Malt looked at the indifferent eyes, thinking that he would say something, but in the next second, his eyes jumped away.

"Let's go first," he turned in the other direction and left.

Malt stood in place in a daze, looking at the direction he was leaving, and did not catch up, but shouted behind him: "Senior Mangni, goodbye!" ”。

It seems that such indifference is the character of this person, maybe he is the same for the friends around him, Malt shook his head helplessly, but thinking of what he said just now, it was really heartwarming, before this, few people could interpret Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald so thoroughly, he was the first.

Today is Saturday.,Fortunately, the school is still more humane.,Saturday can finally stop class.,A few days before the start of class.,Everyone is a little confused.,Why art students still have to learn math things (it's because of the bad science of mathematics.,That's why art students.,Alas,It's all tears when you talk too much.。

If you don't listen to the math class well, I'm afraid you're going to fail the subject, although you just came to school, you don't have any concept of the subject, but after all, the face of the subject is not glorious.

But since it's Saturday, you must have a good rest to make up for the sadness of the first five days of full classes, take out your mobile phone to search for a map nearby, it seems that there is a temple that looks good, close to the school, and convenient to go back and forth.

Malt thought about going there with a sketchpad, maybe there would be some good scenery worth recording. Although my painting skills are not particularly high, I am still quite interested in painting, and I like to record some landscapes on the drawing board, even if these landscapes cannot be fully expressed with ink, but that is good after all.

Bring your white bucket hat, hold a drawing board in your left hand, and carry a crossbody bag with dyes of various colors in it, check that you haven't forgotten what you have brought, and then plan to go.

"Malt, where are you going this big Saturday?" Xinrou had already cleaned up early, sat at the table, fiddling with some books in her hands, and asked with some confusion.

Malt smiled at her, "Go to collect the wind", and went out after speaking, because it was the first time to go to this place, so there was no experience, so it was all based on the route indicated on the map, since it was a temple, maybe there were some wishes or something in it, and it was also a very interesting thing to think about.

Today's weather is exceptionally clear, with a few thin white clouds occasionally drifting over the blue sky, occasionally looming over Uncle Sun's side with ease.

Malt covered his eyes with his hands, the sun was a little dazzling, carefully set off according to the location indicated on the map, today is destined to be a day of good mood, maybe because he met the senior in the morning when he ran in the morning!

Ten years later, I really don't know why I was so obsessed with that teenager at that time, and everything that happened at that time may only be explained by the courage and self-confidence of youth....... 〗

Don't look at the distance on the map is so short, but when you actually take action, you find that you have to walk a long way in a short section, but fortunately, the surrounding scenery is still worth seeing, and after walking through the bustling and lively streets, it is finally quieter.

Occasionally, a breeze gently floated in my ears, and the willow trees next to me swayed slightly, but it was under the warmth of Uncle Sun that I realized that this wind was warm.

Finally came to the bottom of the temple, raised his head, and could see the top of the temple from afar, Mai had to sigh: "It seems that the temple is on the mountain!" Looking down from the top of the mountain, it may indeed be a good view."

After a short break, it's time to hit the road. The days of college are really different from the previous days, and the time is completely at your disposal, and sometimes you will fantasize about the future days.

But if this kind of free time is filled, it will feel very meaningful, but most of the time when it is empty will realize that it is a bit wasted.

The mountain path to the temple is made up of steps with many trees planted on both sides of the steps, and walking in them makes the surrounding air fresh.

Occasionally, a few leaves fall next to it, and the shapes of the leaves are different, but it really fulfills the saying: there are no two identical leaves in the world.

It is precisely because there are fewer people here that the malt can become more relaxed, and if there are more people, I am a little nervous.....

"See you in front of my eyes Don't guess how far apart we are When I prepare in the night, I just want the silent to be able to explain" Malt likes this quiet Guo Ding's singing "Reservation" the most, nothing likes to hum two sentences, I was a little sad when I first listened to it, but then I summed up a rule, what mourning songs are not mourning songs, they are all related to the mood at the time, which can't be blamed on this song~

Gradually, you will find that the things you like will form a unique style, just like books, authors, music, and your own painting art, all of which are like forming a cabinet in your mind, each category is in a drawer in the cabinet, and the things in each drawer are unique and form their own style.

