When the last fig leaf was gone, I did feel a little ......

How can I say it, the wind blows the wheat waves......

When the wind blows, it sells waves......

I hid myself behind a drawing board, holding my clothes in my hands, and covering the key areas tightly.

"I've got it, Chen Yiyao, it's your turn." I said with a pretense of posturing.

At this moment, she was already blushing, and she didn't dare to look at me directly, but just leaned to the side, her fingers twisted together.

"Or ...... Or just draw it like that......" Her voice was as subtle as a mosquito.

"You can't talk without words! Chen Yiyao-" I lengthened my voice, "We've all said it, do you know how to write backtracking, look at the posture you are standing in now......"

"Oops......" she twisted and stomped her foot, "I'm embarrassed—"

I froze.

She didn't know that it was so simple to twist her body and stomp her feet to make me want to kiss her so much.

She looked at me and laughed.

"Ah Chen, you really look like a hooligan now." She chuckled.

"If you laugh again, the more you laugh, the more you dare not take it off." I said solemnly.

I saw her bow her head slightly.

She's smiling, she's smiling, her face is shy and her eyes are misty.

She closed her eyes and exhaled, as if in the next big resolution.

"You turn around." She whispered.

The time of waiting seems to have passed a century.

"Okay......"

I slowly turned my head.

The clear blue sky is like a fairy tale washed by tears, full of clarity, but now when I recall it, it makes people sad.

I was intoxicated by the swaying golden smiling face, and I couldn't extricate myself.

In the distance, there was no space, only the birds that cut through the sky, faded in the golden sunlight.

I heard the wind singing from the far east, slowing behind me, and they were saying:

"Behold, how beautiful, how beautiful!"

I heard the sound of sunlight penetrating my heart, like an angel chanting holyly in the clouds.

Looking up, the angel blushed and hid his body, revealing only his white wings, caressing the sky.

In the warm wind, in the golden sun, in the swaying sunflowers, my Chen Yiyao stood quietly with her back to me, her body as holy as an angel.

I saw her head up, arms outstretched, as if praying to the sky, to the clouds, to this golden world.

When I saw her white and delicate skin, she first turned her head slightly, her eyes lowered, her expression shy, and then she turned around a little.

I saw her perfect Spirit-like body appear before my eyes, like a lily made of crystal, blooming the most beautiful face in my heart.

My gaze passed through Chen Yiyao's body, through this smiling sunflower, through the distant hillside, and through the green meadow.

I closed my eyes, unable to contain the surging in my heart, unable to contain the surging love.

From the moment the brush landed on the paper, I knew that this was the most brilliant work of my life, and that it would surpass all the paintings of the past, all of them.

It took me two weeks to complete this painting.

I kept Chen Yiyao and this sea of flowers in the bottom of my heart.

They bloom in my heart and will never wither.

I sketched the outlines of the golden and blue on the large sheet of paper, the golden is the sunflower, and the blue is the clear sky, as I often see in my dreams.

I often can't help myself while I'm drawing, and then I stop, sit and spend a long time trying to calm down my excitement.

After a week, I finished the structure of the painting and began to work on the specific texture and color construction, I would often spend several hours applying the heavy texture, then waiting for it to dry, then scraping off the excess and smoothing it with sandpaper.

Waiting is an anxious and difficult thing, but during this time, my heart is full of wonderful joy, and I cautiously but bravely step into the world of painting that I have never felt before, and almost exhaust all my emotions.

I named my painting "Wings of Freedom".

I hope that Chen Yiyao and I can put on a pair of wings in the future and fly to a better world.

It's just that I didn't expect that it did give us a pair of wings, but ......

It also brought us bruises all over our bodies.

My work won the Grand Jury Prize in the Competition section.

Along with the award, comes a professional acceptance letter from a well-known art academy.

If I get a good grade in my culture class, I can go straight to this nationally renowned art school.

But what followed were rumors about me and Chen Yiyao.

I don't know who found my award information from the Internet, and the painting with Chen Yiyao's back was also spread throughout the school.

I became famous all at once.

I may be the only art candidate who has received a professional admission letter at the end of the second year of high school since the school was founded, and a poor student who has been criticized by the whole school for early love.

A few days before the letter of acceptance was sent to the school, I was called to the political and educational office, and the dean's computer had my drawing on it, and when I went in, his head was almost on the screen.

I shouted "report", and when he saw me, he coughed twice, straightened up, and motioned for me to come in.

"Lu Yanchen, your painting won the award, this is a good thing, worthy of encouragement. But I heard from your classmates that your grades in cultural classes were very poor? Also, what's going on with the girl in this picture? ”

"Girls? This one...... Any questions? I wondered a little.

"The Academic Affairs Office of the school should care for and care for the healthy growth of every student. I need to know under what circumstances and with whom you created this work, and whether your inspiration was based on imagination or real ......"

"Director, this is my entry, of course it's a real person." I replied.

"Who is it?" His expression became solemn.

I suddenly realized there was something wrong with this.

"Yes...... The model arranged by the teacher. I said.

"The teacher arranged it? Which teacher? He asked.

"The art teacher of the Children's Palace ......," I said a little unconfidently.

"Lu Yanchen! You don't talk nonsense! I've investigated, and the teacher doesn't know how your paintings are created, so you say, what did you do when you were painting? The dean questioned me sternly.

"I didn't do anything...... I shook my head, "just drawing." ”

"Boys and girls, lonely men and widows, and stripped naked, you say that you just paint and don't do anything else, do you think you will believe it? Say, who is she? ”

"Director, what do you mean?" I was a little excited, "What the hell are you trying to do?" Does it matter to you who I paint? ”

"It doesn't matter how early love is!!" He stood up and pointed to my nose, "If you don't want to be punished, give me an honest explanation!" ”

"What am I honest?" I pouted nonchalantly.

"Okay, okay, I can't cure you......" his hand flicked, "You go back and write a review for me, a thousand words, no!" The 2,000-word review will be held next week, and the public review will be held on stage! ”

Later, Chen Yiyao came to me and said that the old lady of the head teacher had specially looked for her and asked her if she was the girl in the painting.

I said you bit it to death, don't admit it.

She said of course I don't admit it......

I said, should we do a show?

For several days after that, Chen Yiyao and I didn't say a word. Every time I saw her from afar, I would hide from her.

At the all-school assembly on Monday, I read the review book of loving the country, loving the family, loving the school, and loving the school, and the dean of education supervised him as if he were escorting prisoners. When I finished reviewing, he made an impassioned speech in front of the microphone, to the effect that at this age, what kind of love, love, and other dangers will ruin your life.

“…… Lu Yanchen? Lu Yanchen!! ”

I was on stage looking at Chen Yiyao from afar when the voice of the dean came over.

"Huh?" I was stunned for a moment.

"Did you recognize your mistake?" He asked me expectantly.

Mistake? I was stunned for a long time.

What's wrong with me?

Am I making a mistake when I draw a picture? Or is it a mistake for me and Chen Yiyao to be in love with each other and cheer together? I like what she likes, we all said that we want to be together in the future, even we have already discussed the matter of buying a villa by the sea, and having a few children has been discussed many times in our usual play, what mistake do you make me recognize?

What was wrong with me?

I stood in front of the microphone a little dumbfounded, and I shook my head in front of the thousands of heads in the audience.

"I'm not wrong......"