Pei Qianchen opened the clinker next to the various color boxes piled up into a hill.

What should I draw?

He stared at the white paper with small uneven bumps and was stunned.

Let's draw a daisy.

The rich fuchsia and fresh lake blue, digging some natal white with a clean brush, the pen is up, the oil painting does not need to be drafted, and the color is dry and covered if it is wrong.

Pei Qianchen has an easy-to-understand understanding of oil painting, that is, to paint the wall, to have color blocks, to alternate light and dark, and it will not be said if you don't use conventional color matching, this is a free world.

The transparent glass swayed the sunlight on Pei Qianchen's brown hair, with a natural golden color.

An Ran glanced at her classmates from time to time, but found that Er Yi looked at her from time to time.

While looking at what else is waving in his hand.

She frowned slightly, this was originally a school for the children of nobles, either rich or powerful, or rich and powerful.

Therefore, unlike the usual universities, the class time here is very short, and most of them are just going through the motions.

In such a short period of time, do you want to waste it?

An Ran, who has always been responsible and serious, couldn't bear it, so she got up and walked over.

"If you don't draw well, it always depends on what the teacher does?"

Er Yi hurriedly covered his words with a piece of white paper, and his mouth couldn't be clear: "Ah, I don't look at the teacher, you go back." ”

Ghosts.

"Look! There are beautiful women! An Ran suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed out the window, only to see more than a dozen boys except for Eryi looking out of the window.

“...”

"Teacher, are you sure it's a beauty?"

A boy pointed at Duan Luxiao passing by outside the window with a paintbrush, and he was also so frightened by the scream that he suddenly didn't dare to move.

So one of the old men stared at a group of old men, and had to endure their obscene gaze before they had time to change.

"Teacher? Is there something wrong with you? Out of politeness, Duan Luxiao tilted his head and asked An Ran.

"This... No, no. ”

An Ran covered her face, this is too coincidental, hey, why did you point to someone?

It's also Duan Luxiao...

An Ran has a little secret buried deep in her heart, even her mother doesn't know.

When An Ran first came to the school for an interview, it was a cold and damp rainy day.

The streets are full of clear flowing waves, soaking the soles of all kinds of shoes, and the rain falling like fine needles on the top of the head is very irritating.

The rain is not heavy, and it does not fall into a ball.

Wearing a pair of black high heels, An Ran shuttled through the haze of the sound of rain and the roar of cars, holding a small umbrella in her hand, but not opening it.

When carrying a bag and wearing a well-fitting professional shirt and dress, it is cumbersome to carry an umbrella.

She trusted her speed, and she didn't think the rain could spray up.

It's just that God is afraid that the world will forget its existence and symbolically show its face.

Dididi——

Traffic jams are normal on rainy days, but this block, the whole road is full of flashing headlights, horns, and traffic light jumps.

It really made An Ran a little dizzy.

She could already see the school, just one road away.

Three, two, one.

The green light is on.

An Ran quickly lifted her skirt and rushed across the road at the speed she had measured.

Whew, arrived smoothly, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and relieved the tension just now.

But she didn't see a black BMW flying behind her at high speed, and there were puddles everywhere around her.

Hearing the sound of the car, she suddenly realized something, and was about to open the umbrella, but it was too late.

The multi-ton car was pressed into the puddle and left with a bang, and the water splashed quickly and flew towards An Ran purposefully.

"Ahh

A boy in black happened to be beside An Ran, and he raised his umbrella without hesitation.

Thorn -

No matter how ruthless the water drops were, they were all blocked by the umbrellas, and not a drop was left behind.

An Ran still maintained a posture of bending over to hide from the rain, and a low and gentle male voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"It's okay."

Duan Lui Xiaosuo put away the umbrella and stood in place.

An Ran hurriedly straightened up and looked up and down to see if it had been poured out.

Luckily, nothing.

She looked up excitedly to thank her, but found that the man had disappeared.

However, An Ran can see his face clearly, he belongs to the category of cold and misanthropy, and it looks like people dare not approach, but if you dare to look at him, you will find the hidden endless tenderness.

Later, An Ran took office, and only learned through the teachers that that the person's name was Duan Luxiao.

"He's that good-looking?"

With a snap, he broke the pen in half, and glared angrily at Duan Luxiao outside the window.

"Who told you to drop your pen!"

An Ran was also angry, did she see who had anything to do with him?

She's a teacher, is it his turn to teach her?

"I bought the pen myself, of course I can drop."

Eryi raised his right eyebrow, took a new pen, and put it in the green paint to mix it vigorously.

Then he stood up and walked towards the window with a figure-eight step.

Large chunks of paint were smeared on the glass in front of Duan Luxiao's eyes.

Circles, tails, paws, heads.

Eryi was very smooth through the glass, and drew a green turtle on Duan Luxiao's face.

High School - Senior 30 Class.

Pei Yuanxi crawled lazily on the desk, clasping his fingers boredly.

Next to her, a girl with her hair dyed pink was typing with her head down and her eyes focused on the screen of her phone.

Pei Yuanxi is dressed in a pink skirt and looks very well-behaved, but the girl next to her is dressed very strangely, and her whole body is out of place with the people around her, revealing a fashion atmosphere that ordinary people can't control.

The earrings are two fluffy bunnies with tiny ones hanging on them.

"Sakura, are you still chatting with your little brother?"

Pei Yuanxi glanced at the screen, the corners of the gossip mouth rose, and the girl didn't look at Pei Yuanxi and muttered.

"No, there's nothing to say to him."

Luo Ying said indifferently, but quickly clicked on QQ in her hand, and there was a top unread chat on it, which was a boy's avatar.

The screen name is unique.

Whoever is reliable will go.