Han Yu successfully got an internship opportunity in Jiang Qiang's company as a social practice.

Perhaps because of his natural blood bond, Jiang Qiang became more and more appreciative of and liked this unruly teenager.

When Han Yu is admitted to university and graduates, he will directly enter the company's top management and become Boss Jiang's right-hand man.

Everything seems to be going well.

Until this day, art class -

"From this painting, I feel the soul!"

The art teacher praised Naixi's paintings.

The other students approached curiously, and as a result, they received a hundred spiritual attacks.

The canvas is pitch black, with stars dotted with four corners, gray shadows in the middle, and the shape can be vaguely discerned from the eyes and hands, like a huge monster that has never been seen before.

It's a very impactful painting indeed......

But is this the plaster statue in the classroom?

It looks more like the 'Top Ten Weird Famous Paintings' that are circulating on the Internet and will cause spiritual pollution.

The art teacher cleared his throat and continued to praise Nahee's artistic talent, and then quickly walked away.

When he walked to Han Yu's side, the corners of his mouth twitched again: "This classmate, you ...... Are you sure you're not stealing a picture of some girl in our class? ”

"Damn, I want to see!"

The students immediately ran over.

I saw that the painting was a girl sitting quietly and upright, like a beautiful flower shining on the water, beautiful and incomprehensible.

Anyone with long eyes can see that the girl in the painting is Naxi.

Even the slightly upturned curvature of the corners of the lips is exactly the same, lifelike.

Sour.

Good sour.

They never knew before, it turned out that Han Yu was so good at painting.

Especially when you draw your own girlfriend.

The young man's face was as cold as ice, but his brushstrokes were very warm.

The art teacher knew at a glance that such a portrait could not be drawn without emotion.

As a mother, he sighed, quickly shook his head and walked away.

Han Yu put down his paintbrush, frowned, and said, "Go back to Lao Tzu and paint your own." ”

So many people were chattering around him and arguing to death.

The crowd dispersed.

Han Yu stared at the girl in the painting, and a soft glimmer gradually appeared in his eyes.

He frowned, and was about to take the painting down, pretending to walk to Nai's side as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly.

There was the crisp sound of a paintbrush falling to the ground by the window.

Immediately, it was the exclamation of the students -

"Naxi fainted!"

Han Yu's face changed drastically, and he immediately rushed to Naixi's side, picked her up and ran outside the art room.

……

Hospital.

Only Han Yu was alone outside the clinic.

The school notified the parents, but this time, Naixi's mother did not arrive in a hurry as usual.

She replied to the school: "Isn't there a housekeeper's son?" Just leave it to him. ”

The attending doctor was also helpless.

I can only tell Han Yu everything she wants to instruct: "Her physical condition has deteriorated, and from today onwards, I am afraid that she will not be able to go to school again." ”

Han Yu nodded silently, "Hmm." ”

Waiting for the doctor's permission, he entered the ward and came to Naxi, who was wearing an oxygen machine.

Han Yu sat down slowly, thought for a long time, and said in a low voice: "During this time, you must recuperate well, and then go back to school when you have recovered your body." ”

Nai Xi smiled lightly, and took off the oxygen mask weakly, "Don't try to lie to me, my freedom is over, right." ”

“……”

Han was speechless.

He knew that Naxi longed for life outside, she was like a bird growing in a cage, and even a breath of air under the blue sky was a luxury.