Her painting is almost finished, and even if it is not the final refinement, it can be regarded as a complete work. She was a perfectionist and had spent nearly thirty hours on that painting. As far as the finished one is concerned, it is definitely a very good painting. I praised her superb painting skills at the art exhibition, and if I praise her again, it will be a deliberate boast. I believe that her mind must be as broad as her painting skills, and she has a rational acceptance of the praise of others. Especially for people like her, who want to make painting a lifelong pursuit in the future, in her opinion, it is only her job to have superb painting skills and create excellent works.

I saw that she had completely recovered from the state of painting, and the whole person seemed very relaxed, and she spoke with a faint smile on her face, and there was no indifference when she left me angrily last time. She moved the stool next to the radiator near the base of the wall and sat with her back to the radiator, which was very long, and she asked me to move the stool over and sit against the radiator. I sat side by side with her back to the radiator, and I tested the temperature of the radiator with my hands, which was about the same temperature as the library. She and I both leaned our backs against the radiator, and the warmth of the radiator penetrated my clothes and onto my back.

I sat on her right, she crossed her leg, her right leg was on top of her left leg, she was wearing a sky blue skinny jeans, I think she must be wearing warm pants or pants underneath, but her legs still looked thin. The curve from the waist to the thighs to the calves is smooth and natural. She ran her hand back through the hair on her forehead, turned her head and asked me how I was looking for my internship.

The hair on her forehead was swept back by her, exactly the same as the hairstyle I had when I first met her—revealing a sexually explicit sensuality. She looked so beautiful that in such a quiet environment, I suddenly wanted to paint her like that, and keep it forever.

"I'm thinking about where to go." I said, "Aren't you going to do an internship?" ”

"No internships." She paused for a moment and said with a smile, "My internship is painting, and it's the same whether I do it or not." ”

During the conversation, neither of us mentioned anything about being in the library that day, I didn't ask her how she would know that I had taken her notebook that day, or how she didn't tell me to bring her notebook when she asked me to come to the studio, or how she knew that I would definitely bring her notebook. She didn't ask me why I didn't reach out to her to return her notebook.

It's hard to start a chat, most chats start with a question, but what kind of question to ask needs to be carefully thought out and decided, because it's hard to determine if some questions are inconvenient for the other person to answer. Therefore, it is a good choice to start with a career and hobbies. In the beginning, we only talked about painting, art history, painting characters, the styles of famous painters in history, and the painters that everyone liked. She expressed her views on the current domestic painting world, and she is not only subtle in terms of technology, but also far-sighted in theory.

Of course, I can't fall behind her, and my painting skills are indeed inferior to hers. But in terms of theory, I am not inferior, although I am just an ordinary student, and I have not worked my major. But in my spare time, I often soak in the library, wandering among the bookshelves to find a peaceful comfort, and swimming in the fragrance of books does not let me lose myself. I had accumulated a lot of knowledge during that time – and even though I didn't know it was important at the time, the sheer amount of knowledge that gave me a huge advantage when I was chatting with Hai Linlin, especially after I worked.

I was always able to testify to her and follow her topics and opinions, so that she felt that the process of chatting was as easy as sailing down the river, without the slightest stumbling. She sometimes clapped her hands when she was excited, or got up and walked around. I felt like it was the happiest conversation I'd ever had, because for the first time I felt that love was so close to me — even though it wasn't a standard form of love, and no matter how relaxed I was with her, I never felt like she was looking at me as a couple – or a future couple. But that could also be a delusion.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, the sound of footsteps in the corridor interrupted our conversation. The entire sixth floor was idle except for this studio and Mr. Ou's storage room, and it was hard to think of anyone who would come to the top floor of the training building so late. The footsteps were clearly coming towards the studio.