Finally came to the top of this mountain, the steps after steps really cost people's strength, if you don't usually exercise, I'm afraid you will be panting for a while, and the malt is okay.

Fortunately, when you look down from the top of the mountain, the scenery is unique, and if it is not as good as expected, I am afraid that it will be in vain.

When you come here, you have to go into the temple to have a look, and the malt has sorted out the hat outside, and you have to bring the rules, and you must be respectful when you go inside.

Don't look at the few people outside, there are really no fewer people inside, everyone is lined up in an orderly manner, and the malt is also following behind, there are all ages and children in the team, but those of the same age as themselves don't seem to be able to pick out a few.

Everyone respectfully made a wish in front of them and kowtowed a few heads and went in the other direction, malt may have a wish, if it can be successful, it will not be in vain.

But this wish just hopes to become an excellent painter in the future, and the rest have to rely on their own efforts, after all, only hard work will not let the wish be disappointed~

After going out, I found a place to take out my sketchpad, chose a place with a fluttering scenery, roughly remembered the surrounding scenery, and then began to conceive.

It is said that art comes from life, and it can only be found from life about the color of art, not to mention whether to find it, but to be able to breathe a breath of fresh air in this fresh scenery, the whole person is unconsciously refreshed, and the spirit is 100 times more ~

But halfway through the idea of the landscape on the drawing board, another person came to mind, obviously having nothing to do with the landscape, and his unique vision of Francis Scott Kee Fitzgerald was so deeply rooted that he deserved to be at the top of the list of top students, and this person's name was simply extraordinary.

"In such a boring landscape, it would be nice if there was one person" A name suddenly appeared in Malt's heart: miscanthus salt.

Although he has not met many times, but through those few meetings, he can clearly remember his low pressure expression, I have never seen a person's expression can be so indifferent, but this indifference is only limited to ordinary times, when he mentioned Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, even his tone was a little impassioned, and Malt was looking forward to it in his heart.....

Before that, my group of words for the word "mango" was limited to mango and the like, but now there seems to be a new word, "mango".

Imagining his previous indifferent expression, coupled with the atmosphere of low pressure, Malt stroked, imagining that this person was standing in front of him at this moment, with his hands and arms outstretched, embracing the scenery of nature (but this kind of thing seems to be something that a person with low pressure can't do, just imagine!). Imagine! ）。

"Change his eyes, if even the eyes in the painting become low-pressure, it won't be interesting, draw the eyes cute, hahaha" I think it's interesting.

A pair of lovely eyes suddenly appeared on a cold face, although it looked a little mismatched, but it was funny after all.

The figure painting was mostly completed, but the landscape painting was only a small part completed, and when Mai raised his head again, and looked at the landscape, he found two men of his own age approaching in the distance.....

I couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that most of my peers don't like to come to this kind of place" and shrugged helplessly.

But when he raised his head again, the two boys in the distance were closer, and Malt seemed to have a premonition of where he had seen that person.

The two of them were talking and laughing, one of them was making some jewelry while walking, and the other was striding forward in a proper manner.

Only then did Malt realize that the boy in the white shirt who was walking in his direction was the person in his painting, but that expression didn't seem to be so indifferent and so low, is he really the first senior on the list of top students?

After reconfirming, I found that my thinking did not have any confusion, and that was indeed Senior Mangni.

Malt didn't expect to meet him here, and she was extremely surprised in her heart, so she immediately put away the sketches on the side, put on her backpack, and ran in his direction.

Raised his right hand and waved it in the air, "Senior Mangni!" Ran in front of him and finally stopped, "Senior Mangni, what a coincidence!" I didn't expect to meet you here" I remembered that we had just met by chance in the morning, and now we met again, is this really what the heavens are hinting at? (Oh oh oh, it's a surprise just to think about).

The two of them stopped, Mangni turned his head slightly, and his low-pressure expression appeared again, looking at her.

Malt didn't expect the boy in front of him to respond to his words with an expression again, and he could only smile awkwardly, "Did Senior Mangni also come to this temple to make a wish?" ”。

"Sort of," he said, and walked forward.

And the person who came with the manganese was extremely excited, and looked at the malt with an incredulous expression.

Malt looked at the mangni and seemed to want to leave, and there were friends beside him, so he had to leave first, "That.... I won't bother you" he pointed to the side, "I'll go over there first."

I had to go to the other side with a sketchpad alone.