Lin Xun was accustomed to stretching on the bed when she woke up in the morning, and she felt her legs touch something sensual and sensual.

Lin Xun suddenly woke up, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Song Cheng's handsome face.

"When did he get here? Why didn't she feel it all night?" Song Cheng's bed was soft and big, much more comfortable than the bed in the dormitory, and she slept soundly.

Lin Xun didn't dare to move now, she quietly observed Song Cheng's face.

Now he sleeps so soundly, quietly.

Song Cheng has double eyelids, and the eyelashes are longer than those of ordinary girls, but not as long as Lin Xun's. He has a straight nose with a high bridge of the nose.

Lin Xun looked from his eyes to his Adam's apple.

It is said that a man's Adam's apple is the sexiest, and the bulging Adam's apple shows off the charm of a man.

Lin Xun stretched out his index finger and touched his Adam's apple. When the skin touched, Lin Xun suddenly withdrew her hand, and she felt a little afraid of being caught if she did something bad.

She stared at Song Cheng with her eyes open for a while, and after not seeing any signs of him waking up, she was a little bolder, and stretched out her index finger again to touch it, and she felt the touch seriously.

In fact, Song Cheng had already woken up when Lin Xun kicked his leg slightly. He is generally a light sleeper, and last night was a rare good night's sleep.

Probably because Lin Xun slept next to him, he subconsciously felt safe.

He pretended not to wake up yet, just to know how Lin Xun would react when he saw him sleeping next to him.

To his surprise, Lin Xun didn't feel frightened or anything like that. Instead, he secretly observed him and sniffed his Adam's apple with his index finger.

He was snickering inside, this little girl.

When Lin Xun sneaked into Song Cheng's throat again, Song Cheng had already opened his eyes.

When Lin Xun withdrew his finger, Song Cheng suddenly grabbed her hand and put it to his mouth.

Lin Xun raised his head and saw Song Cheng's smile.

His hand was still holding her hand to his mouth. Song Cheng kissed Lin Xun's hand gently.

"Did you know that the Adam's apple is also a sensitive point in a man's body?"

Lin Xun shook her head and said she didn't know, she just thought that this Adam's apple looked good on Song Cheng's neck.

Song Cheng had just woken up when Lin Xun sank into his lazy and hoarse voice.

"Are you going back to school today?"

"I want to go back." She hadn't been to class for a long time, and yesterday Senior Brother Wang sent her a message asking her to come to Professor Hu's this morning.

"Then we'll have breakfast and then go back?"

Lin Xun chuckled, "Do you cook it?" She thought of the greens he had washed and the eggs he had beaten.

Is this making fun of him?

Song Cheng smiled evilly and stretched out his hand to scratch her. Lin Xun was most afraid of itching, Song Cheng was tickling her like this, it was almost killing her.

"Song Cheng, I beg you, don't scratch it. Hahaha......" Lin Xun laughed, and some tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

"Who cooks it?"

"I cook, I cook. Hahaha......"

Song Cheng let go of her after hearing the answer that satisfied him.

Lin Xun was scratched by Song Cheng and curled up into a ball. Even though Song Cheng had let go of her, Lin Xun still felt an itch on her body, like an ant gnawing at her.

Song Cheng was also infected by her unbridled laughter and laughed with her.

The two of them behaved like children who had not yet grown up, and he felt carefree for a short time.

He hopes that his little woman can live carefree in her own world forever, and he is willing to protect this comfort and happiness for her.

The two of them got up and washed up after being tired of being like this in bed for a while.

Lin Xun remembered the clothes she had been taken to clean by Song Cheng, and when she walked to the balcony, she saw that the clothes were hanging on them, and they should have been dried last night.

Lin Xun looked at the clothes hanging on them with some embarrassment, would Song Cheng think about something when he dried her underwear for her.

Is this also a kind of intimacy between couples?

Lin Xun was stunned for a while and took off his clothes. After she took her clothes into the room, Song Cheng had almost changed her clothes.

He was buttoning the buttons of his shirt.

The clothes that had not yet been sorted out were messily worn on his body.

Lin Xun was so handsome that he buttoned his shirt.

Song Cheng tilted his head and looked at Lin Xun who was standing at the door, "Aren't you going to change your clothes?"

"Oh, oh, yes, go now."

When Lin Xun came out after washing up and changing clothes, Song Cheng was already sitting at the dining table, and breakfast was set on the table.

Millet porridge, xiao long bao, and fried dough sticks are all more traditional breakfast foods.

Didn't you say let her make breakfast?

Song Cheng saw Lin Xun coming over, "It's a little late now, I ordered takeout, I don't know what kind of breakfast you like, I ordered some usual food at random." ”

"I like these things."

"If you like it, come and sit down. I'll send you back to school after eating. ”

There are a variety of shops in the Wenyuan community, although the community is relatively far from the bustling area, but these shops downstairs can already meet the various needs of the residents of the community.

After Lin Xun returned to school, he did not go back to the dormitory, but went directly to Professor Hu's side. When Lin Xun entered, Wang Yang was already waiting there.

When Lin Xun walked in, she saw that he was looking at something, and when she got closer, she realized that he was looking at the painting she had painted.

"Senior Brother Wang."

"Senior Sister Lin."

"Oh, that's a great drawing of yours."

"Thank you." Lin Xun's praise for Wang Yang was only a humble thank-you. Wang Yang is a professional, and it is good for his paintings to be affirmed by him.

