Li Qing has been influenced by villain books since he was a child, and although he is not from a professional background, he has a very strong interest in art.

It's another day after work.

Li Qing passed by Ouyang's door, the door was open, and a pop song was playing on the tape recorder

“..... Every time I walk past the coffee house, I can't help but slow down...

You and I met here for the first time, and the prelude to the joy of each other..."

This is the song of a thousand thousand megums,

The upbeat rhythm makes people feel happy.

Li Qing gently hummed the song to the music of the tape recorder and stepped into the room.

Ouyang was not in the room.

Li Qing moved his steps lightly and approached the easel.

Bending down slightly, concentrating, carefully looking at this sketch on the flower stand, the light and gray are well handled, the lines are very beautiful, and the strength of the pen is easy to grasp.

Li Qing was fascinated and secretly admired in his heart.

Ouyang held the water bottle in his right hand, strode in, and saw Li Qing with a surprised face.

"Li Qing, you get off work today, it seems to be late?"

"Well, just now I was about to get off work, and a few people hurriedly came to fetch oil, saying that they would use oil early in the morning for business at home tomorrow.

Master Pu and I, delayed for a few minutes, did you turn on the water? ”

"Hmm"

Ouyang put the water bottle on the table, raised his hand and twisted the volume button of the tape recorder, and the sound was quieter.

Ouyang brought a clean teacup, poured some boiled water into the teacup, washed it, looked at Li Qing and asked

"Are you drinking tea?"

"Don't, give me a glass of boiled water"

Li Qing looked back at Ouyang and asked softly

"How long have you been learning to sketch?"

"Two years? Draw in your spare time. ”

"I started sketching last year, and the lines I drew were really ugly and stiff,"

"Once, from the second floor of your dad's dormitory, you threw a sketch down, right?"

"It was drawn when I was still in the tool factory, how do you know?"

"There are six south-facing dormitories on the second floor, and none of them like painting."

"It's so embarrassing, it makes you laugh"

"Practice more, get better slowly"

Ouyang handed the teacup to Li Qing, and Li Qing took the teacup

"It's too hot,"

Put it back on the table.

"Then chill it and drink it again"

"Ouyang, how did you sketch so well?"

"I was professionally trained with a few friends from the normal school, and the teachers personally guided us."

"Oh~ I see"

Li Qing looked at Ouyang and smiled mischievously.

Ouyang laughed

"Miss Li Qing, your boiled water, you can drink it."

Li Qing sneered and blinked,

"Mr. Ouyang, I'm going to drink my boiled water"

The two of them couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Li Qing stretched out his hand and picked up the teacup, brought it to his lips, held up the teacup, took a sip, and put it on the table.

Li Qing gently twisted his thin waist, stepped to the easel, and focused on the sketch.

"Ouyang, can you give me two sketches, I want to take them home and think about them carefully"

"Yes, you can choose which one you like."

Li Qing moved to the table and carefully selected.

I picked a still life, a sketch of a young man.

"That's it, I'll pay you back in two days."

"No hurry, no hurry."

Li Qing raised his eyes and saw the small alarm clock on the table,

"Yo, I have to go home, it's been a long time, my mom will be worried"

Li Qingyi looked up at the window, it was getting dark, and said nervously.

Li Qing gently rolled up the sketch, took light steps, and went straight out of the door.

Three days later, Li Qing came to Ouyang Gate with a sketch in his hand.

The door was open, Li Qing raised his hand and gently slammed the door, but no one answered.

Li Qing bowed his head and stood at the door, suspicious.

Ouyang stepped from outside,

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Li Qing is here, I just sent away a few friends, and they are those teachers from the normal school."

"Oh, I just arrived, the door is not locked, I guess you didn't go far"

Ouyang pushed open the door, and on the table, there were four steaming teacups, and in the ashtray, there were two freshly extinguished cigarette butts.

Ouyang quickly put it away and asked enthusiastically

"Painting, finished reading?"

"After reading it, I will leave one, and I can only return one to you"

Ouyang said with a deliberately stiff face

"Huh? No way! ”

"Then, I'll give it back to you tomorrow."

Li Qing looked a little cramped and uneasy, his face was shy, standing in place, his fingers kept picking at the cuffs of his clothes,

Ouyang couldn't help but snicker.

"Hahaha, come in, kidding you"

"You.."

Li Qing pouted, his face was crimson, his footsteps lingered in place for a moment, his eyes widened, he moved to the table, put down the painting in his hand, and twisted his thin waist to go out.

"Li Qing! I was going to give you one,"

Ouyang shouted to Li Qing.

Li Qing stood in front of the table with his head bowed in a daze.

Ouyang also walked to the table and unfolded the sketch of the young man's head.

A serious expression.

"Li Qing, look at this sketch.... Ray..

Composition.. Hold the pen.. You try it on the artboard first. ”

Hand Li Qing a 4B pencil. ”

Ouyang took out an 8k sketch paper and clamped it on the easel.

A gray cloth was spread on the table, placed one in front of the other, one large and one small, two apples,

Place a water bottle behind the apple.

Ouyang said

"Let's start drawing with a simple one, Li Qing, come"

Ouyang went up again to remove the water bottle, grinning

"Let's draw apples first"

Li Qing held the pencil in his right hand, moved to the easel, and concentrated on drawing.

Ouyang leaned his back against the table at the door, his eyes wide, and he looked at Li Qing's back.

A black and shiny hair, gently fluttering in the breeze, thin fragrant shoulders shrugged and shrugged, and the jade fingers that were as white and tender as lotus roots shook and paused with the brush.

When Ouyang was in a daze, Li Qing looked back and smiled, and called softly

"Ouyang"

He turned his face sideways to look at the painting.

"Oh oh" Ouyang raised his eyebrows and responded

"You see, my line drawing is always not improving, and I have encountered a bottleneck."

Ouyang raised his legs and walked towards the easel, his eyes involuntarily falling on Li Qingxue's white and slender neck.

Li Qing turned his face again, his eyes were facing each other, and the two of them seemed to have been pointed, frozen there, Li Qing had a very strange feeling.

Ouyang shook his head vigorously,

"Li Qing, you give me the pencil"

Ouyang's deep voice.

"Well, oh, here you go"

Li Qing felt his heart pounding suddenly, answered softly, raised the hand holding the pencil, Ouyang reached out to take the pencil, his hand shook inexplicably, and the whole palm covered the smooth back of Li Qing's hand.

The two of them froze there as if they were electrocuted.

Li Qing was pierced by Ouyang's hot palm.

Li Qing looked out of the corner of his eyes

Seeing that Ouyang was standing behind her, the distance between the two was only about thirty centimeters.

Li Qing instinctively withdrew his hand and twisted his body to the side.

Glancing up at Ouyang,

She was a little scared, so she left it behind and ran back to her house like Ouyang standing there like a tree stump.

The next day, when Li Qing was at work, he met Ouyang in the courtyard, Ouyang looked directly at Li Qing and stuffed Li Qing with an envelope.

Li Qing carefully tore open the envelope, Ouyang's love letter to her.

Ouyang confessed to him and asked her to think about it for a few days.

Li Qing didn't know what to do, so he didn't reply to Ouyang.