Soho work tonight was a little absent-minded, although she walked with Fang Yang very chic just now, but when she calmed down, she couldn't help but start worrying, of course, she was worried about Fang Yang more than herself.

Su He knew that Fang Yang had offended Shen Tuliang miserably. Who is Shen Tuliang? That's the deputy director of the art department, the size is the middle leader of the school, Fang Yang is a poor student, no matter how big his ability is, he can't fight him!

As soon as she thought of this, Soho couldn't help but worry, she had always worked hard and accidentally made two small mistakes.

And Fang Yang was also a little bored.

Ning Qiaoqian went back to Ludao City, and the bartender Ah Hua temporarily replaced her. Without Ning Qiaoqian's flirting and scolding, Fang Yang wandered around the bar, always feeling that something was missing.

The beautiful interior of the car on the top of Drum Mountain that day made Fang Yang reminisce.

Thinking of Ning Qiaoqian's sexy and soft body, Fang Yang couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

The dull night seemed to be particularly long, and it was finally half past eleven o'clock, and Fang Yang couldn't wait to go back to the dressing room to change clothes.

Fang Yang and Soho both chose to walk back to school, and as for Ning Qiaoqian's sports car, Fang Yang parked it in the parking space in front of the bar.

The midnight breeze carried a hint of coolness, Su Ho frowned slightly, and walked forward silently with his head down, while Fang Yang was telling jokes on the side, Su Ho was sometimes amused by Fang Yang to smile, but it was still difficult to hide the sadness on his face.

After the two walked into the campus of Rong University, Fang Yang suddenly stopped and asked:

"By the way, Soho, do you have the key to the activity room of the calligraphy and painting club this afternoon?"

Soho was stunned for a moment, nodded slightly, and said:

"Last time, Shen Tufan gave me a handful, saying that it was for my convenience ...... practice."

"This kid really knows the kindness of the Kang family!" Fang Yang's words were full of sourness.

Seeing Fang Yang's jealous appearance, Su He felt a burst of sweetness in his heart, and a shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if his steps were much lighter.

After walking for a while, Soho noticed that something was wrong and asked:

"Fang Yang, let's go wrong! It's not the way to go back to the dormitory! ”

"Silly girl, when did I say I was going back to the dormitory?" Fang Yang gently scratched Soho's lovely Joan's nose with his index finger, and said pityingly, "Let's go to the calligraphy and painting club, you still have a work to complete!" ”

"Huh?" Soho was taken aback, "Now? It's almost 12 o'clock in the evening! Besides, the quality of the entries is very demanding, I didn't learn this in the first place, at most I am just a hobbyist, how can I say that I can do it? ”

Fang Yang looked at Soho with a smile and said:

"Don't worry! Isn't that me? I dare to bring you out of the Painting and Calligraphy Society, and I am naturally sure that you will be able to hand over qualified works! ”

"Let's go, Target Calligraphy and Painting Club! Advance! After Fang Yang finished speaking, he raised his right hand and waved it forward, like a PLA commander in a red movie.

Soho was also unconsciously infected by Fang Yang, strode to follow Fang Yang, and then took the initiative to hold Fang Yang's arm, and said with a hint of shame on his face:

"I'm a little afraid of the dark......"

The two fumbled and turned on the lights in the activity room, and under the dim light, the empty activity room seemed more quiet, and Fang Yang shouted proudly:

"Someone! Pen and ink waiting! ”

"Yes!" Soho was very cooperative, responded crisply, and then opened his cabinet, and neatly arranged brushes, ink strips, rice paper, inkstones, paperweights and other items on the table.

After carefully pouring water into the inkstone, Soho stretched out two green jade fingers, gently picked up the ink strips, and carefully grinded them on the inkstone.

Fang Yang leaned comfortably back in his chair and looked at Soho.

Soho's pale eyes are as pure and focused as water, and her lovely oblique bangs tremble slightly with her grinding movements, exuding a charming sheen in the light.

seemed to feel Fang Yang**'s gaze, a trace of blush gradually appeared on Soho's fair cheeks, she raised her head and glanced at Fang Yang coquettishly, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and continued to bow her head to polish the ink.

Gradually, fine beads of sweat appeared on Soho's forehead. Fang Yang stood up and walked to Soho's side, took out a tissue and carefully wiped away her sweat. Soho looked up and smiled at Fang Yang, and his bright smile seemed to increase the brightness of the dim lights in the activity room.

As soon as Qiē was ready, Soho smiled mischievously while wiping his hands:

"Young Master Fang! Pen and ink are ready! ”

Fang Yang nodded solemnly and said:

"Hmmm! Well done! Xiaohe really deserves to be the virtuous helper of this young master! ”

Soho's face flushed with shame suddenly, and he said:

"Badass! You're a ghost! Get to work! ”

Fang Yang laughed and walked to the table, carefully smoothed and pressed the rice paper with a paperweight, picked up the pen and ate enough ink in the inkstone, and after a little groaning, he took a deep breath and dropped the first stroke.

Soho watched with curiosity.

