In the next week, Tang Song was busy making reports, Mo Bei was busy with classes, and the two never crossed paths.

A few more things were sent at home, Mo Bei stuffed the food in the cabinet, asked his roommate to do it himself, and took out a notebook from the bookshelf to take notes.

After all, college classes are different from high schools, individual teachers speak fast, and the class notes on the pages of a class are written very messily, and the speed of hands and speech cannot be compared, and the result is that the more the word is written, the uglier it becomes. She copied two lines and stared at the words for a long time to figure out which one was next.

You have to carefully distinguish what the words are.

Grandpa Mobei was also a gentleman in a local private school when he was young, and he wrote beautifully, and his children also practiced in the sand with their ears around their ears since they were young.

It is said that there are no more than three generations of wealth, and the writing is probably the same, if Mobei writes seriously, it is still square, and it is impossible to read it if he writes quickly.

After finishing her notes for three classes, her brain ached suddenly.

Wang Yue came back from the toilet, looked behind her, and heard her sigh helplessly holding her cheeks, and couldn't help laughing: "Why don't you buy a calligraphy book to practice?" How much trouble is this? ”

She replied vaguely, "I don't have the patience to practice." ”

"You've got the patience to sort it out."

There are eight or nine courses in a semester, each of which has a corresponding notebook, and they are fortunate enough to read it, so detailed that it can be used as a cheat sheet, but it is also a headache to organize the records day after day.

Mo Bei said that he was impatient, maybe patience just pointed in the wrong place.

Mo Bei sat for an hour, her back was stiff, and when she stood up, her bones crackled, she hissed, and went to the toilet with a twisted posture.

"Where are we going to eat at night? I want to eat roast duck noodles, but the three canteens are too far away. ”

When Mo Bei came back, she heard them chatting, she changed her shoes, washed her hands and face, climbed into bed and leaned on to listen to their entanglement, and finally ended the topic with takeout.

Fang Xinzi played with the mobile phone for a while, looked over the phone and secretly looked around everyone's faces, and finally made up his mind: "I have a problem now." ”

"What?"

"The senior of the Academy of Fine Arts is the ......one who helped me with my luggage at the beginning of the school year," she said while observing everyone's expressions, Xu Xingyan reacted first, and said in a stack that she remembered.

"He's still in touch with you?"

Mo Bei also remembered that the boy who was very gentle and white sent Fang Xinzi downstairs to the dormitory, because she couldn't lift her luggage upstairs, and she discussed with the dormitory manager for a while, and it happened that Mo Bei was receiving the key, and he left when he heard the dormitory number saying that he could help.

“…… He asked me to go to an exhibition on Saturday. ”

"Go."

Fang Xinzi hesitated a little: "I just met him...... Wouldn't it be nice to go out alone? ”

"You want someone to accompany you?" Mo Bei understood.

Fang Xinzi looked over expectantly: "Brother Bei, you won't go home anyway." ”

"I can't," she laughed, "I'll be jealous when I go." ”

Wang Yue and Xu Xingyan laughed.

Fang Xinzi's face suddenly turned red, and his eyes widened: "you!" ”

Mo Bei still went on Saturday because Wang Yue and Xu Xingyan had gone home.

The seniors waited at the school gate, and they were obviously stunned when they saw Mo Bei. Fang Xinzi whispered to him, and the senior quickly remembered that the two had met.

"Hello, Jin Zichuan."

"Mobei."

"I know, you're ......," he said, as he pondered his words, "famous." ”

She smiled and didn't say anything more.

After all, Mo Bei was just a light bulb that provided a sense of security, and she consciously followed them one step closer and put on headphones to reduce her presence.

Fang Xinzi quietly breathed a sigh of relief, it was really right to take Mo Bei, he didn't steal the limelight at all and didn't gossip.

However, in Jin Zichuan's eyes, it is still debatable not to steal the limelight.

At least on the way from the dormitory to the school gate, he saw a lot of girls eager to come and talk.

Of course, the person you are talking to will not be yourself......

