The décor of the apartment is in a Nordic minimalist style, with white and gray tones and cool colors.

There are few ornaments in the room, and the only decent decoration, the "Forest" on the wall, was secretly photographed by the original owner of Qin Fengmian's painting exhibition.

Qianwan changed into a pair of comfortable slippers, walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, which was filled with iced coffee and sealed with plastic wrap for two bowls of soup.

It seems that the child boiled it before going to school.

Qianwan slightly hooked her lips.

On the coffee table, the phone vibrated a few times.

Qianwan scooped a spoonful of soup into her mouth, glanced at her phone, saw that it was a WeChat message from a child, and asked, 'Are you home?' ’

Raised his eyebrows in some surprise, glanced at the clock on the wall without a trace, half past six in the morning.

The sun hadn't come out yet, and it was dark outside.

This milk doll gets up so early to practice her painting skills?

I tapped my fingertips twice, tapped it casually, and sent it over.

It shows that the other party is typing, and then quickly sends a long paragraph.

It seems to have been hammered a long time ago.

To the effect that she was super happy to see the oil and canvas she bought, she just ran out a few days ago and was about to buy them. Then after the military training, the college organized to sketch in the field and went to the mountains, so that she couldn't make soup for most of the month, and let her stay up late today to rest......

Qianwan reclined on the sofa, propped up with one hand behind her head, and her eyes stayed on the place where she couldn't make soup for most of the month.

I watched it back and forth two or three times.

The lips are pursed into a straight line, and the eyelashes are slightly drooping, as if thinking about something.

Then he typed a line of words, 'What time is the military training today?' ’

It ended at four o'clock in the afternoon. ’

Qianwan scooped another spoonful of soup, 'I'll pick you up at five o'clock in the dormitory.' ’

Bai Ge was lying on the bed, looking at the line of words on the screen, his eyes lit up with pleasure, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl.

At his feet was the snoring of his roommate, accompanied by some vague dream words, Bai Ge turned over and rubbed his sour and swollen eyes.

Hit 'yes' and reply.

Before closing his eyes, he glanced at the alarm, which went off forty minutes later.

The consequence of not sleeping much last night is ......

He was woken up by his roommate, "Bai Ge! Fifteen minutes to go! Hurry up! ”

Bai Ge rubbed his swollen head and sighed.

A few boys in the dormitory were busy, Bai Ge changed into camouflage clothes, only brushed his teeth, played with his hair a few times, and stuffed half of his toast in his mouth before going out.

That heroic and upright appearance really looks like a recruit in the army, and he is definitely a handsome guy who is handed over to the country.

The guy on the next bed is called Zhang Feng, the boy who is beautiful and hanging, is applying sunscreen to his face, and he was stunned when he saw that the person who was still lying on the bed was finished cleaning up.

"On this hot day, what about standing in a military posture, don't you apply some sunscreen?"

"No, you don't."

Bai Ge took a sip of water and went out directly.

Zhang Feng looked at his handsome face with envy and jealousy, he was so white without sunscreen......

Waiting to go out of the cliff is the most eye-catching of this kid, and it is estimated that the girls in the whole grade will be smacked by this goods.

So angrily, he wrapped a big lump of sunscreen around his face.

And then......

", any of you want to have some no, I can't wipe it evenly, and I'm confused."

……

Ayton Academy of Fine Arts, studio.

The goose-yellow curtains, the sunlight through the glass, refracted brilliant spots of light on the ground.

A girl in a sky blue dress stands in front of the canvas, her long curly hair is pulled into a pear blossom bun, her apricot eyes are tender like water, and her swan neck is erect, full of pride.

Next to her stood one or two classmates, watching her familiar color mixing and blending.

This studio is specially added for graduate students, and the people are quieter, and there are only two or three in it on weekdays.

"Xiaorou, is this painting going to be taken to the courtyard for competition?" The girl next to her asked.