Song Cheng's liking for his paintings is more from the feeling aspect, and he simply likes the feeling that this painting gives him.

As the saying goes, interlacing is like separating mountains, Song Cheng is not a painter, he only has a superficial feeling about painting.

And Wang Yang is different. In the short period of time that Lin Xun studied with Professor Hu, she actually stayed with Wang Yang to study longer than with Professor Hu.

She knew that he was also capable of being good, and he was also a gifted person.

But she also knew Wang Yang's shortcomings, he focused too much on the painting technique and neglected other important things.

Now Wang Yang's praise for her painting is not only the professional skills of this painting, but also a kind of artistic conception of painting.

Painting, like poetry, also has its artistic conception. The picture in the painting and the subjective feelings of the painter are integrated into one to form the realm of painting.

Wang Yang looked at the pure and agile little sister in front of him, he taught her the introductory basics of Chinese painting these days, whether it is the skills he is good at or others, all of them can be used flexibly and well.

An ink painting she painted on the table, the poor mountains and mountains in the painting, both the form and the god are depicted and expressed in a very second, and the form and the god are perfectly integrated.

Lin Xun was able to have such an understanding just after a short period of study, and her talent for painting was beyond the estimation of a person of his level.

In front of her, he looked dwarfed.

Before Lin Xun came, the teacher told him that Lin Xun was coming to learn Chinese painting. At that time, he specially looked at the Western paintings she had painted before and learned about Lin Xun.

He doesn't know much about Western painting, but he has seen professionals in Western painting evaluate Lin Xun like a rising star.

Her father, Lin Zhicai, was a master of modern Western painting. Those people all said that Lin Xun was a tiger father and no dog girl, and praised Lin Xun for it.

He originally thought that Lin Xun was talented in Western painting, and she was only at the beginning of learning Chinese painting.

But he never dared to imagine that she had just jumped from beginner to current level in a short period of time, and had surpassed him.

He understands now, whether it is Chinese painting or Western painting, Lin Xun is a genius. And he just had that lost talent.

Moreover, since Lin Xun came, he could clearly feel the difference between the teacher's treatment of him and Lin Xun.

Professor Hu pushed the door in, interrupting Wang Yang's musings. "Teacher."

"Uncle Hu."

"Well, you've been waiting a long time."

"No, I've only just arrived." Lin Xun was in front of Professor Hu as if he were in front of his father. Uncle Hu was very kind to himself and treated her like a daughter.

Professor Hu smiled at Lin Xun.

Wang Yang just stood aside and watched the exchange between the teacher and Lin Xun silently.

The teacher usually treats him very harshly, rarely gives him a smile, and he also has some fear of the teacher.

His parents are also professors at this university, and they correspond with Professor Hu's family on weekdays. His family and Professor Hu's family are in the same community, which is considered a neighbor, and Wang Yang is a student of Professor Hu, so the two families have become closer.

Wang Yang began to think that the two families had dealings, and with this level of relationship, Professor Hu would be kinder to him. After following him, I realized that this was impossible.

The teacher will only keep a straight face when he teaches, whether he is successful or he has some problems.

He originally thought that the teacher treated Lin Xun like he did to him, but after Lin Xun came, he found that it was not at all.

This may be because the teacher knows the difference between him and Lin Xun in terms of painting, so he treats them differently. Or maybe Lin Xun has a master-level father, and his mother is a well-known scholar of Western literature.

And his parents were just ordinary college professors.

Wang Yang also didn't know what the teacher's real thoughts were.

"You're both here, I'll say a few things." As he spoke, Professor Hu took out a piece of paper, like a newspaper, and two invitations.

"The first thing is this." Professor Hu pointed to the paper. "The city is going to hold a large-scale cultural festival to collect works from the city's bachelors who are engaged in cultural and artistic creation. It is required to conform to the local cultural spirit of the city and innovate and create. ”

"The organizer is the city government, and I received an invitation. I think it is recommended that you all hand over your works to participate in this cultural festival, which can be regarded as a contribution to the cultural construction of the city. There's also an academic research project in the future, and I'll bring the two of you with me when the time comes."

"This is an invitation to a cultural symposium in the city, which will start at 8 a.m. tomorrow and end at 12 a.m. This one is an invitation to a cocktail party, saying that elites from all walks of life will gather and exchange, and tomorrow night, if you two want to go tomorrow, you can go. ”

Wang Yang snickered in his heart, there were so many opportunities to contact other bachelors and elites at this time. It is also an opportunity to show your talents.

He wanted to attend the drinking party, he pushed his glasses and looked at the teacher, "Teacher, do you want to attend tomorrow night's drinking party?" ”

"I'm not going, if you want to go, you can go with Professor Chen, who will be with us tomorrow. I'm not going to a drinking party like this as an old man, that's the place for you young people. ”

"What about you, junior sister?" Wang Yang looked at Lin Xun, waiting for her answer.

"I can do it all." Lin Xun gave a neutral answer, if Senior Brother Wang wanted to attend, she could accompany him. She wasn't much interested in the drinks or anything. She also participated in a few shows with her father when she was in the UK.

On that occasion, she was only bored.

"Then you two go back and get a little ready, and we'll catch a plane in the afternoon."

Professor Hu looked at the backs of his two beloved disciples walking out of the office, squinting slightly, and following his beard, as if a master outside the world was thinking about the important matter of life and death.