Chapter 2 Chance Encounters

At night, Qiu Ci lay on the bed, rolled over, sat up again, looked at the umbrella standing in the living room, and felt a little warm in his heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Never, no boy would borrow her umbrella, not even Han Mo.

Han Mo is the person she likes, Qiu Ci likes the way he laughs, his smile seems to attract all the light in this world, illuminating her dull world.

She always couldn't help but want to get closer to him, and get closer to him, until one day Han Mo hugged her into her arms, she knew that it was not only a smile, but even a hug could be so warm.

Han Mo said to her before leaving: "Xiao Ci, you wait, when I come back, I will give you a big cake so that you can eat enough, and you will never covet others again." ā€

Qiu Ci has been waiting for her.

He's been gone for two months, and he says he's coming back in four months, so there's two months left, sixty days.

In the evening, Han Mo made a transatlantic call to her, and he asked Qiu Ci if he missed him, and Qiu Ci said very well-behaved: "Yes, I want to." ā€

He said, "Wait, wait, I'll go back." ā€

Qiu Ci asked him: "Are you still used to it over there?" ā€

He said: "Fortunately, there is no excuse around me, and no one reminds me to eat." ā€

"Eat on time, and when your legs are healed, I'll paint you a colorful portrait when you come back."

"Haven't you always disliked painting with color?"

"Han Mo, I found that I am really a person who loves to escape, in the past, because the painting was not good-looking, so I was always reluctant to try, and now I have found that everything will never come, maybe I should give it a try."

Han Mo said, "Okay, wait for me." ā€

Qiu Ci hung up the phone, sat on the bed and looked out the window in a daze, and after a while he got up and walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of yogurt from it and sat on the bed and drank it quietly.

Two months ago, Han Mo had a car accident on the way to find her, and his legs were unfortunately fractured, and his parents sent him to a hospital abroad for recuperation.

Qiu Ci has always felt guilty, but fortunately, Han Mo didn't blame her, she thought that Han Mo was back, she must be kind to him, a little better.

During class, Qiu Ci's eyes always couldn't help but want to look outside, and a folded umbrella on the seat lay quietly in the corner of the table.

Qiu Ci didn't see Lu Fengbai all morning, and in the afternoon she went to the studio with an umbrella, Lu Fengbai went to the studio early, holding the sketchboard and lowering her head and not knowing what she was drawing.

Qiu Ci looked at the way he painted, and felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but where had he seen it? She couldn't remember for a moment.

Lu Fengbai raised his head just in time to see Qiu Ci who was looking at him in a daze, so he put down the charcoal, put the sketchboard in the corner and leaned against it, and said with a smile: "It's early." ā€

Qiu Ci's face was slightly red, and he nodded and stretched out his hand behind his back, which was the umbrella he borrowed yesterday: "Thank you, teacher, for the umbrella." ā€

Lu Fengbai looked at the umbrella and didn't take it, but said, "I'll send it to you, I'll take it when it rains again." After he finished speaking, he got up and walked to her easel, looked at the painting she didn't finish yesterday, and said, "Finish this painting today, and if you want to paint something else in the evening, tell me, and I'll find you a title." ā€

Qiu Ci nodded, walked to the position, filled the plastic bucket with clean water, took the palette and began to draw.

Lu Fengbai looked at it for a while and said, "You are making rapid progress. ā€

"Really...... Are you sure? Qiu Ci didn't expect that he would be recognized by him.

Lu Fengbai nodded: "In the past, the color purity of your paintings was always too high, but now this grayish painting style is better than before, but when you take the exam, when you put it together with other paintings, it will not be particularly outstanding, and it is difficult for the teacher to take a fancy to it at a glance, so the color concentration still needs to be mentioned." ā€

"One more mention." Qiu Ci nodded silently, looking at the gray color on the palette, so he re-dipped some color and spread it on the painting, painting a thick layer.

Qiu Ci is a genius!

This is what Lu Fengbai discovered after teaching her for a while, but her genius is laid on the basis of stupidity, she often makes a lot of mistakes that normal people will not make, and it is strange, but when Lu Fengbai points her out, she will not make this mistake again, and her painting skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

Because it's the second year of high school, the classes are more intense than the first year of high school, they often have to learn cultural classes after painting, often stay up until the early hours of the morning, and get up early in the morning.

Every time he was in class in the afternoon, Lu Fengbai would see many students falling asleep with their heads tilted while they were drawing.

Some even moved the stool directly to the corner of the wall and sat down, the whole person leaned against the wall and fell asleep in a daze, holding a pencil in his hand and still habitually drawing on the paper, the movement of the hand stopped for less than two seconds, and he would wake up immediately, blink his eyes, sit up straight and continue to draw, but he was too sleepy and fell asleep again.

So Lu Fengbai went outside to buy a small stereo and put it in the classroom, and every time he saw someone sleepy in class, he turned on the stereo and plugged in his mobile phone to play music.

This works very well, and there are a lot fewer sleepy people.

