In the weekend sketching class of the second semester, Chang Jian inexplicably transferred in. Tang Yao's mind was dizzy when he read back and forth from Xu Zhimo's poems that were tormented by Mu Sisi, and he was trained by Teacher Lin for two weeks in a row.

Tang Yao didn't know that Teacher Lin was her distant cousin until she married her daughter and went to drink the wedding wine. Thinking about it, I thought hard about it and meditated behind closed doors for a long time, and thought of several plans, and in the end, it turned out that everyone was relatives. Tang Yao suddenly felt collapsed for no reason.

Knowing this, Tang Yao didn't need to bother at that time, she asked this teacher to find that and that to discuss, and also used her mother's face to greet Lao Yu. Tang Yao could sit directly in front of Teacher Lin, slapped her legs, and shouted, "Cousin, the eldest niece is in trouble", and the matter was over. Tang Yao faintly felt in her heart that Teacher Lin should have known the identity of her eldest niece early on. She is young, and she has seen few people in her family, so it's normal to not know who is who. Teacher Kelin was in her thirties at that time, and it was impossible that she hadn't seen her once. He didn't say it, he didn't break it, and he talked to her about breaking the rules or not, and the attempt to buy people's hearts is very obvious now. The men of the Lin family are all thinking deeply, and Tang Yao is fortunate to meet two of them in this life. From now on, the water will flow for a long time, and be careful.

"Next week you move to the morning class and be sober. I watched you get sleepy in the afternoon or how did you recruit it, did your soul head fly or didn't bring it out? Teacher Lin pointed to Tang Yao's head, "What about the aura inside?" ”

"Teacher Lin, you tap, there was still a trace left, but now it has been scattered by you." Tang Yao covered her head and stepped back.

"If you disperse, you will get together again, and if you can't get together before next Saturday, don't come, what do you see you are drawing? Romantic abstract art? The lines are not lined, the direction of the shadow is also reversed, not only do you not bring the soul head, but also the brain? Teacher Lin looked angry, and his mouth gushed Tang Yao.

Tang Yao glanced at his painting, and indeed even the shadows were reversed, and he wanted to quibble for himself, but the truth was cruel and bloody, Tang Yao didn't have the face to say anything more, so he had to stand respectfully beside Teacher Lin, with a depressed face, and nodded vigorously.

On the way back, Mu Sisi asked Tang Yao, "You haven't been in a state lately." ”

"It's all you, it's okay to read any ghost poems."

"What did I read?" Mu Sisi looked innocent.

Tang Yao was angry, this initiator actually pretended not to know, "Who keeps saying that there should be at least one time in your life, forgetting yourself for someone, not asking for results, not asking for peers, not asking for what you once had, not even asking you to love me, just asking for you to meet you in my most beautiful years." My soul is scattered by your incomprehensible incantation. ”

"I don't know if you're still telling it so well, you don't want to listen to it. Don't you have the ability to keep your ears open to what's going on outside the window? ”

"You're here to provoke, aren't you?" Tang Yao thrust his hands around his waist, "What, are you going to have one?" ”

"Good women don't fight, not to mention I'm still a lady."

As soon as Tang Yao heard this, she began to roll up her sleeves, Mu Sisi hurriedly came over and grabbed Tang Yao's hand, and said with a smiling face, "Don't, I'm not happy for you, this is fate, let lovers come together." ”

"It could have been a good sign, but now you have made a mess and cut off the marriage bridge in the chaos. I'm going to my morning class next week. Good things are destined to be grinding, and fate is destined. Whatever it is. ”