Pei Qianchen was lying on the bed, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he said that it was time to buy clothes, how much money was left in his pocket, and whether the food was enough to eat.

Life weighed a heavy burden on this young man who was only twenty years old, and he was a little out of breath.

The chirping bird stood on the wire and began to scream, waking up Pei Yuanxi, who was still asleep.

When she woke up, she saw the hot tub and towel placed at the head of the bed, and the toothbrush with squeezed toothpaste, and she couldn't help but smile contentedly.

Another good day.

Due to the hot weather, Pei Yuanxi easily got up from the bed and carefully washed his face.

She actually resents washing her face with hot water in the summer, but the water in the well in the yard is cold and scary, which can make people fall into the cold of winter in an instant.

For the thing of the well, Pei Yuanxi also saw it for the first time, it was a simple pumping device installed in the yard, which was rare in the environment where there were water pipes everywhere.

Sometimes Pei Yuanxi has deep doubts that she is from the twentieth century back to the eighties and nineties, but she is also willing to accept new things.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Pei Yuanxi packed up the textbooks he wanted to bring, and lay on the side of the door to watch Pei Qianchen busy with his work.

Before she could wake up, she heard the creaking sound of the well crunching outside, probably because there was no water in the bucket again.

Pei Qianchen was busy making sandwiches.

Two slices of lightly fried bread, spread with salad dressing, sandwiched with a slice of egg and a slice of ham, and finished with a small lettuce.

Pei Yuanxi took a bite, and the sweet sauce and several layers of taste merged in her mouth, making her eyes squint happily.

And Pei Qianchen squatted on the side and ate hot white steamed buns, accompanied by a bag of mustard.

Boys don't like to eat sweet things, this is the excuse Pei Qianchen made when Pei Yuanxi asked him why he didn't eat sandwiches.

After all, the material is still too expensive for them now.

There was a bicycle parked in front of the door, borrowed by a neighbor's family, and occasionally used when it was too late to walk.

Pei Qianchen was riding in front, with Pei Yuanxi behind her, carrying a small bag and holding a dozen drawing papers in her hand.

The two of them are in the same school, fortunately, in order to show generosity before Pei Shangjin entered, they paid their tuition fees for several years at one time, otherwise Pei Qianchen really couldn't afford to sell himself.

Pei Qianchen sent Pei Yuanxi to the high school first, and came to the 10th grade junior art class with the drawing paper.

That's right, Pei Qianchen, who looks arrogant and arrogant, actually studied art.

This made everyone unacceptable at first, and the reason was only known to Pei Qianchen himself.

He had a slight mania, and one day he accidentally found a random drawing on paper, and he actually quieted down.

I just learned this.

At that time, Pei Shangjin didn't expect Pei Qianchen to make a lot of money, so he should cultivate his hobby, so he agreed.

With the bell of class, Pei Qianchen also sat down, and most of the more than 20 students in the class had a good time with Pei Qianchen, because he also had a talent for painting.

But since the accident, he has become a lonely person in an instant, sitting alone in the corner and holding a pen.

"Pei! Shallow! Early morning! What are you drawing? ”

Teacher An Ran was wearing a sky blue dress and stepped on slender heels, and Gadagada walked in.

walked straight to Pei Qianchen, and slapped the thick pile of oil painting paper in his hand on Pei Qianchen's table.

The paper fell on the table, kicking up fine white dust, which was extremely hazy under the light of a ray of light.

Pei Qianchen glanced down and didn't make a sound, the painting was indeed painted by him perfunctorily, the shape was messy, the proportion was not considered, and even the colors were smeared seven times or eight times.

"What's the matter with you kid, isn't such a good talent a waste?"

An Ran saw Pei Qianchen's gradually drooping eyes, and panicked, whether he was too strict.

After all, she has just graduated not long ago, and she is still interning, so she can't ruin her future because of this little thing.

"Teacher, I've been in a bad state lately, pay attention next time."

Hearing that An Ran's tone was not so tough, Pei Qianchen also softened.

He is like this, no matter how others treat him, he will return it as it is, he will not deliberately slander, and he will not pretend to be generous.

Raising his eyes slightly, through the light, Pei Qianchen looked at this intern teacher clearly and seriously for the first time.

She was only two or three years older than him.

Her pupils are very special, they are hazy pale pink in the faint light, her small round face has a peach-like chin, and her cheeks are crimson.

The light blue waist is tied with a lace bow edge, which sets off her waist well, her posture is very beautiful, standing and sitting are as elegant as a swan, even if she is tired, she will straighten up,

It is said that this teacher also leads dance classes part-time, and also has many musical instruments, and is a favorite among teachers.

To say that Pei Qianchen felt that her only deficiency was that the waves on her chest were too undulating, which did not match her slender figure, but was a little more enchanting and charming.

"Report!"

A clear but not serious pronunciation, the last word must be pulled a long voice appeared at the door.

Pei Qianchen listened to the sound of untidying, and didn't think that Eryi was coming.

He was a late professional in Teacher Anran's class.

Almost all the large and small class hours are covered.

"Well, let's go inside."

An Ran was also used to it, and did not look back, only waved her hand lightly behind her and whispered a perfunctory word.

"Don't, teacher, I'm late, how can I go back?"

Eryi looked like he was cheap and obedient, pulling the cloth strap of the shoulder bag back and forth in his hand, and kicking the ground on his legs.

Live like a monkey released from a zoo.

An Ran finally got impatient, turned around and scolded sternly: "Give me back!" ”

In the class she leads, I'm afraid the most disobedient is this second one.

Er Yi was originally joking with a smile, but when he saw An Ran's cold face, he immediately got into the stool next to Pei Qianchen.

"Hey, don't be angry, I'm kidding."

The whole class knew that Eryi, a student, was bold and liked Teacher An Ran.

"I think you're another day of under-beatening."

Pei Qianchen shook his head helplessly.

"Tsk, I see you're itchy again."

Eryi stiffened his mouth back, although he couldn't beat Pei Qianchen, but it was still very refreshing to get over the addiction.

"Okay, continue to revise your drawings today, don't leave class if you don't finish correcting them!"

The studio is very different from other classes, and the teachers talk about very few theories, so An Ran spends most of her time sitting at the lectern, staring at their hands, and she is very happy to see who is drawing.

If anyone's hand stays still, the little steel ruler in her hand will be rewarded.