She found that Fang Yang's temperament seemed to have changed from the moment she put down the pen, changing the taste of the hippie smile just now, and becoming as calm and heavy as a mountain. I saw Fang Yang walking the dragon and snake, and there was an indescribable comfortable smell on his body, as if he was integrated with the whole environment.

Su Ho's eyes fell on Fang Yang, and she was reluctant to move away, and there was a look of intoxication in her eyes, as if Fang Yang was a work of art in itself.

Soon Fang Yang completed a calligraphy work in one go, and at this moment, Soho didn't even have time to glance at the rice paper.

Fang Yang carefully picked up the work that had not dried and blew it gently with his mouth. Su Ho only woke up like a dream at this time, and just now Fang Yang seemed to have a magical aura on his body, which could unconsciously affect the people around him. She looked at Fang Yang in shock, and she really couldn't figure out why he was so young at that moment, he had the demeanor of a master of calligraphy and painting.

"Let's take a look!" Fang Yang put down his work and said to Soho with a smile.

"Oh! Good! There was a hint of panic in Su Ho's tone, he was staring at Fang Yang directly just now, should he not find out......

And when Su Ho's gaze moved to the rice paper, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, his mouth opened slightly, revealing an extremely shocked look, and only after a while did he turn his head to look at Fang Yang and mutter:

"If it weren't for watching you create it on the spot, I can't believe that this painting is from a boy......"

Although Soho is not from a professional background, after all, it has been a short time since he joined the calligraphy and painting club. Moreover, Soho is a person who is extremely serious about doing things, so he may not necessarily be very strong in basic skills in calligraphy and painting, but his vision is incomparable to ordinary people.

Fang Yang wrote a poem by Li Qingzhao's "Dotted Lips", when Soho looked at it for the first time just now, he had a sense of déjà vu, and after recalling it carefully, Suho suddenly found that the word Fang Yang had just written had the charm of Cai Wenji faintly in it.

The whole picture is full of atmosphere, but if you look closely, there is a trace of bitterness that penetrates the back of the paper. Although Cai Wenji's calligraphy has long been lost in the long river of history, and Soho naturally has no chance to see it, she has noticed that many descriptions of Cai Wenji's calligraphy in classics are only very abstract words. As soon as Soho saw Fang Yang's calligraphy, he subconsciously thought of Cai Wenji's calligraphy, which was simply magical.

Fang Yang had expected Soho's reaction, so he just smiled slightly, changed to a smaller brush, and started to pay without saying a word.

Fang Yang's name is naturally Soho's name.

"Wait!" Soho said in a hurry.

Soho originally thought that Fang Yang was at most just helping herself get a work that could be handed over, and it didn't matter with her relationship with Fang Yang. But I didn't expect that this character far exceeded the standard of "crossing", judging by Soho's not very professional eyes, if this character went to the competition, there was a great chance that he could win the award, so if he also signed his name, Soho would not be so at ease.

Hearing this, Fang Yang put down his pen again and looked at Soho with an inquiring eye.

"Fang Yang, the level of your work is really beyond my imagination, if you take it to the competition, you can definitely win the award!" Soho said, "So...... Sign your own name! ”

Fang Yang couldn't help but reach out and stroke Soho's black and silky hair, and said lovingly:

"Little fool! Is mine so clear from yours? Do you still see me like this? ”

Soho's face was flushed with shame, but his heart was as sweet as if he had eaten honey.

Fang Yang continued:

"Besides, I didn't say I wouldn't compete! Tonight, the night is like water, and the red sleeves are fragrant, and Young Master Ben suddenly has a great inspiration and decides to paint again! ”

After speaking, Fang Yang didn't wait for Soho to object again, so he took a brush and signed Soho's name on the calligraphy work, and then took a new piece of rice paper.

This time, Fang Yang didn't rush to put down the pen, he dipped the brush unhurriedly, and looked at Soho from time to time. Su Ho was a little uncomfortable by Fang Yang, and twisted his body slightly.

"Don't move! Hold on a little longer! Fang Yang shouted, startling Soho, but she also maintained the position she had just been and didn't move again.

"That's it!" Fang Yang said, and then decisively put down the pen. Su He breathed a sigh of relief, moved his somewhat stiff neck slightly, and then leaned back in the chair and looked at Fang Yang with a smile on his face.

Maybe men are very charming when they do something seriously.

Soho thought to herself.

At least that's the case with Fang Yang now, I saw that he was engrossed in his pen and his pen was flying, and the humble studio couldn't hide his radiant temperament when he painted.

Su He, who was sitting directly opposite Fang Yang, looked a little confused, and felt that Fang Yang at this time suddenly had a heavy aura, exactly the same as when he created the calligraphy work just now, and his face seemed to be shining with a focused expression.

Although Fang Yang's forehead was soon covered with fine sweat, Soho didn't dare to go over to help him wipe his sweat, for fear of disturbing Fang Yang, who was in the realm of selflessness.

Coherent.

Fang Yang finished his painting.

"Ahh When Soho leaned over to look at Fang Yang's paintings, she couldn't help but let out a shy exclamation.