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In the evening, Wuhu.

Yin Xiaorou stood in front of the Mountain Hotel, counting the list of freshmen in Class A of the Oil Painting Department.

"I'm Yin Xiaorou, the class assistant of Class A, and the accommodation arrangements for the past five days have been sent to the notification group, two people in one room."

"Everyone is free to move around tonight, and we will gather at the door of the hotel at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, and we will go to Wuhu together."

"In the past few days, everyone's works will participate in the academy art awards, and the outstanding works that have won the ranking will be sent to the national competition."

Yin Xiaorou finished explaining the matter, and took the squad leader to the front desk to register information and get the room card.

The rest of the class is free to move around.

The orange autumn sun splashes on the surface of the lake, adding a layer of afterglow to the otherwise cool mountain scenery.

Zhang Feng yawned and looked at Bai Ge and He Li with teary eyes.

"Why don't you go find something to eat first, take the car all the way, starve to death."

Bai Ge glanced at him and poured a sip of Nongfu Spring.

He walked away into the trail with his bag over one shoulder and waved his hand.

"Not hungry."

"Huh? Ge Ye ...... "Don't go......

Zhang Fengshou stretched out his hand and scooped up a handful of air weakly.

Glancing at He Li, who was a little silent with a dark face next to him, he scratched his head in embarrassment, "Cough, Lao He, are you hungry?" ”

He Li turned his head sideways and took off his sunglasses, and his dark eyes clearly reflected the outline of Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng immediately turned his head awkwardly, looked at the lake, and changed the topic stiffly, "Hahahahahaha, Lao He, you look at this sun so well." ”

He Li pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly, and said in a deep voice, "The box is full of your favorite food, I'll go around with Lao Bai twice." ”

Without waiting for him to speak, the tall figure went directly around the path.

"it."

Zhang Feng couldn't help but rub his hair irritably, "Lao He won't be really angry......

He's kidding......

……

There is a relatively hidden height behind the hotel on the mountain, and there are pink reeds next to it, and you can vaguely piece together the torn lake.

Bai Ge took out the exhibition shelf from his bag, put on the drawing board, and familiarly adjusted the paint.

He Li followed the sound and climbed up, found a nearby stone to sit down, and took out a few cans of beer from his bag.

"Do you want to drink?"

Bai Ge raised his eyebrows, and the brush simply drew a few strokes on the white paper, "What, was it rejected?" ”

He Li opened the wine with a calm face, "No." ”

"Then what are you angry about?"

"He has a girlfriend."

"Oh?"

Bai Ge's lips hooked with interest, and a layer of red birch was stacked on top of the red, "Who is it?" ”

"That Ling Wei in Class B."

"Not necessarily true."

"Whether it's true or not, that guy is avoiding me."

Just in the car, I even deliberately asked someone to change the room.

Although this matter was strangled by the master, he still wanted to kick that fool twice.

Bai Ge is smeared on the painting paper, curves, colors, light and shadow are intertwined, colliding with the extremely beautiful vitality.

"Actually, he hid from you, didn't he just show that he cares about you?"

A senior actor who successfully hugged the beauty began to forcibly analyze.

"Perhaps, you can try it."

He Li looked up, "Huh? ”

Bai Ge smiled mysteriously.

"Make him realize he cares."

The flame of jealousy will maximize blind emotions.

This will be the best catalyst for affection.

He Li rubbed his chin meaningfully, "If it happens, I owe you a personal favor." ”

The two of the two spirits exchanged glances.

Bai Ge dotted ink blue in the center of the birch, and the original floating color instantly hit the ground.

He Li looked at his painting and his eyes widened in surprise.

His mastery of color is really advanced.

"What is this painting called?"

"Late."

Bai Ge opened his mouth and mentioned the name of the painting, and his eyes unconsciously warmed up with a warm smile.

He Li, a single dog, only felt an arrow in his knee.

Sunset, lake, pink reeds.

Bai Ge gently looked at the color falling from the brush.

My night.

Will you understand my mind?

For me.

All the beauty in this world is not as shocking as you come.

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