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"My good sisters, I really can't delay this class today, you wake up, give me a clear assurance, you will never commit suicide and self-harm in order to be reborn, can you? Otherwise, I'd rather lose my class than watch over you twenty-four hours a day! ”

Early in the morning, her best friend Bi Shaohua dressed neatly, gritted her teeth and woke up the drowsy Li Shaosheng, asking her to give a categorical guarantee.

His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were full of doubts, he returned to the age of seventeen with such difficulty, but it turned out that it was just a dream of Nan Ke?

The best friend's breath is sprayed on the face of the swirling clothes, warm and fragrant, and Bi Shaohua, who is used to wearing a red dress, always gives people a feeling of enthusiasm and vitality.

"I promise."

Her answer was soft.

"That's good, baby in the clothes is waiting for me, and I will go home from work to eat with you."

Shaohua was like a fire, burning and moving out of the door, the sound of opening and closing the door, the sound of the car starting the engine, vividly poured into the bedroom.

The hostess of the white embroidered pajamas shuttled through the various rooms of the cottage like a ghost, and found nothing unusual, although she didn't know what she was trying to find.

She stopped working part-time and let the spring grass in the yard emerge from the ground to assert her sovereignty, and simply cleaned up the interior space.

She stopped in the attic where the old miscellaneous items were kept, old but intact.

The sun was shining obliquely through the small window of the attic, the tiny dust was dancing in the sunlight, and the edge of the painting clip that had worn out the lining and been deformed, lying quietly at the end of the sun.

The picture folder that recorded the memories of the seventeen-year-old was just that she had long since lost what she wanted to keep the most.

Turning it open, one by one, page by page, the black, white and gray tones surrounded her in an instant, enveloping her, and in the oblique sunlight, the clothes were also a painting, a quiet sketch.

Something sprouted and sprouted in the heart of this woman.

Holding a pencil and squinting at the model's years, holding a paint box and carrying a plastic bucket with gouache on his face, the years are surging like a flood.

Taking the professional exam in S Province, each group of still life tables feels crowded with people, who doesn't want to grab the best angle to observe those bottles, cans, cups, plates and fruits?

Li Yushang, who wore a white embroidered short jacket, said goodbye to her father outside the gate of the Academy of Arts, and began to be at a loss, and her character of not being good at competing decided that her position fell on the farthest side of the still life table, on the aisle where the two groups of candidates handed over.

Then, after the sketch was completed, she needed to fill the small red plastic bucket with water in advance, she completed this feat out of breath, just returned to the pony and sat down, holding up the white paint box with her left hand, and lifting the lid with her right hand.

At this moment, there was a candidate in front of him and behind him who also needed to be irrigated and back, and the bucket of irrigated water was crooked and sprinkled on the drawing board of the ragged clothes.

The drawing board was terrible paper, and it was very polluted.

Out of complete instinct, his hands flashed out and he rescued the drawing board to the right side of his body.

The painting paper was not polluted, and the thirty-six boxes full of paint were sadly, and with a "bang", they were buckled to the ground.

The seventeen-year-old girl only had time to burst into tears, and at that time, she had not yet learned the skills of arguing with others, and did not know how to negotiate.

In such a desperate picture, a girl in a white embroidered jacket, bent over and crying, trying to save thirty-six colorful colors, using a utility knife to separate the mixed paints and put them back together.

A hand stretched out, a white and bright paint box, full of thirty-six colorful colors, the red, yellow, blue and green series of color arrangement habits are exactly the same as the box that is buckled......

Fushang raised her teary eyes and was slightly stunned.

The examination room was set up outdoors, and the sun at more than ten o'clock was draped on a slender figure, the figure was slightly bent, and the intact paint box was sent into the hands of the dress, and silently took the one that was detained, silently, and left......

The invigilator cleared his throat and announced loudly: "Pay attention to the discipline of the examination room, do not move around at will, and hurry up." ”

The girl in the white embroidered jacket looked around with a heavy paint box, but she didn't find a slender figure.

At that time, did he say something to thank or shirk? Her hazy teary eyes saw only a small silhouette in the sun, and even her face was blurred......

It was from that small silhouette that I started from the bottom of my heart, and I had a feeling of regret and regret, regret that I couldn't express anything about my chattering temperament, regret that I was not happy and sensitive, and delayed the opportunity for others to take the exam.

For more than ten years, the clothes were rarely animated again, and the precious 36-grid paint box was permanently sealed and dried up into 36 paint blocks.

The lonely woman sat cross-legged in the oblique light and shadow, the fine dust was flying, and the memories of the long years were slowly wrapping around......