Her nails were pinched into the flesh, and what she could think of, in Qu Huazi's eyes, was just ordinary things.

Even, knowing that the girl in the painting is her, she still has to pretend to be confused.

That painting finally made waves, and almost the whole school knew that Xue Jingyun liked Qu Huazi.

You see, in other people's youth, teenagers confess to girls so heroically.

And she's not even a supporting role.

Just an obscure audience, standing on the edge of the stage, alone with joys and sorrows, alone entertaining himself.

Later, on the second day of the exhibition of Xue Jingyun's "Girl", it was destroyed and cut beyond recognition with a knife.

No one knows who did it, after all, there are so many admirers of Qu Huazi that they can't find out at all.

When she heard that something had happened to the painting, she immediately rushed to the scene, and saw Xue Jingyun standing in front of the broken picture from a distance, quietly not speaking.

She wanted to go up and comfort him, but she hesitated.

Because, it's none of her business.

Qu Huazi, as the protagonist of this painting, didn't come forward, and didn't care, what qualifications did she have to say anything.

However, she just didn't want to see the decadent appearance of the teenager, and she also had a crush on someone, so she could understand that if the vague love she tried so hard to express would end up being ruined like this.

She may be so angry and aggrieved that she thinks about the whole world.

Therefore, she quietly followed behind Xue Jingyun until the corner of the staircase where no one was around.

She walked slowly behind him, her steps light.

Probably because of his distraction, Xue Jingyun didn't know she was approaching.

She lowered her eyes and lowered her voice: "Classmate Xue." ”

Hearing her voice, the teenager in a trance wanted to turn back.

She panicked to death, after all, false preaching was a capital crime in ancient times: "Don't turn back, I'm here to deliver the message." ”

Xue Jingyun was very obedient, and he really didn't look back.

She pursed her lips and finally decided to lie: "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. ”

What she said, where is Qu Huazi's heart, it is clearly her own.

- She liked your words very much, and she was sad that your painting was destroyed.

- Even if that painting was painted with Qu Huazi, she still felt sorry for Xue Jingyun.

Xue Jingyun's clenched fist slowly loosened, as if he was suddenly relieved: "Thank you for coming to deliver the message, I understand." ”

She looked at Xue Jingyun's back as he strode away, and bit her tongue heavily, lying, for the sake of the person she liked, she lied.

However, it doesn't matter, this lie will never be exposed.

Because-Qu Huazi will not have much intersection with Xue Jingyun, and even if there is, Qu Huazi will not expose her lies.

Qu Huazi has always been very good at maintaining his image.

Moreover, Qu Huazi did say that she was not ready to fall in love in high school.

Later, her painting represented the school in the Chinese Painting Competition and won the first prize in the youth group.

However, the honor never belonged to her.

The two characters and paintings included in the Emperor's High School are all hung with the name of Qu Huazi and will last forever.

……

Xu Huanxi woke up from Rong Chang's memories, stitched and sewed clothes with great patience.

Occasionally looked up at Chu Rusi.

Tenderness in the eyes.

Xu Huanxi smiled, eight years have passed in a flash, but she has also survived all the disasters, and finally waited for a man who is willing to paint for her.

The man's cold eyes looked at her, but they were scorching and greedy, completely different from the usual Gao Feng Jiyue.

She had seen this expression before, and in other teenagers, although the man's eyes did not fall on her.

She suddenly felt in a trance, she felt that Chu Rusi's eyes were very familiar, not the kind of familiarity that she had been getting along with now, but suddenly there was a ...... The feeling of knowing him for a long time.

Where had she ever seen this kind of look?

- I always feel that I have seen you before.

She opened her mouth abruptly: "Rusi, did we know each other before?" ”

Chu Rusi's brushstrokes paused, and his whole face changed, did Xu Huanxi find something? What did he do to show his feet? Could it be because he can also paint?

When he came back to his senses, he realized that the canvas had been covered with heavy colors.

If you make a mistake, you need to pay a lot of money to correct.

Just like him, if you take a wrong step, you can never turn back.

He looked at Xu Huanxi's eyes seriously, there was only curiosity and puzzlement in them, he shouldn't have discovered his identity, otherwise, he wouldn't be like this.

He smiled, and it couldn't be simpler: "Maybe, we knew each other in our last life." ”

"I'm asking very seriously." Xu Huanxi said solemnly, it was true, Chu Rusi just gave her a very familiar feeling.

- Could it be that they have actually seen it before?

Chu Rusi lowered his eyes, sometimes, a woman's intuition is so unreasonable: "The white head is like new, and the cover is the same, and some people give people the illusion of "suspicion is from the old people" when they see it. ”

Xu Huanxi: "......" She still felt that Chu Rusi was not seriously answering her question.

- I'm telling you something, what kind of ancient text?

Chu Rusi continued to paint calmly, and if he wanted to succeed in deceiving others, he would have to deceive himself: "Do you know how I felt when I first met you? ”

Xu Huanxi was successfully diverted by Chu Rusi, he didn't know, but he wanted to know: "What does it feel like?" ”

"This sister, I've seen it before." He smiled and glanced at Xu Huanxi, sometimes to coax Xu Huanxi, it's such a simple thing.

This is the first sentence that Jia Baoyu said to Lin Daiyu in the Red Mansion.

Xu Huanxi lowered her eyes, okay, she just believed in Chu Rusi's evil, maybe the two of them had really seen each other in their previous lives.

Maybe it's because it's fate, that's why it's so familiar.

Chu Rusi saw that Xu Huanxi was blocked by him, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, this woman is not easy to mess with.

He turned to look at the painting that was gradually taking shape on the tarpaulin, and his little wife jumped on the paper, bowed her head, and played with her clothes, looking like a good wife and mother.

He is very good at oil painting, in the past, he was just cultivating his mind, and he generally painted landscapes.

This is the second time I've drawn a character.

The first time I painted it was because of a period of youth.

At that time, she was young and ignorant, ignorant and liked everyone, and she was very bold, so she wanted to leave a mark on her heart.

……

It was a sophomore in high school.

The artistic atmosphere of the emperor has always been strong, and a month-long art festival was held in succession.