Yin Xiaorou smiled and denied, "It's just a casual drawing." ”

The girl looked at her teasingly, "You are Teacher Qin's most satisfied student, and you are the best in the oil painting competition in the academy every year." ”

The other chimed in, "Whenever you come out, it will be a good product, how can there be a casual painting." ”

Outside the door, a figure streaked by.

He wore a plain shirt of excellent texture, Oxford leather shoes on his feet were full of color, and his hair was meticulously combed back to reveal a handsome face.

He always did.

Mature, handsome, and full of the artist's male hormones.

Yin Xiaorou's eyes followed him, until he entered the office, and his eyes couldn't hide and darkened a little.

There was still a smile on his face.

"It's not as exaggerated as you say."

"How can it be an exaggeration, Teacher Qin said it in the freshman class, you are his protégé."

Yin Xiaorou smiled slowly, accidentally erased too many gray tones on the canvas, silently changed the pen knife, and scraped off the dirty paint.

The long eyelashes cover the very faint unwillingness under the eyes.

But she ......

And he didn't just want to be his protégé.

Office.

Qin Fengmian stirred the hot coffee and looked at the bubbles floating on the upper layer.

Thinking back to what happened last night, my mind is still drifting a little.

On his birthday, he was booked a month in advance for the VIP ticket for the exhibition.

His fiancée, who had never been interested in these things, had just returned to China and had invited her to see an exhibition of her paintings.

But in her eyes, those paintings are meaningless and boring lines, colors, and deconstructed figures.

When he explained the meaning behind it in detail, she still did not understand why he used colors that did not conform to common sense to compose the picture.

Just like human blood is bright red, why use blue?

If it weren't for the temporary work call that called her away, the two would have almost fought in the exhibition hall for this.

Since then, I rarely invite her to the exhibitions I like.

But yesterday, I met Yin Xiaorou at the door of the exhibition.

The student he had always been proud of, she shared a common aesthetic style with him.

And more often, her trendy ideas and unique insights into art can make him feel bright.

Yesterday was his birthday, and his fiancée didn't even have a greeting.

After watching the exhibition together, on the road to pick up the car, under the dim street lamp, his student looked straight at him with her beautiful eyes.

Taking out the gift from the back, it is a delicate fountain pen.

"Teacher Qin, happy birthday."

He was a little surprised, the pen was mentioned by accident during a lecture.

This brand has long been extinct, and it is not known where the students found it.

Say thank you with a smile.

But his student, standing on tiptoe, kissed him on the lips.

"Also, I like you."

This is the first time she has poked her heart so bluntly, in the past, he could pretend to turn a blind eye to the previous looks, metaphors, and temptations, or politely refuse, but this time.

His students, kissed him.

Qin Fengmian grabbed the pen suddenly, and for a moment he lost his mind, he knew very well that this relationship must end without a problem.

He was her mentor and ......

He's getting married.

He heard the restraint in his voice, "Xiaorou, I'll transfer you to Teacher Ge's side." ”

The girl's tears fell a little distressingly, and for the first time, he clearly realized that this student of his might really like himself.

And not blind worship.

"Teacher Qin, I don't want to go."

Qin Fengmian took a deep breath, forced himself to come back to his senses from his memory, lifted his coffee and took a sip, the slightly bitter and fragrant taste of cocoa powder numbed his nerves.

I saw the pen in the pen holder and rubbed my temples.

After all, I threw the email with the nominal application in the trash.