Song Lin touched his nose and denied his thoughts.

He almost forgot that this girl had said a long time ago that she wanted to hold a wedding by the sea, wearing a long mermaid dress with a two-meter-long veil on her head......

She saw that the church should not have much thought.

Suddenly, a bell rang, similar to the school's end bell, and it was a little different if you listened carefully.

"What's that sound?" Qin Wu asked.

"I remember there was a school nearby, a very famous art school." Song Lin glanced at the surrounding scenery.

There really are schools.

Qin Wu dragged him to the school gate, and Song Lin was stunned for a moment: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Visit."

The doorman didn't stop them, maybe the school was a tourist attraction for outsiders to visit, or maybe she was dressed like a college student, and she looked at the man next to her, well, he didn't look like a college student anymore, more like a college student's parents.

Most of the art faculties are very distinctively decorated, with semi-circular teaching buildings, swan-shaped fountains, and a flower garden in the shape of a book.

They walked hand in hand along a road full of cherry blossom trees, it was not the cherry blossom season, only the bare trunks remained.

You can imagine what a beautiful picture it will be when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom next year, full of cherry powder, the wind blows, and the flowers are colorful.

Qin Wu suddenly asked, "Can we grow cherry blossoms at home?" ”

Song Lin pondered for a moment, as if he was wondering if he had planted this kind of tree at home, he had never paid attention to these things: "I shouldn't have planted them before, I don't know." If you like it, you can let the flower farmer try it when you get back. ”

Qin Wu immediately smiled: "Okay." ”

They passed by the teaching building, Qin Wu pulled him to watch secretly at the back door, and a woman who was nearly fifty years old was talking about the skills of painting on the podium.

I don't know how many classes are held together, and there are more than 100 people in total, sitting in the middle and back rows, and the front rows are empty.

Song Lin strongly resisted the urge to pull her away, he couldn't figure out why they were secretly listening to the class outside the door like they were now, or listening to this kind of art class.

Leaning against the wall, Qin Wu muttered, "I haven't tried what it's like to take classes in college, can we go in and listen to a class?" ”

Her aggrieved appearance is more pitiful than the little dough at home.

Looking at her kitten-like pitiful appearance, Song Lin's heart softened and he couldn't refuse any of her requests.

What's more, she didn't experience college life because she went to the barracks with him.

He led her in through the back door like crazy, and sat in the corner of the last row against the wall, swearing he hadn't done anything so crazy and childish in decades.

Everyone was bowing their heads and painting according to the teacher's instructions, and no one noticed the two uninvited guests.

When the two of them came in, they found that they had no notebook or a pen, and sat dryly on the chair, like fools.

Glancing at each other, Qin Wu couldn't hold back a smile, and hurriedly covered his mouth, for fear of attracting the attention of teachers and students.

Still, the students sitting in the row in front of them heard it.

It was two girls who turned their heads when they heard the laughter and looked at them strangely.

If there is no problem with the memory, there don't seem to be two such Chinese students in the class, and it is possible that international students from other classes came to audit.

Qin Wu took the opportunity to cheekily borrow paper and pen from them.

The foreign children were really enthusiastic, not only lent her pen and paper, but also a box of watercolors, Qin Wu was so excited that she thanked her repeatedly.

A piece of white paper was spread on the desktop, Qin Wu raised his head and looked at the PPT on the big screen in front of him, which listed the skills of painting, and someone who did not have any foundation in watercolor painting said unashamedly: "Wait, I'll draw a portrait for you." ”