Meng Shuixin looked at the young man in front of him, lifted his high heels, and stepped directly on the young man's shoes.

Luo Jian frowned and let go of his hand.

Meng Shuixin came out of the teenager's confinement, turned his back to the teenager and said: "If this is your method of accosting, then it's too old-fashioned, if, you are telling the truth, sorry, I don't remember." ”

Meng Shuixin left, only to hear the loud sound of the chair being kicked over behind him.

The girl squinted her eyes slightly, she was reborn and not amnesia, she didn't remember, but she seemed to know, and it was really a bad feeling.

The art class of No. 5 Middle School is surrounded by transparent glass on the top floor of the entire art building, and you can clearly see the blue sky and white clouds outside.

There is no separate room, and the hall of several hundred square meters is used as a studio.

The roof is also transparent glass, and the top floor is covered with green vines, clusters of greenery.

In the hall, there are various plaster statues or still lifes, and the students are quietly painting their own paintings.

Although the fifth middle school is an aristocratic high school, it is different from ordinary aristocratic high schools, and its special feature is reflected in the qiē in front of you.

The reason why this middle school can enter the city as an aristocratic school is that the students in it do not just rely on the status of the rich.

Wealthy status is nothing more than a qualification to enter this school, and students must also have the best test scores, and this school never enrolls more than 50 students a year.

If you don't pass the grades, you will not be allowed to enter this school, even if you are rich and powerful.

Therefore, in this school, there is no pompous atmosphere of ordinary rich schools, but a faint artistic atmosphere.

Meng Shuixin stood in front of a classmate's painting and sighed that this school was indeed not a place where some rich and beautiful people gathered, but more people with real talents.

"Why are you here?" The girl named Feile just now trotted in front of Meng Shuixin and asked.

She was wearing an apron stained with oil paint, holding a paintbrush in her hand, and looked at Meng Shuixin suspiciously, "Didn't Zhuoer go to basketball to change clothes over there just now?" You didn't see him? ”

"See." Meng Shuixin said while looking for Zhuo'er's figure, "But he rejected me, so I came up to talk to him......

"Rejected you, you confessed to Drow?! What courage! Feile's voice was a little loud, and the studio was not small, so it didn't attract too much attention from the students, but Zhuoer, who was closer, heard it.

The boy was sharpening his pencil when he heard a voice looking this way, just in time to collide with the girl's searching gaze.

Drow frowned and walked over to the girl, "Why are you again?" ”

The boy wears a gray overalls with faint oil paint on it, which gives Drow a bit of an uninhibited artist.

"Return the pencil~" Meng Shuixin casually raised the pencil in his hand as he walked forward, proving that what he said was true.

Fei Le crossed his arms and looked at Meng Shuixin and then at Zhuoer, and said with a smile: "It's not easy, Zhuoer, you have always been so precious to your painting tools, but you lost your pencil today?" ”

"Drow, where are your paintings? Pencil back for you? Meng Shuixin asked while shaking the pencil in his hand.

"Just give it to me." Zhuoer stretched out his hand, but Meng Shuixin flashed silently.

Meng Shuixin bypassed Zhuoer and shuttled between the drawing boards.

Finally, I found a drawing board with two small characters written on it by the window.

"You play a game of basketball with me, and if you can score three balls, I'll promise you......," Drow said as he watched the girl approach his drawing board.

The girl didn't think about it and said, "I don't know how to play basketball." ”

"Aren't you the manager of the basketball team? No. 2 Middle School is a little too insincere to find someone who can't play basketball to negotiate terms with us, right? Luo Jian's voice appeared in the doorway, and the tall man made the studio door look a little low.

Drow stopped talking, looking at the girl sitting in front of her drawing and holding up her pencil.

Some students in the class cast surprised eyes, and no one in the entire art class dared to touch Zhuoer's paintings, including the teacher.

"Hey, that ......" Fei Le looked at Zhuo'er's gloomy expression and wanted to remind Meng Shuixin, but was pulled by the young man.

Meng Shuixin ignored everyone's different gazes, but carefully studied Zhuoer's paintings.

Drow is drawing David, he has just made a shape, he has not yet painted it, the shape is accurate, the layout is reasonable, and for a child of this age, the level is already very good.

There was a lot of shredded paper next to it, and it looked like the boy was not happy with his drawing.

Looking at the plaster portrait of David in front of him, Meng Shuixin turned the brush in his hand, raised his arm, and put down the pen.

The pencils collided on the paper, making a rustling sound, one stroke at a time, and the pen was neat, crisp, and the girl had not even used an eraser.

I only heard the girl speak slowly, and the ethereal voice echoed over the huge studio: "David, Renaissance, Michelangelo, 1501-1504, carved in white marble."

The young David's victory over his enemy, Goliath, was a biblical Jewish hero.

Many painters have chosen the appearance of David after his victory, and only Michelangelo paints the moment when David is fighting the enemy. ”

Meng Shuixin's David revealed his form step by step, and his little hands were as dexterous as pencils scribbling on the drawing paper: "In an instant, it will always make people excited."

In those days, it was exciting to be able to record moments.

Such a confident man, such a strategizing moment, is really not suitable for such indecisive lines and hesitant frames. ”

More and more classmates slowly surrounded him, blocking Drow's view.

But that painting has been imprinted in Zhuoer's mind, every stroke, every way of processing, is something that he has not used, or even dared not try.

What's more, Drow looked at the ruined paintings all over the floor and finally found the crux of his problem.

All along, I have painted David's plaster, and in this girl's pen, it is David, the epic hero thousands of years ago, David!

Although it is an unfinished half-finished painting, David's confident eyes are looking at everyone.

The girl walked away with a paintbrush and examined her painting, and her eyes were the same as those of the person in the painting.

At that moment, the space shifted, and the girl seemed to overlap with the characters in the painting across thousands of years.

Drow watched as the girl put her pencil down and patted her hands covered in lead ash.

She turned around, looked at herself, and smiled brightly, proud and confident like the biblical god of war.

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Oh oh~ Shui Xin also painted once before, when Tang Wei was there, do you remember what you painted?

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