Ye Qingli pointed to the abstract work in front of him that could barely be regarded as graffiti, looked at Xiao Ling, and said, "I understand your feelings very well now. ”

Tang Yuan looked bitter and hateful, patted the bed, and said, "Is there something wrong?" Isn't that great? ”

Ye Qingli pursed her lips, thinking about how to tell him, she later pondered it and said: "What about your school of painting, it's not nothing, it's just that ordinary people don't understand it, what is this mass of things...... For example, she is an ordinary person, and she doesn't understand what the overlapping color blocks in front of her eyes are, and the lines are twisted and disordered.

She looked at Tang Yuan's tangled expression, and said gently: "Maybe, Xiao Ling is right, yours, well, it is indeed not suitable for this room, and you will be scared by yourself in the middle of the night." ”

Tang Yuan's face softened a lot, sighed, and said: "Actually, I just think it's too monotonous here, there is no breath of our life, I want to decorate it well." However, it seems that I learned to draw seventeen years ago. ”

Ye Qingli pushed, seventeen years ago, now he is eighteen years old, wasn't he one year old seventeen years ago, she looked at the painting in her hand, and believed that he was not lying, this level is indeed not too bad.

She thought for a moment and said, "I've learned to draw, and although I'm not very proficient in it, it's no problem to draw a simple decorative painting." ”

Tang Yuan: "That's great, you can paint, paint, there is ink and paint here." ”

Ye Qingli's eyes moved, and he didn't push.

She learned to paint, but it was a junior high school thing, and she took a Chinese painting class for three years on the weekend, for no other reason, just because she wanted to learn, and later, there was an accident in the family, and she didn't touch it.

She held on to the pen and moved, feeling a little handy.

She exhaled heavily at the rice paper, there is no way, so be it, it's a big deal, it's not good-looking, put it in the empty space and collect it yourself.

With the impression in her memory, although many years have passed, within a few minutes, she has entered the state, and everything is running according to the original pen stroke when she practiced, so on the white rice paper, the colorful colors gradually occupy the boring blank.

The moment she put the pen away, Tang Yuan came directly to Xiong Xiong hugged her and sighed: "Wow, every year!" You're too good, right?,Say that your painting skills are not good enough and so modest.,It's just good-looking, okay! ”

Ye Qingli was a little embarrassed to be praised like this, touched his nose, and then Xiao Ling's indifferent voice came, and he said in an appreciative tone: "It's good." ”

She knows Xiao Ling's character, probably the type who never tells lies, and if he says it is good, it will definitely not be bad!

Looking at Xiao Ling's brown and black eyes, she smiled, she hadn't gotten along with her classmates for a long time before, and now she knew that it was like this to have a partner on the side talking like this, a warm, very relaxed feeling filled the bottom of her heart.

Ye Qingli watched Tang Yuan pick up the painting and prepare to put it up, and stopped him: "Wait a minute." ”

Tang Yuan blinked: "What's the matter, Nian Nian?" ”

Ye Qingli took the painting in his arms, held the pen and leaned on his chin for a pause, adding something.

It's four people.

She, Qi Yin, Tang Yuan, and Xiao Ling.

One of them was a dormitory person, with four small backs, holding hands, on the ground, looking up at the giant-like flowers shining in the sun.

It is a sunflower, a golden one, a feeling of hope, a new life.

The soles of your feet are vast, flat land, and overhead are brilliant flowers and golden sunshine.

Four little people, hand in hand to the sun.