The temperature is getting hotter and hotter, and the graduate students scattered everywhere return to the agreed place to find Zhou Jiyou to comment on the sketch.

In terms of age, Zhou Jiyou is about the same age as them, and even a little younger than some of them.

Opposites attract, especially the opposite sex that is pleasing to the eye. She sits casually in the shade of a tree, holding a pencil in her hand and dotting on the canvas, chiffon white dress, snow-white skin, even without makeup, her eyebrows are picturesque, like a glowing landscape, dazzling and fascinating.

A boy who was not doing well stared at her and asked with a hippie smile, "Hey, Mr. Xiao Zhou, why are your eyes not black and you wear contact lenses?" ”

The questions themselves are boring, but they are powerful.

The people around Zhou Jiyou were all attracted by the sudden sound, first looked up at him reflexively, and then quickly tilted their heads curiously to stare at Zhou Jiyou's eyes.

The words were interrupted, Zhou Jiyou's hand holding the hook pen was slightly forced, and an imperceptible cold light flowed through his amber pupils.

Ignoring their inquiring gazes, she looked up at the initiator with a smile and asked, "Why do you have yellow hair and a wig?" ”

The man pushed away a girl beside her, approached her lightly, and lowered his head as she was sitting, "You won't know if it's a wig or not." ”

They are all fun-loving and noisy years.,Not familiar with each other.,But they're polite.,Usually they can chat with each other.。 At this moment, watching a person openly tease a little teacher of the same age as them, almost all of them have the idea of watching the excitement in an instant. Excited, snickering, there are a lot of people.

Zhou Jiyou looked at the full yellow hair close at hand, slightly long, properly trimmed, and the smell of jelly water was blowing in the hot wind.

She didn't show the slightest displeasure, a small smile curled into the corners of her mouth, and she raised her left hand, her fingertips weaving over his head.

Everyone looked wide-eyed, and even the boy himself squinted at her, thinking that her expression was too soft.

The two people next to him couldn't help but bite their ears: "She was so cold before, right?" ”

"Who knows......"

"Ahh——!h A loud shout interrupted the suspicions of the two. The boy jumped away, covered his head with one hand, and glared at Zhou Jiyou angrily.

The style of painting jumped too suddenly, and everyone was surprised.

Zhou Jiyou pinched a lock of short stiff hair in the fingertips of his thumb and index finger, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "It's been tested, it's true." ”

The hand was released, the two fingers flicked, and the hair was thrown on the ground in front of everyone, and then found a pack of wet wipes from the painting box, opened it, took out one, and carefully wiped it with one finger after another.

The boy's face turned green.

Everyone still has an expression that is not a big deal to see the excitement, excited, snickering, only increasing.

Zhou Jiyou glanced at a short-haired girl: "Wang Xin, let's continue." ”

"Okay."

Wang Xin was the girl who was squeezed aside by the boys before, she moved half a step forward and glanced at him mockingly.

The other party was anxious and white-faced, Zhou Jiyou didn't react, connected with the previous questions, and pointed out in detail in a tepid tone as always.

Time passed minute by minute, and all eight people finished commenting, and finally it was the turn of the person who was bored at the end and his face was still hot.

The picture frame was placed, and he stood next to him with his trouser pocket and looked at the sky, half-listening to a perfunctory attitude.

Zhou Jiyou ignored it, gave guidance with praise and disparagement, and his words were mediocre and did not discriminate.

Gradually, the boy lowered his head and listened carefully.

Towards noon, the heat wave rolled in. Outdoor sketching can only be scheduled in the morning, but apparently, even this time, everyone prefers to stay in the air-conditioned and cool breeze.

Zhou Jiyou was the same, on the way to the exit of the park, he discussed with everyone that the future classes would be held within the organization, and everyone agreed.

As they walked, the three people who were pacing in front suddenly slowed down, observed a direction not far away, and muttered quietly.

Zhou Jiyou was holding a parasol, carrying a painting box and a bench, and heard someone ask, "What are you guys talking about?" ”

One girl turned around and said, "We're looking at a person, and it's so familiar from afar." ”

The voice she knew, it was the girl who was watching the news at home in the morning.

"Who, it won't be a celebrity, right?"

"Not a star, like the news anchor I saw on TV today."

Zhou Jiyou lowered his eyes slightly to look at the sun-paved floor tiles outside the umbrella, and when he heard the words, his eyes were stunned.

"Eh, he's coming towards us."

"It's him, it's the anchor surnamed Shen."

"People call Shen Feibai."

……

You say a word to me, one after another.

