Professor Ouyang patted Fang Yi's shoulder and nodded, "You're Fang Yi, right?" Ask me to come over and be a judge for you? ”

Fang Yi said politely, "Yes, Professor Ouyang." ”

"I have a competition with this classmate to draw a sketch of these two classmates, because I am not very professional, so I would like to hear your opinion."

"Oh." Professor Ouyang responded gently, paced forward a few steps, and then was led by Fang Yi to the podium and sat down: "Okay, what about the works of the two of you, bring them to me and show them to you." ”

"Yes."

Fang Yi looked at Xi Qing for a moment, and Xi Qing took the painting on his desktop.

Fang Yi also presented his own.

The students hadn't seen these two paintings yet, and even the models of the parties didn't see what they were painted like, which made everyone look forward to it very much, and they became excited.

"Professor Ouyang, who's good, will you give us a look first?"

Before Professor Ouyang put on his glasses, the students began to shout.

Xiao Zhang: This will clap everyone's hands to keep them quiet.

However, the enthusiasm of the students was very high, and seeing that several students were about to rush over to look at the painting, Professor Ouyang simply pushed out the painting and gave everyone a picture.

The one that came out first was Fang Yi's.

The sexy eyes of the woman in the painting contain a sparkling light like the sea, and the provocative gaze, coupled with the wide open neckline and the spring light of the flesh, suddenly made the otaku impulsive.

The lips seemed to be still trembling slightly, and the hunger and thirst were vivid.

The most important painting is that the woman in the painting is lifelike, very similar to the woman standing not far away at this time.

When the girl looked at this painting, she felt why she was so sassy. Is there really a shortage of men?

"Okay, this painting is too similar, it feels so good."

"You don't have to look at the next one, it must be better."

Not only did the classmates think so, but even the model "Ah Ling" in another painting felt that this one was full enough, and the model's expression was also delicate, undisguised, and even, from her fiery and eager eyes, she could feel a fire burning in the woman's chest.

Or, the little girl's spring heart has already rippled like a swing, longing for God to give him a strong man.

"Are you in a hurry, this one is okay, but, but how do you know that there is no better one if you don't look at the next one? Young people must not be in a hurry. Professor Ouyang, let's take a look at the next one. Hao Le couldn't get used to everyone's star-studded posture holding the moon, and shouted,

Professor Ouyang didn't seem to hear Hao Le's request at all, and his eyes stayed on another painting with his glasses on. The other hand that pushed it out had long forgotten that it was showing a painting.

"Professor Ouyang... Professor Ouyang. ”

Everyone didn't know what happened to Professor Ouyang, and they didn't seem to be able to get out of that painting, and seeing Hao Le's loud voice didn't wake up Professor Ouyang. Fang Yi's face also showed a hint of distraction. It couldn't be that kid's painting that attracted Professor Ouyang, right?

"Professor Ouyang."

"Professor Ouyang."

At least three calls in a row, but no response.

The students who were still lingering on Fang Yi's works also came back to their senses one by one, and seemed to realize that another painting in the hands of Professor Ouyang was very wonderful.

Wang Shasha and Liu Yan didn't know what happened to Professor Ouyang.

The old man looked at the painting with a deep face, as if he had entered the painting.

What's the situation?

Fang Yi was a little out of shape, he increased the decibels, and this voice and the voices of several other classmates poured together, and Professor Ouyang came back to his senses.

He raised his eyes slightly, but there was a flash of crystal light in the corners of his eyes, and he cried?

Is it crying?

Professor Ouyang took away his thick glasses and really wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, yes, he really cried!

Seeing that one of his hands was still pushing outside, Professor Ouyang put the painting back.

At the scene, he was already agitated: What is the situation, Professor Ouyang looked at a painting and cried?

"Professor Ouyang, what's wrong with you, are you crying? Let's show us another picture. ”

"Ah, yes, another painting." Professor Ouyang is usually in a happy spirit, and he has never had a situation where his eyes are dull and tears are shed, as if he still has another world in his eyes, but he has not come out of there for a long time.

When I look at the painting, I want you to look at the painting.

The painting was pushed out, and all the students looked at it in unison.

Hey!

The first word in the whole classroom is huh.

The girl was obviously sitting just now, and she was sitting there quietly for a long time, but... But how is the woman in Xi Qing's painting standing?

She tilted her head, pulled the hem of her skirt with one small hand, her face was a sweet smile to the bone, and her eyes were innocent, like the little sister next door, like her first love...

What's more, she is going to dance in the next second, although the picture is still, but you can feel the next second, and in the next second she is going to spin.

Youthful, youthful, shy, sweet, delicate, soft, ready to move, all the words gathered in her, this....it's incredible.

Everyone forgot that the woman in this painting was standing not far away, but they thought of it, and the girl who came to their minds was their first love and their youth. I accompanied her to eat KFC once, and then held her little hand when watching a movie.

It was the first time I went out on a spring outing with her, and she sat on the back of her bike, and then she hugged herself with her slender and gentle hands.

It was the one who sent her to the door of the house, plucked up the courage to kiss her little mouth, and her face turned red like an apple.

Memories are warm memories.

Fang Yi shook his head, Fang Yi opened his mouth wide, showing his disbelief.

This, this is no longer the level that a college student can express, this should be a teacher, no, even a master's ability to paint.

She brings people into a situation, a scene of warm memories. No wonder Professor Ouyang has been obsessed with it for a long time, this painting, anyone will have a kind of love gushing out, and they can't help but think of that girl many years ago, that first love, so pure and beautiful.

It's not Xi Qing pills, it's your own pills!

"It's amazing, it's perfect."

Hao Le clapped his hands and laughed, and the first applause rang out, and in the classroom, seven or eight pairs, no, seventy or eighty pairs of small hands slapped at the same time.

Liu Yan nodded again and again, and the mouths of the classmates were full of admiration, great, perfect, this absolutely, this must be the champion of today's game.

PS: I wish the friends of the college entrance examination to play extraordinary, come on!

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