Rongrong saw Bai Fan's sullen face, dragged Bai Fan's hand and shook it, and said coquettishly: "Okay, we will spend more time together in the future, so let's be happier." ”

After speaking, he stood on tiptoe and gently pecked Bai Fan's lips.

Bai Fan smiled and held An Rongrong in his arms, and An Rongrong's hand was also wrapped around Bai Fan's waist.

Bai Fan called softly: "Rong Rong." ”

"Huh?" An Rongrong's voice was lazy, like a squinting cat.

Bai Fan whispered softly in his soulful voice: "Meeting you is the greatest happiness in my life." ”

An Rongrong smiled stupidly: "Meeting you is also the greatest happiness in my life." ”

The two of them just hugged it, as if they couldn't hold it enough for a lifetime.

"Rong Rong. ”

"Huh?"

"Your mom is watching us up there. ”

"Ahh

An Rongrong hurriedly got out of Bai Fan's arms and ran up the stairs as if she had escaped.

Bai Fan hurriedly said: "Go up and turn on the lights in the corridor, and walk carefully." ”

"Yes. An Rongrong responded, and after a while, she said, "Good night, see you tomorrow." ”

Bai Fan replied, stood in the corridor, and left only when he heard the sound of doors opening and closing on the top floor.

Bai Fan had just walked a few steps, and suddenly remembered that the supper had not been given yet, so he immediately took out the supper from the carry-on space, ran upstairs quickly, and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and it was An Rongrong's mother Xue Rong who opened the door.

Bai Fan handed the supper to An's mother outside the door, and politely refused the inquiry to sit down. He said, "Goodbye, aunt." And he departed.

Xue Rong looked at Bai Fan's back, smiled silently, closed the door and called, "Rong Rong, Xiaobai is here to bring you supper." ”

An Rongrong came out of the room and said angrily: "Mom, what a little white, he calls people like pet dogs." As he spoke, he took the lunch box and looked at the hot green vegetable porridge sprinkled with shrimp skin and snow cabbage. I was very happy to eat.

Only Xue Rong stood aside, frowning slightly, as if she had thought of something, but she wanted to say something and stopped, just sighed silently......

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I would like to use this chapter to commemorate my art examination career, although there are some regrets, but it is enough for me to reminisce for a lifetime.

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