The place where the two went on a date is the library. A lot of people will say that library dating is not good! That's what you don't understand. There are not many people in the library and it is quiet, and the most important thing is that there are air conditioners in summer and winter, and now the weather is outside in less than an hour and you are full of tears, what kind of love is there to talk about!

On Sunday afternoon, the two walked into the city library together. As soon as she entered the reading room, the aunt at the door smiled at the two people: "It's here!" "Auntie likes Fang Yi and the two of them, in Auntie's words, the male baby is tall and handsome, and the female baby is white and beautiful, and she is a pair of small wall people. It's rare to fall in love and come to the library, and now young people can have this heart.

"Hmm!" Fang Yi nodded at his aunt, let go of his girlfriend's hand and wanted to take out the library card from his pocket.

The aunt smiled and waved her hand: "Don't dig it, every time I see the two of you go in directly, there is no one in the seat where you usually sit!" ”。

Mu Jin smiled and said, "Thank you!" ”。

The aunt looked at the backs of the two of them and turned the bookshelf and disappeared, and sighed: "Look at these two children, how polite they are!" ”。

Every time the two of them came to the corner of the library, Fang Yi, the same double chair, hugged Mu Jin's waist, and with the other hand, he flipped through the picture album he had just borrowed, and the master works printed on copperplate paper. However, no matter how good the printing is, it is only eight open, and I really can't see any brushstrokes or anything like that, so it can only be regarded as a few wins.

Mu Jin is holding a very popular romance novel in his hand and is looking at it with relish. Fang Yi doesn't like to read this kind of novel, in Fang Yi's words, the whole protagonist is the kind of person who is idle and hurts, as if he doesn't have anything to do professionally and falls in love all day long, and he doesn't even need to make money. What makes Fang Yi the most unaccustomed is that two or three well-born young people are swaying around a heroine, today the heroine finds that she loves this a little more, and tomorrow she finds that she loves that a little more, and at the end of the book, the heroine finds that her heart loves the third. Fang Yi has just one sentence for this kind of novel: what a fucking mess! But my girlfriend loves to watch, so what's the solution? Besides, Fang Yi didn't have the power to stop it.

I don't know if I saw something that made Mu Jin feel tempted or suddenly became childlike, Mu Jin grabbed her ponytail and swept the tip of her hair on the side of her boyfriend's face.

Feeling an itch on his face, Fang Yi turned his head slightly and lowered his head slightly and said to Mu Jin with a smile, "What's wrong?" ”。

Mu Jin said with a smile: "I remembered what happened two days ago, and I overheard two sophomore girls evaluating which boy was the most handsome in the entire high school, and one thought you were second!" The other said that you are the most handsome when you laugh, how do you feel about hearing this? Isn't it very cool in my heart?"

"Second? So who is the first? Not to mention high school, I've always been the most handsome since I entered junior high school, right? Someone has taken my seat before leaving? Fang Yi chuckled and quipped. Fang Yi didn't care too much about this thing and what the four major school flowers and grass were.

Mu Jin said with a smile: "Say you're fat and you're still panting, let me tell you that you just laugh with two dimples plus points."

"Height doesn't add points?" Fang Yi asked very much in line with his girlfriend's interest.

"What's so good about being as long as a telephone pole, just one meter seven or eight" Mu Jin's height of one meter six or eight is not short among girls, but standing next to Fang Yi's height of one meter eight three still looks a little short. Raising his head and reaching out to rub it on Fang Yi's chin, Mu Jin liked to touch Fang Yi's chin since he fell in love, saying that it was interesting to touch the stubble.

"You're really embarrassed for me" Fang Yi pretended to have a painful expression: "You can't cut your legs a little."

Mu Jin moved his body to lie more comfortably in Fang Yi's arms, and didn't answer Fang Yi to change the topic: "Are you unhappy about anything during this time?" ”。

"Hmm!" Fang Yi sighed softly and explained: "I have encountered some trouble in painting, but I am a little bit hot, and there is almost no progress during this time!" ”。

When Mu Jin heard this, he stretched out his hand and hugged Fang Yi's neck and comforted him: "You are already demonic enough, how long have you only learned, and it adds up to more than a year, and your painting is as good as Wang Qiluo's, if you make rapid progress like before, then you will not let others live?" But even so, I know my boyfriend is a drawing genius! ”。

Although he knew that it was just a comforting word, it also made Fang Yi's inner depression a little less, and he gently kissed Mu Jin's forehead without speaking.

"If you really go to CAFA, the moment between us is a little far away" Mu Jin thought of the moment after both of them went to college, and the moment was a little downset.

"Why don't you also apply to the university in the capital? Or do I change schools and test you in a city? Fang Yi said.

Mu Jin thought for a while and said, "I still don't want it, there are no good art schools in Mingzhu City, isn't it a waste of talent for you to go." I'm also unlikely to go to the capital, my grades are clear, and I don't have any confidence in the north, so it's better to choose one of the two universities in Mingzhu if I go to another school! It's much easier than the universities in the capital, and I don't know why so many students want to run to the capital, do you see the score of the University of Posts and Posts last year, which is higher than that of Shicheng University, and Shida ranks among the top five in the country."

Listening to Mu Jin's complaint for a while, Fang Yi said: "Then you can take the entrance examination to Mingzhu's university, anyway, now that there are phones in the university dormitory, it's really not good, there is still an Internet, let's talk about it at night!" Maybe I'll see you once a month in the future, and the more you look at me, the more I like it."

"you," Mu Jin said with a chuckle as he gently touched Fang Yi's chest with his elbow.

"Read, read!" Touching his chest, Fang Yi said.

chatting a sentence or two from time to time, the two of them just sat quietly in the reading room, easily enjoying the rare leisure time for lovers in the third year of high school.