A thought flashed in Zhou Jiyou's heart: It can't be a coincidence.

Holding the handle of the umbrella, she lowered the eaves of the umbrella in front of her, covering her face in a larger area. Walk quietly and just look at your feet.

Suddenly, it was as if someone had grabbed a rope that could choke everyone's throats, and the conversation around them stopped.

A pair of sneakers appeared unsuspectingly in her field of vision for the next two seconds.

Black, with a breathable mesh on top, is cleanly brushed and looks like new.

She didn't stop, she didn't lift the umbrella up so that she could see who it was, and the moment the portable painting case and folding bench in her hand were suddenly taken over, the answer was self-evident.

It's him. Definitely not a coincidence.

At the same time, she faintly heard a gasp around her, too startled to suppress it.

After being surprised, someone soon asked, "Are you Shen Feibai?" "It's the girl.

He stood side by side beside her and didn't say anything, but judging by the other party's excited reaction, he probably nodded in response.

Zhou Jiyou felt a little funny, she could even imagine in her mind that he was slightly bowed, warm, peaceful, neither humble nor arrogant.

"What is the relationship between you and Teacher Xiao Zhou, boyfriend and girlfriend?" Immediately someone gossiped again.

Zhou Jiyou pursed his lips slightly.

She could feel everyone's glittering eyes, with infinite curiosity, obviously sure of the conjecture in her heart, but still wanting to dig out the truth.

It's a pity that the person being questioned doesn't seem to be very cooperative.

"We ......" His deep voice was a little blurred in the hot temperature because of the softness, vague, and unintentionally brought the atmosphere to tension, Zhou Jiyou hated to find that a heart was hung in the air by him.

"He's my brother." She pressed the canopy back, looked up, showed her face, and said in a flat tone.

Beside him, the man's gaze turned. She turned a blind eye and did not look at him.

"Brother or brother?" A malicious provocation, the pronunciation of the front and back nasal sounds is distinct, and the yin and yang are weird.

Zhou Jiyou turned his head and looked at the person whose hair was pulled by himself: "Li Xingkai, I think I need to tell you something." ”

Li Xingkai stood in the dazzling sunlight and snorted softly.

She raised the corners of her mouth and said loosely: "My graduate supervisor is Mr. Liang Xian'an, so I don't need to remind you of his status in our school and even in the entire domestic oil painting industry, right?" ”

Someone in the crowd let out a sigh that was neither high nor low.

People who take the oil painting department as a graduate student are more or less artistic, otherwise, considering the future livelihood problem, they will switch from pure art to design like Jing Qiao. Since Li Xingkai has applied for the postgraduate examination class of the Department of Oil Painting, it shows that he has a passion for art in his bones.

The snake hits seven inches, Zhou Jiyou has always been sharp in thinking and ruthless in words, whether he is right about things or people, when he is not happy.

The smart man stopped when he clicked, Li Xingkai received the warning, lowered his head, and was honest.

To a fork in the road, the group went to the exit in different directions, by bus, by subway, and by car, with two girls on the way, to the parking lot.

Until they walked to the bus stop near the West Gate, there was never a word of communication between Zhou Jiyou and Shen Feibai.

His complexion was neither white nor dark, but the kind of wheat color that would lose its taste if it was increased or subtracted. The makeup artist in the stage once said that from the perspective of appreciating men, his current complexion is just right, but if he can be a little whiter, he will be more photogenic.

Once, someone also said: Old man Shen did it on purpose, he added a "white" word after your name, did he think you were black?

Pulling the corners of her mouth, she said again: But you really want to be white, you shouldn't be ugly.

In her eyes, he was so ugly; Shen Ke is like that, so he looks good.

Bus No. 363 had not arrived for a long time, and he looked at her through the brim of his cap, and the sweat on his head was covered in the hat, sticky, wet, and his head was hot and swollen.

He took off his hat, his sweaty short hair collapsing unnaturally, and he raised his hand to smooth it, although he couldn't see it, he knew that it didn't have much effect.

A female student of Zhou Jiyou, who was also waiting for Route 363, had been quietly paying attention to him, and when she saw this, she handed him a tissue.

He paused and looked at her: "Thank you." ”

The girl's eyes lit up: "Your voice is so good, is the host's voice so good?" ”

Speechless, he put his hat back on, and in his afterglow, he unexpectedly noticed a faint gaze of unknown meaning on the other side.

Partial eyes, Zhou Jiyou is looking at him.

"How?"

She hooked her lips slightly: "It's time for dinner, I'll treat you." ”