"Girl, did you take my class?"

"Huh? Says who? ”

"Then why are you asking me to prepare?"

"Do you mean you don't usually prepare?"

"Little Ancestor, did you really choose my class? Didn't you want me to die, you know how I could have a good class if you sat down there? ”

"Hey, brother, you're thinking too much. It's late at night, I still have classes tomorrow, so I won't tell you. You should rest early, too. Have a good dream???" After speaking, he hung up the phone, as for whether Yun Feng can sleep tonight, it is not Xiao Yi's concern.

Here Yun Feng smiled wryly at the busy phone, what a little ancestor. Although Xiao Yi doesn't paint Chinese paintings, he is not inferior to his elder brother in classical art appreciation, which makes him still have this lesson. I just think that maybe I have to consult her as a "student" from time to time. Thinking too much? There will be a lot of thinking there, this girl must have chosen her own class when she said this, Yun Feng felt a headache when she thought about it. It's not easy to take classes this semester!

The three compulsory courses in the first semester are all basic theories: the history of Chinese painting, the history of Western painting, and painting techniques. For students who studied design as undergraduates, the history and techniques of Western painting only consolidate and strengthen, while for students who do not study design as undergraduates, it takes a lot of time to integrate and penetrate. The history of Chinese painting is a unique course at C University, and almost all graduate students have never taken it, but for Yun Yi, who has been exposed to her father and elder brother, and has seriously fought with Chinese painting, and her father Du Banshan has learned calligraphy and painting appreciation, this course has become the key for her to confirm all her knowledge. While listening to the teacher's lecture, she recalled the ancient paintings she had seen, a class that other students found profound and boring, but she listened to it with relish.

Except for the electives, which start at 6 p.m. on Tuesdays, the other three courses are in the morning. However, although there are a lot of class hours, homework is nothing to Yunyi, so this semester, she has a lot of spare time.

Since a few days before the start of school, Chu Xin invited Xiao Yi and Yuhan to the coffee shop next to the school, Yun Yi liked the environment inside, although the Chinese petty bourgeoisie, Xiao Yi still didn't know much, but that quiet environment, it was really suitable for a person to write something, read a book or something. Therefore, in his spare time, in addition to the music building, the coffee shop called "Listening to the Rain" has become Xiaoyi's permanent place.

At half past one in the afternoon, after taking a nap, it is not yet time for afternoon tea, there are not too many people in the coffee shop, this time is Xiaoyi's favorite. Order a cup of tea and put it at hand, plug in the headphones, put a computer in front of you, hold a book in your hand, and sit quietly in a fixed corner. Because Xiaoyi goes there almost every day, almost all the clerks in the coffee shop have already known this girl who seems to give people peace. So the corner that Xiao Yi likes has become her "exclusive" seat.

Monday afternoons are the busiest time of the week in the coffee shop, and there are no people in the shop, sitting lazily in front of the large glass window, squinting like a lazy cat basking in the sun. The long hair was loosely tucked up at the back, somewhat like a Han Dynasty headdress. The white dress, revealing two thin collarbones, looks a little thin. Because of the air conditioning in the store, he wore a light blue knitted woolen jacket. The water vapor of hot tea surrounds it, making it seem unreal from a distance. There are a few books on the history of Chinese painting on the table, and a computer in his lap, writing down the experience of this class last week. Sometimes frowning and thinking about the wording, sometimes ten fingers flying on the keyboard.

Xiao Yi was intoxicated here, but she didn't know that her every move fell into the eyes of the man sitting diagonally opposite her. This man doesn't come to C University very often, but today he happened to come to find a good friend, and then he made an appointment with a friend to talk about things, so he chose the coffee shop closest to C University. It was about half past two in the afternoon, but the friend said on the phone that something was delayed, and he forcibly postponed the time by half an hour.

The man had a rare break today, and he didn't want to waste all his time in the coffee shop on this university campus. But I never thought that I would see such a girl in this small shop. Because of his identity, the man thought that he was used to seeing all kinds of beauties, the arrogance of everyone's daughter, the coquettishness of idol stars, and the cuteness of pure little sisters, but the girl in front of him made him think about it for a long time but didn't know how to describe it. I glanced at it casually, but I never thought that I was suddenly attracted by the tranquility on her body, and for the first time, I looked at a girl in a daze, looking at it, only to feel that the impatience and boredom of waiting for others in this hour had disappeared without a trace. Yes, she seems to have come out of Chinese ink painting, exuding the fragrance of ink and the classical atmosphere. Any color used on her body seems a bit blasphemous, and only the oldest Chinese ink painting really belongs to her. You don't need to wear light makeup, you don't need to carve jade, just sit there like that, it's a painting. Only the unintentional flow of the eyes allows people to get a glimpse of the cunning and agility inside. Watching her seriously tap on the keyboard, one can imagine the lightness of her slender ten fingers flying there. The man couldn't help but be amazed that there are still such girls in today's society. I don't know what this girl is writing, she is so focused, she has been watched for so long and she doesn't notice it at all.

