It's not easy to paint in winter.

Because it is rare for stiff hands to get inspiration, let's not talk about whether the painting is good or not, Mr. Lin's criticism is that whoever is on the wheel will be depressed for a day.

Mr. Lin has completely obtained the true biography of the Lin family's poisonous tongue, and the sentences he says are sharper than one word. In Mr. Lin's eyes, painting is the embodiment of art, and all acts of slandering painting are shameful and unforgivable. So every time they go to class, Tang Yao and a group of people do their best to paint, and even a half-hearted person like Si Shen doesn't dare to be a little sloppy.

If you only sketch, it's nothing more than rubbing some black charcoal on your clothes and the roots of your palms, and just wash your hands quickly. But after the second grade, Tang Yao began to learn to color, and washing paint plates in winter was really a tricky job. The tap water in the school toilet, for some reason, was cold and abnormal, and finally washed the pen holder palette, and when I walked out of the toilet with a bunch of painting tools, there were still some water droplets left on my hands, and the cool breeze blew, and the water droplets instantly froze into water droplets and solidified on the surface of the skin.

That winter, Tang Yao had chilblains. I didn't see anything in the cold winter, but my skin was a little red and swollen, and I felt a slight tingling. At the beginning of spring, something was wrong. The back of the hand bulged in the shape of a steamed bun, and the frostbite that had been silent for a winter began to cheerfully welcome the arrival of spring, Tang Yao's whole back of the hand was extremely itchy day by day, and he didn't dare to scratch it, for fear that the crystal-like skin would be broken, and the whole back of the hand would be rotten, so he had to endure it, thinking depressedly that the spring he had finally looked forward to turned out to be so difficult. Tang Yao began to feel a little nostalgic for the good things of the past. Although the past is unbearable, looking back, there are still some small happiness that have to be said.

In the art classroom that day, it was Si Shen who stayed.

Tang Yao was a little surprised, according to Si Shen's temper, after completing the task, how to coerce and lure him, he will not move his hands again, today is not the spring breeze, ten miles of peach blossoms blooming?

Tang Yao took a step forward, "Si Shen, it's so late, why are you still here?" ”

"Oh, it's a woman." Si Shen saw that it was Tang Yao, and the hand that was supposed to cover it was instantly put down.

"What to draw? Still want to be secretive? Tang Yao walked over and saw that it was actually a woman's appearance.

"The artistic atmosphere is strong, as soon as your magic pen Ma Liang's hand comes out, it's not what kind of girl you want to be."

"I lend you good words." The four Shen Hanhan smiled, completely missing the hippie smile on weekdays. Young Master Shen, who had a serious face, made Tang Yao not very comfortable.

Tang Yao glanced at Si Shen's painting a few times, and commented, "There is still some aura lacking in the eyes, and then atomize it, and the girl who is gentle like water is pitiful." ”

"To put it mildly, I'll change it, change it." Si Shen added a few strokes to the woman's eyes, and asked, "Woman, like you ask for advice, this painting is finished, how to send it?" ”

"Like me for advice?" Tang Yao didn't know when she became an expert in this area. Some didn't understand and looked at Si Shen.

Si Shen raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of "You can do this." ”

Tang Yao picked up the vacant sketchpad on the side and buckled it on Si Shen's head, Si Shen was clever, flashed by, and fled to the open space on the side.

"The woman spares her life."

Si Shen's scream instantly deflated Tang Yao, Si Shen's undeveloped child's voice was deafening, no matter how you heard it, it felt like a bandit bullying a girl from a good family. Tang Yao's heart was full of smiles, and she couldn't laugh with her presumptuousness, so as not to affect her image as a heroine in Sishen's heart.