Qiu Ci likes to hum along with music, some have not heard it, she listens quietly, and if she can hum, she can hum along, Lu Fengbai can often hear her humming when she walks next to her, but she hums very quietly.

"Out of shape today?" Lu Fengbai looked at the drawings on Qiu Ci's paper, pencil drawing was her strong point, so he didn't worry about her sketching at all, but when he looked at it today, her drawing was much uglier than before.

Qiu Ci sighed and put down the pen: "I don't know how to draw, I can't draw the same effect as before." ā€

"It should be the transition period, the transition period has passed, and the painting skills will improve a lot, and you have to adjust well during this time." Lu Fengbai said.

"How?" Qiu Ci looked at him with some expectations.

"It varies from person to person, some people will put down their pen and go around and take a good rest, some people will practice all the time, and some people will draw other styles to strengthen the foundation, depending on what kind of person you are suitable for."

"Teacher, how did you get through the transition period?"

"Me!" Lu Fengbai smiled and looked out the window: "During the transition period, I put down my pen and looked around, and when I saw something I liked, I immediately sat down to paint, and the moment my inspiration burst out, the thing I drew would be very smooth." ā€

Qiu Ci looked at him, her eyes trembled slightly, she didn't know why, she just felt that the teacher was very beautiful at that moment, and the light in her eyes was shining, as if she had seen some incredible beauty.

Maybe she should put down her pen and look around and get some rest.

She didn't come to paint at night, but just sent a text message to Lu Fengbai to ask for leave, Lu Fengbai also guessed that she was past the bottleneck period, she chose to put down the pen, and he didn't say anything, so he agreed.

Qiu Ci sat in the classroom and sat with the test papers, and there was a girl sitting behind her, named Xu Yang, she had been in the same class as Qiu Ci since elementary school, so she was more familiar, and she had a very cheerful personality, sometimes Han Mo would say that she was a stupid big sister, but she was really good-looking, and she was a girl with a particularly flamboyant personality.

She poked Qiu Ci, Qiu Ci glanced back at her, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" ā€

Xu Yang asked mysteriously, "Why don't you go to the studio?" ā€

"I don't want to go today, so I'm on leave." Qiu Ci's voice is very gentle, and it is most appropriate to describe it as Su.

"I'll go, you actually asked for leave, do you know how much our group of cultural class students envy you? You even took a leave of absence and came here to sit and write the exam papers. Xu Yang looks like he hates iron but not steel.

Qiu Ci was at a loss: "What's wrong?" She doesn't see any difference between a studio and a classroom, they both learn the same thing, and they are both tired.

"You know that in order to see the new art teacher, we try our best to walk past the door of your studio after every class, but you are born in the blessing and do not know the blessing and ask for leave to read the exam papers here."

"Why do you want to see a teacher?" Could it be that Lu Fengbai is a star? I haven't heard of it.

Xu Yang held his forehead and sighed helplessly: "Didn't you notice that the new teacher in the studio is very handsome?" Look at the woman named Cheng Bingyao, she used to go to class whenever she wanted to, and if she didn't want to, she didn't go, you look at how diligent she is in the studio now, and she can't wait to stay in the studio every day. ā€

Qiu Ci thought about it, Lu Fengbai is very good-looking, maybe she has Han Mo in her heart, so whether other men are handsome or ugly doesn't have much attraction to her.

"It seems to be pretty good." Qiu Ci's memory of Lu Fengbai in his mind is that only he is really good at painting, and he is a young man, not an old man.

"It's not good-looking, it's super handsome, with the appearance of your studio teacher, it is absolutely a problem to act, and it will definitely kill a large number of stars." Xu Yang said a little exaggerated, but it also made Qiu Ci understand that she really liked Lu Fengbai's appearance.

Qiu Ci smiled, took the pen and tapped it on her head: "Study hard." ā€

Then she turned her head and glanced at the podium, only to see that the teacher's sharp eyes had been staring at the two of them, afraid that if she wanted to continue, they would definitely be called out to talk.

After the evening self-study class, Qiu Ci collected his things and went back.

Her home school is not far away, so she doesn't need to live on campus.

When Qiu Ci returned home, she was a little hungry, and the stock in the refrigerator was also exhausted, she wanted to forget it and treat it as a weight loss instead of eating, but when she was lying in bed, her stomach was screaming.

"To stay alive." So she went out with her tired body in her arms.

Fortunately, there are a lot of food to buy downstairs where she lives, so she doesn't need to go far.

It's easy to accumulate food after eating too much at night, so she went to the Malatang restaurant and ordered some vegetables to be scalded, so she didn't have to eat a lot.

As soon as she entered, she saw a person in a striped shirt sitting in the store, she couldn't help but pull the corners of her mouth and looked at Lu Fengbai who was about to eat in front of her with some embarrassment.

Is it to go? Or go over and say hello? Qiu Ci was entangled for a while, and Lu Fengbai was a little helpless by her, so he waved his hand at her and greeted: "Qiu Ci classmate." ā€

Qiu Ci smiled slightly, a little embarrassed, but he didn't dare to show it, so he sat down and whispered, "What a coincidence, teacher." ā€