Luo Yi and Xiaomei, Ling Xue had a delicious dinner in the school cafeteria, and walked along the seemingly endless sea of purple flowers.

The breeze with a faint floral fragrance blows, teasing the green leaves and strings of small flowers swaying in the wind, and the gentle layers of waves fly.

Luo Yi looked up at the sinuous and boundless purple, still so noble and mysterious purple, representing the purple of eternal and pure love.

Every time she sees this romantic dream, she can't help but think of the bits and pieces of her past with him.

I still remember that when she first came to report to school, he helped her pull her suitcase, wearing a T-shirt as blue as the sky, and showed a handsome and uninhibited smile that made her heart skip a beat, as if it was just yesterday.

What was as sweet as honey at that time has become bitter as a lotus today.

Her eyes were unwavering, and she walked slowly on the endless asphalt path, like a wandering soul out of her body, walking forward without a purpose.

Xiaomei and Ling Xue silently followed behind her.

Looking at Luo Yi's lonely back, as well as the melancholy surrounding her, Xiaomei, who was walking behind her, felt uncomfortable when she looked at it.

She frowned and pursed her lips, and murmured in her heart:

Qiao Nanshen, are you okay?

Although the juice you send has never stopped, it is you who Luo Yi wants to see more, so come back and see her.

"Come on! Come on! Go RED! ”

Not far away, there were continuous loud cheers, interrupting Xiaomei's muttering in her heart, and it turned out that the three of them had already walked towards the wide playground.

The extensive playground is surrounded by a dark red plastic track, and in the plastic track, there is a football field with green grass. On the left side of the playground, there is an outdoor basketball court that is also paved with plastic, under several regular basketball hoops, the lively boys are playing a fierce basketball friendly game, and the girls who shout and cheer are sitting on the steps on the side of the court clapping and cheering, the atmosphere is so lively and hot.

Yes? The new warm boy Mr. Mu is also there, and I didn't expect him to play basketball very well.

Look at him, he grabbed the rebound quickly and decisively, and after a few feints on his side, he suddenly jumped up and turned sharply at a 135-degree angle, and made a menacing block, and the ball went in!

Wow! Cool! Idol!

Xiaomei's eyes widened, and she turned into a bright appearance like a spar, I really can't wait to fly two pink peach hearts to my idol, it's so handsome!

Mu Danchen was on the red team on the basketball court today, and he wore a fiery red shirt with a loose sleeveless top that showed the strong muscles in his arms.

It is very surprising that he is still a typical "thin in clothes, and fleshy in undressing".

The smooth texture of the light wheat skin, full of elasticity and strength, shows his strength and beauty. The muscles on the corneal muscles and head muscles are firm only when they are exercised regularly, which is different from the exaggerated and exaggerated, so that the degree of not being fat or thin is just right.

Down is the same loose four-point red sweatpants, with black knee pads on the knees, and a pair of sturdy and athletic calves, full of explosiveness.

On his feet is a pair of equally fiery red basketball sneakers, the side of the shoes like a flying white wing pattern, when he leaps into the air, people are illusioned that it is his Hot Wheels, taking him to the sky, giving him the feeling of flying.

The burning sunset reflected on his handsome and thin face, gilding him with a layer of gorgeous red glow, softening his freshness and handsomeness, adding a little grace and grace, looking really a little bit of Liuchuan Feng's posture.

"Wow! Three points! It's in again! Teacher Mu is awesome! ”

Xiaomei was completely attracted by the excitement on the field, and when she saw the ball go in again, she jumped up and cheered excitedly, as if she was also a member of the field.

Ling Xue on the side also applauded enthusiastically, cheering them on.

As if she finally heard the movement, Luo Yi turned her head to look at the arena, looking at the cheers and enthusiasm of the boys and girls in front of her, she was still cold.

That enthusiasm has nothing to do with her.

After Mu Danchen happily high-fived his teammates one by one, he waved his arm to wipe away the sweat on his face, and the clothes on his chest were already soaked with sweat.

He looked up casually at the edge of the arena, and the girls sitting on the stairs saw him looking at them, and waved and cheered more enthusiastically, but unfortunately he couldn't see it.

In his eyes, he only saw a slender and delicate figure, so graceful.

The eyes wearing contact lenses clearly saw the melancholy and sadness in the pair of cut autumn pupils.

What kind of sad past must it be that makes her have such melancholy and sad eyes?

Looking at her quietly, an idea naturally came to his mind, he wanted to take her into his arms and take good care of her.

Unaware of his burning gaze, Roy stood there watching every move on the field without the slightest emotional turmoil.

"Da Mu, come on."

The call of his teammates interrupted Mu Danchen's contemplation and gaze.

When he scored another goal and raised his eyes to find that slender and elegant figure, he couldn't find it again.

He knew that he had been hit in the heart by Cupid's arrow, and there was no room for resistance.

For the rest of the game, he was not in shape at all, but fortunately, although his performance was less than half of his all-out performance, it was still more than enough to deal with these P children in school.

In the dead of night, Mu Danchen sat in his spacious office and looked through the sketches of the drawings handed in by the students.

To be honest, he is not a few years older than these P children, if it weren't for Miss Yang You's leave of absence for three months, if it weren't for the life-threatening serial call from his father, it is estimated that he would still be at ease in the clear mountains and green waters.

A simple ink-colored painting clip and a few charcoal pens accompanied him through those customs and cultural scenes, and finally became a detailed depiction under the tip of his pen.

said that he would herd sheep for two years, but he didn't expect to be exploited for freedom after only half a year.

Sighing, he picked up the honey lemon tea on the table, took a few sips, pursed his thin lips, and began to look through them one by one.

Sure enough, the basic skills of the senior students are very solid, and simple lines can outline the artistic conception that the painting wants to express.

He flipped through them one by one, and if he thought it was very good, he took it out and put it aside for comments in class tomorrow.

Unconsciously, the quartz clock hanging on the wall pointed to 10 o'clock, and the water in the cup also bottomed out.

This is a sketch of a painting in the form of an anime.

Under the blue sky, a tall and lush tree is full of pink-purple flowers like smoke and mist, clusters and clusters, pink and beautiful. As if a warm breeze was blowing, countless pink petals fluttered in the air, causing a romantic rain of petals.

Under the tree, a delicate and elegant girl, leaning sideways and looking up at the pink flowers, seemed to be looking at the blue sky, her eyes were far-reaching and long, as if waiting for something, and as if she was remembering something.

Her long black hair reaches to her waist, fluttering slightly in the wind, a cold and elegant, as if coming from the painting, making people feel cool.

This feels... How it was similar to how he felt when he saw the girl.

Putting down the cup, he picked up the painting with both hands, and looked for the owner and subject of the painting on the paper.

In the lower right corner of the painting, several graceful and elegant fonts caught his eye:

Wreathed

Roy

Looking at those words, his thin lips opened slightly, and he spat out a magnetic low voice:

"Roy..."

The slender fingertips slowly slid over the name, and the light in the eyes became deep and distant, dense and long.