He quietly glanced back, Mo Bei lowered his head and didn't notice it, so he touched Fang Xinzi and said meaningfully: "Your roommate is very popular." ”

"That's right!" Fang Xinzi thought of something and said with a smile: "She was stopped by a girl to confess that she went for a run at night before, and now she dares to go out to run in the morning when others haven't gotten up yet." ”

"Don't they know she's a woman?"

"Some people don't know, right...... A lot of it is deliberate, though. ”

The sourness in Jin Zichuan's heart gradually faded, and he even had some sympathy: "Then she won't bend, right?" ”

"No......" Fang Xinzi was a little worried.

She looked back again, Mo Bei happened to raise her head, and suddenly she looked at each other, a piece of sunlight fell on her face between the leaves, she half-squinted her eyes, the upward arc of the tail of her eyes made her eyes blurry, and her sharp eyebrows suddenly showed a little tenderness and affection.

Fang Xinzi's heart was filled with dog blood for a while......

She turned her head sharply, took a deep breath, and came to a conclusion in a panic: "That must be someone else's first." ”

Jin Zichuan watched her series of reactions, silently ate lemons in his heart, and echoed with a smile on his face.

After all, it's because of the gender defeat and the big guy in the school grass battle, and he doesn't lose if he loses.

Although it was a weekend, there were not many people in the museum, the exhibition hall was not overly decorated, the white walls were lined with the colors of the paintings, the lights were bright, and the music was soothing, creating a quiet atmosphere.

Mo Bei followed a few steps and stopped in front of a painting, the two of them didn't pay attention, chatted quietly and walked in.

She waited for a few minutes and sent a WeChat message to Fang Xinzi to indicate that she would contact her when she left.

She walked slowly in the opposite direction, looking at the paintings on display.

There are only two protagonists in the painting, a man and a woman, their faces have been changing from young to old, and their clothes, environment, and expressions are slowly changing, from youthful spirit to kindness and kindness.

The two did not share the same frame once, but the two corresponded and hung together.

The more Mo Bei looked, the more she noticed that the brushstrokes of men and women seemed to be a little different, she got closer, and sure enough, she saw two names from the author column in the lower corner.

"It's my father and mother." Someone behind him suddenly whispered.

She was startled for a moment, turned her head and saw a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament, he smiled at her, raised his hand and pointed to the painting on the wall, the scene in the painting is on the shore of a lake, there are willow trees on the shore, weeping branches sweep across the lake, a circle will scatter ripples are frozen by the picture, the people in the two paintings are separated from the left and right, but look at each other.

"They have known each other since childhood, and they both like to draw since they were children, and the first person they draw is each other, and the last person is also each other."

"Childhood sweetheart."

He nodded, "yes, can you take a look inside?" Paintings of their youth. ”

"Thanks, I'll see for myself."

Mo Bei refused, but the man did not leave, and followed her to explain to her the meaning of the painting and the opportunity to create.

"To them, these paintings are like photographs...... They have never taken a photo, the previous generation has its own romance, and the kind of surprise and preciousness recorded by their own hands cannot be compared to anything, they are...... Alive, is perfect. ”

Mo Bei felt that he was a little too excited.

The mobile phone rang, and Fang Xinzi sent a WeChat message saying that he was waiting for her at the door.

"I'll go first, thank you for the explanation."

She explained the reason and was about to leave, but the man stopped in a hurry, saw her frowning and quickly apologized, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over: "My name is Hu Linwei, I want to ask you to be my model." ”

Fang Xinzi was worried that Mo Bei wouldn't hear the mobile phone prompt, so she called again, Hu Linwei didn't give way again, she could only take the business card: "I'll think about it, goodbye." ”

Hu Linwei watched her leave, watching her walk into the narrow passage, the light above her head was not as bright as in the hall, and the light from afar came in, and the walking body was modified into a narrow shadow.

He turned his head and slowly traced his fingers along the outline of the woman in the painting, and said to it, "She said she would think about it." ”

After he finished speaking, he smiled softly.