Her youth was ostracized, and she was always alone and lonely.

She wanted to get up to him many times, but she had an inexplicable urge to give him a big hug.

But she didn't dare, she coaxed.

All she could do was spy on him in the shadows.

However, the first time she came to the oil painting class, she discovered a shocking secret.

That day, after class, it was Qu Huazi who was responsible for the sanitation and cleaning of the classroom, however...... How could Qu Huazi, a delicate queen, clean it herself?

Qu Huazi has urgent things to do, anyway, Qu Huazi is a member of the student union and a class cadre in the class. Qu Huazi is busy, that's a normal thing.

So the question is, Qu Huazi is so busy, who will do the rest?

No need to ask, it must be her dogleg.

Don't ask the other dogleg, where is Qin Qiao.

Qin Qiao is shrewd, and he never does dirty work.

So, when Qu Huazi was busy, many things were piled up to her Xu Huanxi.

So. This cleaning task is what she is happy about.

There was a faint smell of pine resin wafting in the huge classroom, and the sea breeze poured in through the window, and she was the only one, very quiet.

The sea breeze is like a child, probably the tide is high, the wind is very strong, and it blows things in a mess, especially the easels of students by the window.

She hurriedly closed the window and scrambled to pick up the easels.

When she lifted up the easel in the corner, she suddenly felt a little stunned, and the name was engraved with a knife on this easel - Xue Jingyun.

Sent by the gods, she lifted the easel up and glanced at the oil painting on it.

This work is obviously not finished yet, but looking at the outline, she can see that Xue Jingyun is painting a curved flower posture.

She was so familiar with Qu Huazi, and Xue Jingyun's painting skills were really good, so she recognized it at a glance.

A teenager in his youth draws a young girl, this kind of friendship, needless to say, everyone understands.

Xu Huanxi felt that her hands were trembling a little, what kind of bloody feeling was that? She clearly realized that the boy she liked a week ago actually liked the girl she enshrined and guarded.

Sure enough, excellent people will gather with excellent people, Xue Jingyun likes Qu Huazi, that is a normal thing.

She felt pantothenic acid in her heart, and quietly looked at the girl on the oilcloth, why was it not her in Xue Jingyun's pen?

A teenager quietly depicts the appearance of another girl, and she feels romantic when she thinks about it.

It's a pity that none of this has anything to do with her.

This world is so desperate, except for grandma, it seems that she doesn't deserve love.

She stared at the girl who was alive in the oilcloth, and suddenly a distorted feeling arose in her heart, she really wanted to destroy this painting, as if she had ruined this painting, she could act as if nothing had happened.

She didn't want to face this fact at all - Xue Jingyun liked Qu Huazi.

Scold.

Just as she had evil thoughts about the painting, the owner of the painting returned.

"How can you just look at other people's paintings?" The boy's hoarse voice came from the doorway.

Xue Jingyun stood at the door!!

Her heart was thundering at the time, like a child who had been caught doing bad things.

But she didn't do anything?

Thinking about it like this, her whole person became tough, and her brain calmly gave an order-can't let Xue Jingyun see any clues, pretend! Must be put to death!

She spoke calmly and calmly, like an emotionless machine: "If I say, it was the sea breeze that blew off your easel, and I picked it up and accidentally looked at it, do you believe it?" ”

Xue Jingyun didn't say that he believed it, nor did he say that he didn't believe it, he walked straight over and took down the oil painting, with the shame of a young man: "It's not important." ”

Xu Huanxi smiled, yes, it doesn't matter, whether she intended to peek or not, for Xue Jingyun, it doesn't matter at all. The important thing is - Xue Jingyun really likes Qu Huazi.

She didn't answer again, turned around and cleaned silently, anyway, she didn't know what to say to Xue Jingyun, and the two of them didn't know each other at all.

But Xue Jingyun should be regarded as a thief, and his eyes followed her closely: "Can you see what I painted?" ”

She made a move, she got along with Qu Huazi day and night, and she couldn't see that she was blind: "You can see it." ”

"Will you tell her?"

She lowered her eyes, she didn't want to, she wished that Qu Huazi didn't know Xue Jingyun's feelings for the rest of her life: "No." ”

"Thank you."

Her sweeping movements, what to thank her, she is not a good person: "If you want to give this painting to Qu Huazi, then be exempt." She receives too many of these gifts all year round. ”

"......" Xue Jingyun thought about it, and finally hung the painting on the easel, picked up the notebook next to him and turned to leave.

She felt Xue Jingyun leave, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, she felt very pathetic, like a clown in the corner who no one knew.

After cleaning the oil painting classroom, she vowed never to come again, how could the oil painting class be more interesting than Chinese painting. Anyway, she came here just to see Xue Jingyun, and Xue Jingyun already had a favorite person, and that favorite person was still her best friend, why did she come over to waste time and be trampled on?

She was very sad, although she didn't expect Xue Jingyun to like her, but when she knew that Xue Jingyun liked others, she was still very sad.

If you don't come, you won't come, even if you come anyway, it's just a peek at Xue Jingyun.

And Xue Jingyun must be observing Qu Huazi.

If she went to that oil painting class again, she was afraid that she would be autistic.

However, three days later, it was another oil painting class.

Xu Huanxi silently packed up his things and came to the oil painting class on time.

Well, that's fragrant.

She is actually very desperate, but she can't do anything, knowing that Xue Jingyun likes to go to Quhuazi, but she still can't control her mood of liking Xue Jingyun.

She pretended to look back carelessly, and could always see Xue Jingyun peeking at Qu Huazi.

The boy she likes is looking at another person with burning eyes, and gently depicts the appearance of another person.

She felt very sad, but when she saw Xue Jingyun, she couldn't help but have a secret joy.

She was conflicted and sad.

coincided with the start of the painting competition, and the teachers of the oil painting class were lobbying everyone to actively participate.

Xue Jingyun signed up.

Xu Huanxi was not surprised, after all, it was normal for an excellent person like Xue Jingyun to participate.

During that time, the ancestor had already been diagnosed, and the situation was not optimistic.

She was already full of holes in her heart, but she had to force a smile every day, and sometimes, she would go to the abandoned and unfinished building of the school for a walk.

It was her rare pure land, the unfinished building was blocked, and those who entered it would be punished by the school, and there were terrifying legends in the school, and no one dared to go to it in normal times.

But she dared, because she wasn't afraid of death.