It is a gouache painting.

There are vases and pink bouquets leaning slightly in the wind.

After painting the last light of the vase, Mo Yan put down the brush, took off the painting apron, and gathered away his belongings.

There was not much to say hello to.

Silently left the studio.

Mo Yan's slender legs stepped into the leafy outdoors and put the hoodie hat on his head.

Recently, she has been making scandals and has to keep a low profile.

But God didn't fulfill people's wishes, she had already chosen a remote path to go, and she was still surrounded by people.

The person who came was a well-known arrogant sister, but she had a gentle name, called "Xu Qinglai".

Xu Qinglai brought three or four accomplices to block Mo Yan on a deserted road behind a teaching building.

Since it was reported last week that a one-meter-long flower snake had been spotted on the road, the road has been removed from the walking map by many people. Although it was noon, it was very empty.

Xu Qinglai clasped his hands in front of his chest and raised his chin: "By you?" Also worthy of a crush on the king style? ”

Mo Yan looked over Xu Qinglai and found that her lackeys were on the verge of losing control, all of them gearing up, with excitement in their eyes.

Relative!

Immature!

Is she the kind of person who will give them a chance?!

"Lylai!" Mo Yan shouted, while revealing an expression that was difficult to assert, "From which ill-intentioned bitch did you hear such boring rumors?

I have a crush on King Wind?

I am not in the same class as him, nor do I take public classes together, how do I get to know him? If I have no way of knowing him, how can I have a crush on him? Just with his long legs of 1.2 meters? Oh no, I mean, just because he's good-looking? There are even better ones in our class! ”

"Who?" Xu Qinglai was unconvinced, "Who else looks better than my king's style?" ”

"Philip." Mo Yan is like a nymphomaniac.

"Poof-ha-ha." Xu Qinglai's lackeys laughed crookedly.

Philip has deep facial features and long legs, but unfortunately his complexion is too far from the oriental aesthetics. African-half-breed.

The crystallization of the love between an Angolan man and a Ghanaian woman has an inexhaustible wealth like oil, but it also has an oily complexion.

The girls standing opposite Mo Yan, led by Xu Qinglai, are rich girls who will envy everything but not wealth. Mo Yan is well versed in their psychology.

Sure enough, the topic was distorted by the "Philip" she threw out.

They discuss the importance of skin tone to appearance, then discuss the essentials of skincare, and then talk about the pros and cons of the latest skincare products from big brands......

"Stop!" Xu Qinglai shouted loudly and stopped going off-topic: "Mo Yan, let me ask you, have you smuggled the portrait of Wang Zhifeng?" ”

Mo Yan whitewashed himself in a voice bigger than Xu Qinglai: "No-"

Xu Qinglai was very satisfied, turned around and left with the sisters who helped the war.

Mo Yan maintained the same expression and the same posture, ending the long aftermath of "no", and added in a low voice, "It's weird." ”

Mo Yan slowed down, deliberately distancing himself from Xu Qinglai and them.

Walking out of the path behind the teaching building, Mo Yan turned around and walked in the direction of the student dormitory.

She knew that if she walked fast enough, she would be able to make up for Xu Qinglai's wasted time, and she would be able to "encounter" Wang Zhifeng at the three-way intersection in front of the flower bed.

Sure enough, when Mo Yanji walked to the three-way intersection, it happened that Wang Zhifeng walked over with his unique footsteps and clean wood fragrance.

The November sun shines gently overhead.

The girl's face was naturally flushed, and the slight panting added to the indescribable vividness.

The young man walking on the opposite side didn't look at her more because of this, and he didn't even mean to slow down.

"Zhefeng, I have a new portrait of you today. To you. ”

Except for the movement of his eyebrows, the young man, who had no other changes in his expression, seemed to have not heard.

Mo Yan had no choice but to take a step in front of him.

The young man had to stop, raised his eyelids with thick eyelashes, and looked directly at Mo Yan with a deep pool-like gaze.

Mo Yan felt that he was about to lose his breath: "Take a look." How do you know how handsome you are without looking? ”

The young man hesitated for a moment, but still raised his hand to accept the A4 size paper that Mo Yan held up to him.

Hold the thick gouache paper between the slender and bony fingers, and the eyes turn lightly: the painting shows a young man, buried in the desk. Even the freehand side face exudes a heroic atmosphere.

The boy was undoubtedly satisfied with the painting.

However, this satisfaction did not transfer to the owner of the painting. He took a detour, missed Mo Yan who was in the way, and left without saying anything.

Mo Yan couldn't help but turn around with the figure that was leaving.

Hey, everyone says he's indifferent, that's obviously melancholy.

She understood him. She didn't blame him.

After sending today's small painting, Mo Yan walked briskly towards the restaurant as if he had completed an important task.

In her third year of high school, she still has 7 months to face the college entrance examination.

Living in this expensive, full-time private secondary school, she is far more stressed than her peers. They only need to worry about studying, and they don't even need to worry about studying, as long as they are responsible for living until after the college entrance examination.

She's not.

She has to think about where she wants to go in the future, which university to apply for, and what career she will pursue in the future to earn a living. The most important thing is where to get the money to go to college; The most urgent thing is to decide whether to become an art student majoring in painting......

Walking and walking, suddenly, a person jumped out diagonally.

This person seems to be a little out of place in the atmosphere of the prestigious middle school.

He is probably the only one who can dress up in a luxurious high-end school uniform like a garbage can, and he is probably the only one among nearly 1,000 people in the school, including junior high school.

Mo Yan didn't need to look at his face, he could guess who he was just by looking at the clothes that even had his back.

"Say, how do you want to hit me today?" Mo Yan showed a splashy look. There is no way, to treat cheeky people, you can only be faceless and skinless.

The other party seemed to have made a lot of determination: "Follow me!" ”

After speaking, regardless of whether Mo Yan agreed or not, he grabbed her wrist, turned his head and walked away.

A green belt of well-trimmed shrubs flew backwards.

Mo Yan didn't want to go with him, but she couldn't break free from his grip on her, and she was afraid that if she didn't keep up with the rhythm, she would fall and gnaw on the mud, so she had to shout while running.

"Wang Chengyou! Stop it! Wang Chengyou! You are crazy! ”

"Shhhh Don't blame me if the Discipline Officer catches you. ”

Wang Chengyou stopped coldly, and Mo Yan really bumped into it.

The tip of the nose touched the chin, the chest rubbed against the chest, and the force of inertia made the hug extra powerful.

"Sss

Mo Yan gasped, and it was inconvenient to rub his chest openly, so he had to turn his resentment into his gaze and scrape at Wang Chengyou fiercely.

Wang Chengyou probably didn't think he was dying fast enough, so he actually pulled her cheek manually: "Look there." ”

Mo Yan wanted to struggle, wanted to fight back, but as soon as his gaze swept over the figure, he immediately softened.

It was a king's style with a straight back, and he still had a small painting in her hand.

It's just that the corners of Mo Yan's mouth haven't had time to smile, and his eyes are moist uncontrollably-the king is windy, and he throws the painting sandwiched between his fingers into the trash can without hesitation!