Time flies, time flies.

The semester ended in a blink of an eye, and Song Yuhua did not go home during the summer vacation, but stayed in Rongcheng to work for the summer.

The school has a special work-study program, and after two months, the money earned is enough to pay off the money Feng Jing lent her, Song Yuhua shook her head helplessly, fortunately, the school still has a monthly stipend of eight yuan, otherwise, she is afraid that she will not even have money for food.

In the second semester of the freshman year, in order to encourage everyone to study, the department held a fashion design competition, which united many universities in Chengdu, regardless of the professional grade, and the number of participants reached thousands.

On the day of the announcement of this competition, the head teacher spoke in the classroom, every student in this competition class must participate, and the design drawings are well drawn, if the layman student gets a name and his professional person does not, then this face is simply lost to the Pacific Ocean.

The time from the start of the competition to the deadline is only half a month, but Song Yuhua is determined to win the ranking, not for anything else, just because the top three have a different number of bonuses! The first place is 50 yuan! The second place is thirty-five yuan, and the third place is twenty yuan, which is also a bloody investment!

In addition, there are ten excellence awards, but they are a beautiful gift, Song Yuhua is not interested, she is very vulgar and just wants money.

With a goal, Song Yuhua soaked in the library every day with a picture book and colored pencils, but he was not satisfied with the few pictures he had drawn, and he always felt that there was no novelty and something missing.

On the weekend, Song Yuhua wanted to stay in the dormitory and continue to draw, but her roommate said that she would be inspired when she went out for a walk, and she could only be inspired when her mood was broadened.

I don't know if it's her luck or bad luck, Song Yuhua hasn't arrived at the gate of the army station yet, and after a distance, she looked at the person standing guard at the door a little familiar, and after a closer look, the person's eyes couldn't help but look at her, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

When I got closer, it was really Gu Jun!

Song Yuhua knew the rules of standing guard, he couldn't speak or move, and after standing in front of Gu Jun and struggling for a while, Song Yuhua still couldn't bear to disturb him.

Song Yuhua had just stood for a few seconds when a person in military uniform came out and politely asked her to leave.

Gu Jun's eyes were focused on Song Yuhua's body, wanting to make a voice to let her stay, wanting to tell his comrades-in-arms that this was his family, but he couldn't speak because of discipline, so he could only be anxious.

As if sensing his thoughts, Song Yuhua smiled comfortingly at him, walked across the road, and sat down on the stairs outside a store.

Song Yuhua supported her chin with both hands, looked at Gu Jun with a heroic posture and a tall military posture, and suddenly thought that it would be nice if she had a mobile phone or camera, so that she could record Gu Jun at this time.

Thinking about it, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, she took out a picture book and a pencil from her school bag, and began to draw them carefully.

Under the warm sun, the majestic gates, the tall soldiers, and the trees on both sides were blown by the wind and shook gently.

Gu Jun stood straight, a pair of eyes looked straight ahead and fell on Song Yuhua's body, seeing her look up for a while, and then looking down and drawing carefully, as if she was painting herself.

It's like a feather falling in my heart, itchy and crispy.

After depicting the scene of Gu Jun standing guard, Song Yuhua was not less interested, and drew a few more pictures of Gu Jun's single person.

Two young girls walked in front of them, their eyes frequently aimed at the gate of the troop station, triggering a spring-like conversation.

"It's so handsome, if only I could marry Brother Bing."

"It's very handsome, my cousin is also a soldier, why don't I introduce you?"

Song Yuhua's gaze was attracted to the past, followed them for two seconds, and couldn't help but start imagining the scene of marrying Gu Jun.

Do you wear a Chinese-style red dress or a Western-style white wedding dress?

After being entangled for a moment, Song Yuhua suddenly came back to his senses, his face was slightly red, and he secretly scolded himself for not being ashamed, and he even thought of getting married.

His eyes fell on Gu Jun's body again, and Song Yuhua suddenly had a flash of inspiration, since Brother Bing is so popular, is it also very eye-catching to integrate the camouflage of the military uniform into daily clothing?

As soon as this idea came out, he couldn't hold it down, and Song Yuhua immediately started to paint it in the picture book, the ladies' small dress with camouflage trim, the army green cheongsam with patterns, and the navy blue and camouflage long skirt......

Inspiration is like a sudden switch on the faucet, and thoughts are like springs of thought.

Song Yuhua worked hard, but Gu Jun was depressed, and said secretly in his heart: Why doesn't Yuhua look at me?

This feeling of depression lasted until the shift change in the evening, when Gu Jun left his post, said a few words to the comrades in the guard booth next to him, and ran across the road.

"Yuhua, I'm sorry, I stood guard today, and I couldn't accompany you, don't be angry." Gu Jun scratched the back of his head and said in frustration.

Song Yuhua was splendid, and his fist lightly hammered Gu Jun's shoulder, "Am I such a stingy person?" And, ah, thanks to you, I was inspired. ”

Of course, the two little girls also contributed to the dialogue.

"Huh?" Gu Jun's face was puzzled.

Song Yuhua explained to him about the fashion design competition with a smile, and handed the design drawings he had drawn to the other party.

The design drawings are still only sketchy, and the details and colors need to be enriched later.

Gu Jun is a rough man, he doesn't know skills, painting methods or anything, but he can see whether it looks good or not.

"It's so good-looking, you will definitely win the prize in this competition!" As Gu Jun spoke, he turned to the back, turned a few pages and turned to the front again, and then saw his portrait.

Glancing at Song Yuhua, Gu Jun couldn't help laughing, his heart was like drinking a bowl of hot sugar water when he was a child, warm and sweet.

Gu Jun's compliment made Song Yuhua proud for a moment, and when he turned around, he found that he was looking at the painting he had just painted for him, his face turned red, and he snatched the picture book over, and said in shame: "You person, how can you casually turn over other people's things." ”

Gu Jun looked at her with a smile and didn't speak, but the eyes that were so bright that they only reflected her made Song Yuhua even more ashamed.

The day before the deadline of the competition, Song Yuhua wrote his name on the detailed design drawings and handed them to the teacher, a total of three, thinking that one would always be selected.

A week later, the competition ended, and the results came out, Song Yuhua won the first prize, and the other two design drawings also won an excellence award, her name appeared many times on the list of winners, which made everyone in an uproar, and Song Yuhua became a little celebrity in the academy.

Although fifty yuan was not much, it was a huge amount of money at that time, Song Yuhua took the money and invited the people in the dormitory to go out for a hot pot, but the rest was not spent at will, but saved.