Two or three hours passed quickly, and two left the library. Fang Yi rode his girlfriend home, not downstairs at Mu Jin's house, but at the door of the community, Fang Yi turned his head and rode towards his home.

Fang Yi's mind remembered his painting problem again, and he slowed down his car speed unconsciously and unexpectedly. As soon as he left Mu Jin's community for about ten minutes, Fang Yi was attracted by a small stall on the side of the road.

An old man with a wrinkled face was sitting on a small bench on the side of the road, playing chess with a middle-aged man. There were two signs next to the old man. One has fortune telling on it, and the other has a portrait on it. Behind the two tree poles was a rope with clips on which several painted portraits of old and young people were clamped.

It can't be this kind of portrait that attracts Fang Yi, it looks good to ordinary people, and the painting is very real. In Fang Yi's opinion, any one of them from the art room is better than the old man's painting, and the things that are painted on the flat are of little value, and they are not even considered painters. This kind of stall is called a portrait, but it is better to say that it is a professional portrait. Some people have old people in their families who have left, and they haven't taken any recent big photos, so they ask these people to draw a big picture.

Fang Yi looked at the stall owner. His hair is all white, his beard is all the way to his chest, and his eyes are on the shelves to see a round old-fashioned glasses, which is very much the style of Master Qi Baishi. Fengcai is a bit similar, but this painting is really not flattering, and it is 108,000 miles away from the master.

On the curb in front of the stall, Fang Yi supported the car with one foot, watching the old man prepare to write down the old man with his mind.

"Xiaoyou, are you going to ask about the future or about the marriage?" The old man of the stall owner immediately noticed that a young man was looking at him, raised his head and asked Fang Yi. When the old man saw Fang Yi, he knew that it was impossible to paint his portrait, there was no sadness or bitterness on his face, and the clothes on his body were also bright, how could he find a portrait of himself, if he didn't have this eyesight, he would still be messing around on the street. If one is excluded, then there is a fortune teller left.,Young people are either futures or girls.,This still needs to be guessed?

Fang Yi simply got out of the car, and the old man threw the chess pieces in his hand onto the chessboard when he saw the young man's movements: "Business is here, this game is here!" ”。

The middle-aged man on the opposite side said: "There are still two steps left for me to win, hurry up."

"What's the hurry! The old man pushed on the chessboard, and several chess pieces immediately messed up. The middle-aged man on the opposite side smiled and said the old thing, and threw down the chess pieces in his hand.

"Say it! What do you want to ask? The old man sat up straight, reached out and stroked the long beard on his chin, trying his best to pretend to be a fairy wind bone. I didn't expect that the red nose that was blown by the wind had already betrayed itself.

Fang Yi pulled a bench and sat down: "I don't count my life!" ”。

"Portrait?"

"Not either!"

"And what are you doing here?" The old man was a little annoyed when he heard this, don't you do anything Aren't you here to entertain me, the little friend in his mouth is gone, and he stared at the young man in front of him.

"I want to ask you to borrow a piece of paper and a pen, and use you as a model to draw a picture, do you think it's feasible?" After Fang Yi finished speaking, he saw the old man put on his face impatiently and said, "I can give money!" Ten dollars, what should you do? ”。

As soon as he heard that he was rich, the old man's face improved a little, and he reached out and touched his beard again: "This is okay, but these ten yuan are a little less, at least fifteen!" After speaking, he looked at Fang Yi with two old eyes open, and as soon as he mentioned the little immortal wind dao bone that was left in the money, he immediately disappeared.

"Okay! Fifteen is fifteen," Fang Yi agreed.

The old man took out a piece of paper from the shabby bag next to him, as well as a pencil head five or six centimeters large, pointed to the drawing board on the small stool next to him, and stretched out his old hand to Fang Yi, signaling to give money.

took two tickets from Fang Yi's hand and put them in his pocket, and immediately said to the middle-aged man who was a few meters away: "A few more plates!" ”。

The middle-aged man walked over with a smile: "You old thing is lazy, pay the last dollar first."

The two muttered and sat down again, setting up the board. Fang Yi picked up a paintbrush and drew a small sketch on the paper. These two chess games Fang Yi painted, and a total of seven or eight paintings were drawn, and Fang Yi withdrew his hand.

Signed his name and took the sketch from the drawing board: "Okay, it's done!" ”。

The old man just finished a plate, stretched out his head to look at the painting in Fang Yi's hand, and wanted to take a casual look, but after this glance, the old man turned his body and took the painting in his hand and looked at it for a while and said, "You little thing wants to smash my field, right?" ”。

What the hell is this, even the old man has been poisoned by the gangsters in Hong Kong City! Still smashing the field? Do you have a field to smash? Two old street trees are worth a little money at best, but is this thing yours?

Without waiting for Fang Yi to speak, the old man himself said: "It's not like that! You don't look like you're going to paint on the street, you're from the art theater? ”。

"It's not!"

"And what are you here to show?" The old man handed the painting to Fang Yi: "The art academy is much better than your painting, you have to show off it in the art academy" After speaking, he turned his head.

When Fang Yi heard this, he immediately realized: Damn! yes, I didn't think to go to the art theater! Immediately stood up from the stool, and did not take the painting: "Thank you! He got into the car and rode home.

The old man looked at Fang Yi and disappeared for a while, and directly took the painting in his hand and put it in his old bag.

The middle-aged man next to him asked, "This painting is not as good as yours!" ”。

"You know the! It's a very good little thing, and I'll keep it for nothing," said the old man.

"You're still a scholar, young man?"

"Taizu taught us to live and learn! You young people are not practical now," the old man said proudly: "Hurry up and play chess!" ”