Xiao Yi made an appointment with Yuhan to see him in the music building at half past three in the afternoon, thinking that he would write down this experience before meeting, but he never thought that today was a spring of thoughts, one after another, he actually thought of a lot of things, and also opened a lot of ideas, seeing that the time was coming, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, if he couldn't write it down, next time he wrote, it is estimated that he will not remember.

It was easy to memorize the simple ideas before three o'clock, not only took a long sigh of relief, raised his head, basked in the sun, and stretched comfortably. Just about to move her neck, she turned her head, but found that a strange man sitting diagonally opposite her was looking at her and laughing, because the other party was holding a cup of coffee, the smoke was swirling, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but Xiao Yi definitely knew that the person was laughing at her, and Xiao Yi's hands that were stretched out had not been withdrawn, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Anyone who makes such an indecent gesture in public and is seen laughing at will always be a little embarrassed. This man, who is still so graceless, saw that Xiao Yi saw him, but he didn't know how to avoid it, and stared at her and smiled more unscrupulously, Xiao Yi couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, and glared fiercely at the man's smiling face. However, her appearance is not born with that fierce appearance, even if she works hard, it makes people look like she is coquettish with others. The man couldn't help but smile even more when he stared at her. Xiao Yi was helpless, so she simply frowned, lowered her head to pack up her things and ignored the man. Xiao Yi didn't know, but the man was thinking in his heart, this girl is stretching her waist and making people look so comfortable.

Carrying a big handbag and pushing the door out of the coffee shop, a heat wave hit, and the hair was all coiled to the back of the head with a hairpin, otherwise in such weather, loosely covered around the neck, only afraid of layers of prickly heat. hurriedly arrived at the music building at half past three in the afternoon, and Yuhan was already sitting on a chair in the hall on the first floor waiting for her. It's still loose bib pants, a strap is drooping down, a tight T-shirt, black wide-brimmed glasses, a peaked cap, her face is a little gloomy, and there are small flames in her eyes, Xiaoyi walked a few steps to her,

"Yuhan, I'm here. I'm not late, am I? ”

"Ah, you're here, no, what's wrong?" Yuhan saw that it was Xiaoyi, and her face was better. Seeing this, Xiao Yi relaxed slightly, it seems that it is not because of himself.

"What's wrong? Who messed with you? He was a little out of breath when he walked, and Xiao Yixuan sat down.

"It's okay, there are so many lewd men these days, and the streets are still wandering."

"Lewd man?" When Xiao Yi heard this, she couldn't help but think of a classmate who said that there was a male exhibitionist around C University in the past few days, who always harassed female classmates, and couldn't help but shiver smartly, and hurriedly asked, "Ah, are you okay then, are you calling the police?" Why haven't you caught it yet? ”

Yuhan looked at Xiao Yi a little strangely, blinked his eyes, and only then did he understand where Xiao Yi came from with this question, and couldn't help but laugh, "It's not that person, that person asked me to meet me and kicked him early." There was a neurotic who accosted me on the road, and he pretended to be a ghost, and he was the most annoying to this kind of man. Sick.

"How did you get rid of him? Hands-on? ”

"Nonsense, if you don't do anything, you still talk to him." Yuhan made a few movements cleanly, and Xiao Yi trembled, "How simple, don't laugh, what are you laughing at, it's easy to use, I'll teach you when you find time for the stool." ”

"Okay, good, I must study hard, I'm afraid that the student will be too stupid and make the teacher vomit blood." Xiao Yixiao nodded unknowingly. I sighed in my heart that the person had a good vision, his life was not good, and he didn't want to provoke anyone, so he chose such a demon king.

Because it was Monday, many classrooms were in class, and the two of them easily found a rehearsal room, in which there were all kinds of musical instruments, which looked very new, looked around, picked up a pipa and put it on his lap, and gently plucked his fingers twice, and the pitch was excellent. I remembered the pipa score adapted from the song "XX" I saw on the Internet a few days ago, and I played it casually. Bounced and played, Yuhan sang over there. At first, it seemed that she couldn't help singing along with the music, but then Xiao Yi played softer and softer, and the two actually cooperated. Yuhan's voice was originally like a cello, a neutral voice, a little low but not hoarse, listening to it with your eyes closed, a little coffee mellow feeling. She sings very emotionally, with her eyes closed, completely immersed in it, the whole song sounds a little sad, as if she is the heroine in it, making people's emotions rise and fall with her singing. Xiao Yi suddenly remembered the first time she visited the music building with Zhao Ying and the three of them, in the auditorium, Yuhan said that she was going to hold a solo concert, at that time, she shouldn't be joking, right?