His whole heart lifted, and all his attention was on Qu Huazi.

Perhaps out of familiarity with her appearance, Qu Huazi was stunned when she saw the painting, as if she was stunned and shy, she slowly lowered her head, and a shallow flush appeared on her face.

For him, that moment was probably - this painting was worth it.

However...... At this time, Xu Huanxi glanced back at him again, cold, secluded, like watching fire.

At that time, he was ashamed and annoyed, and secretly scolded in his heart why this person was so gossipy?

- It felt like she was watching his jokes.

Soon, everyone discovered that the girl in the painting was Qu Huazi.

Everyone coaxed around Qu Huazi, praised the romance of the painter, praised the charm of Qu Huazi, and even took the initiative to meet Qu Huazi.

However, Qu Huazi was much calmer and generous, and covered his mind in a few words.

She said

- This painting is really good, but you can't say that the person on this painting is me.

- Maybe it's a bit like, don't talk nonsense, it's not good if it causes trouble to other students' classmates.

This is probably a polite rejection of his wishes.

But he's okay personally, after all, he didn't prepare to take Qu Huazi?

He just wanted to appear in front of Qu Huazi, to impress her, and to make her remember his existence forever.

Of course he knew what Qu Huazi's identity was, it was a flower blooming on the high branches, how could someone like him be able to pick it?

He never thought of plucking that flower, he just wanted to keep it from afar, and it was enough to watch.

However......

The next day, the "Girl" was destroyed.

He looked at it for a long time, and the painting he had worked so hard to make turned out to be this kind of ending.

Everyone seemed to be watching his jokes.

And the owner of the painting never appeared.

However, he suddenly felt a little upset, probably because his feelings would not be reciprocated.

Feelings, which have always been like this, are not fair.

He tried his best, but other people's disdain.

He didn't want to be everyone's joke, so he walked forward calmly.

As if I didn't care.

Obviously, he cares a lot in his heart.

He walked to the quiet stairwell, where there was no one else, finally able to give him a breather.

Suddenly, the girl's ethereal voice came from behind.

"Classmate Xue."

He subconsciously wanted to turn back, but the girl quickly stopped him: "Don't look back, I'm here to deliver a message." ”

His heart was beating wildly, although he didn't know Xu Huanxi, he did remember Xu Huanxi's voice, like a bell, with a metallic coldness.

Qu Huazi's friends came to send a message?

Does that mean that Qu Huazi knew that the painting was destroyed and came to comfort him?

As a result, it was not.

The girl's ethereal voice brushed softly in his ears: "Huazi said that she likes your painting very much, and she is sad that the painting was destroyed." However, you caused her trouble, she said, the family is strict, in high school, there is no preparation for talking about feelings. ”

Xu Huanxi left after speaking, while he stood there for a long time.

Qu Huazi likes that painting, and that painting is worth it.

He said that he just wanted Qu Huazi to know him and know him, and he didn't ask for results.

Since Qu Huazi felt that he was a trouble, he would not bother him in the future.

Chu Rusi withdrew from his memories, and it turned out that the original painting was such an ending.

Xu Huanxi came to preach the holy decree in person, without any waves, how could he be a little annoyed when he thought about it now?

What is he annoying about?

Annoyed at that time, didn't Xu Huanxi like him at all?

However, he didn't feel anything about Xu Huanxi at that time, and this matter was very fair.

He smiled and looked at the formed oil painting, which was just an ordinary oil painting, realistic and vivid.

Compared to the painting he gave Qu Huazi, it is simply not worth mentioning.

It's really - at that time, why didn't you just like Xu Huanxi?

He put down the paintbrush, and sure enough, he felt that he had never given Xu Huanxi enough, so he beckoned to her: "Baby, come here." ”

Xu Huanxi's eyes were full of smiles, and he threw himself into Chu Rusi's arms in three or two steps, turned his head to look at his painting, obviously looking forward to it: "Is the painting finished?" ”

That oil painting is a very realistic painting.

The light is soft and she is beautiful.

The brushstrokes are delicate, and she can see the love.

She looked at it, her white fingertips were attached, and she suddenly smiled: "It's so beautiful." ”

He pinched her face, it was so easy to be satisfied.

- That's right, another man drew a picture casually, and she liked it too.

He thought with a taste and reached out to wrap around her hair: "If you like it, I can draw it for you in the future." ”

She turned around and hugged him, because she really liked it, so she didn't refuse at all: "Okay." ”

He looked down at her, half teasing, half serious: "You know which one I like to paint." ”

Her face was hot, what was not good, but...... It's not all resistant, she is a person who pays attention to feelings, Xue Jingyun painted a picture for others, and she remembered it in her heart for many years.

So...... The man she likes wants to paint for her, and she really can't resist anything.

"Yes." She grabbed the hat cord on Chu Rusi's sweatshirt and opened her mouth in a loud breath.

"Would you like to?"

“…… Well. ”

He smiled, he couldn't be too well-behaved, he was even willing to agree to this kind of thing.

She sensed that he was very happy, so she smiled, well, although a little embarrassed, but he liked it, anyway, she was the one who drew her, not someone else......

Wait a minute!

Others?

All of a sudden, there seems to be a lot of information in there.

Since this is the art that Chu Rusi likes, then the problem is, he must have been exposed to this kind of art.

Probably seen, or even painted.

She looked at him sideways, with a little temptation, and her slightly narrowed eyes were full of danger: "You said, you have always liked this kind of Western art oil painting, that ...... You've probably had a lot of models, tell me, who have you ever drawn? ”

He smiled dumbly, listening to this tone, this jealousy is simply not too obvious. Who has he painted? Didn't you just paint that one, or the one you created?

He still told her the truth, after all, it was too difficult to lie: "I used to paint more landscapes, women, what is there to paint, not all of them have a pair of eyes and a mouth, where can it compare to the great rivers and mountains." ”

"Since the mountains and rivers are so good, why are you painting me?" She glanced at him.

"Hmm." He attached it meaningfully to her ear: "Because later you made me understand that women also have mountains and rivers, and ...... Beautiful over the landscape. ”

Her face turned red all of a sudden, what did Chu Rusi say!