Chapter 63: The Studio
Liu Man looked at the slightly peeling face in front of the mirror, and was depressed: "My flower and moon appearance have been ruined in military training." ”
Yan Yi has never cared much about appearance, and there are a few cute little freckles jumping under the thick lenses, and at this time he is seriously looking at the scientific magazine that he has just borrowed from the library.
Gu Qingyuan climbed into bed, took out his headphones and played his favorite piano music, and gradually fell asleep.
The smell of summer is strong, under the scorching sun, there is not a trace of wind, and the air is scorched.
Fu Xu'an, dressed in a white shirt, had just passed the stadium on his way back to the classroom from the basketball court, and couldn't help but stop his steps.
He remembered those apricot eyes, that crisp ponytail.
A green and solemn military training uniform, the crowd did not recognize the small, straight back.
"Old man, what are you doing?" Yu Ximing slapped him from behind.
Fu Xu'an looked away and walked to the classroom, "It's a little hot. ”
Yu Ximing ate a popsicle in his mouth, glanced at the stadium, there was nothing to do, and followed Fu Xu'an to the classroom.
Gu Qingyuan stood in the stadium, the scorching sound of the plastic runway came, feeling a little breathless, there were already many girls who fainted from heat stroke one after another, Gu Qingyuan took a deep breath and continued to persevere.
Fortunately, at the end of the standing military posture, the instructors led the queue to rehearse in the shade of the tree.
Suddenly moved from the scorching sun to the shade of the tree, suddenly felt a lot cooler, and even the qi was a lot smoother, Gu Qingyuan felt that the soles of his feet were like a burning pain, the soles of this shoes were surprisingly hard, and they were extremely ill-fitting, it was okay to stand intently before, but now that he suddenly loosened up, he felt painful.
The instructor ordered to rest on the spot, and Gu Qingyuan walked to the side and unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured a lot of water, but he still felt dry and dry.
At this time, Ye Huan ran over from afar: "Chaochao, follow me." After speaking, Ye Huan was about to leave with Gu Qingyuan.
Gu Qingyuan was a little dazed: "Huanhuan, what are you doing, I still need military training" After speaking, he looked up at the instructor in front.
Ye Huan blinked: "We have already been borrowed out of the board." ”
"Huh?" Gu Qingyuan was sluggish.
Ye Huan explained: "The teacher from the art department came to tell me just now. ”
Gu Qingyuan still had doubts, but when he saw Ye Huan's happy expression, he didn't say much, and followed Ye Huan directly to the painting room.
There are very few people in the studio, mainly art students inside, compared to the heat outside, there is a cool breeze in the alley inside, and it feels comfortable.
"Huanhuan, what are we doing here?" Gu Qingyuan pulled Ye Huan's sleeve.
Ye Huan was very happy to have escaped the military training: "Next, we can stop the military training, it's really happy." ”
Gu Qingyuan was puzzled for a while, it would be forgivable if Ye Huan came to report on the board, after all, Ye Huan was an art student, but he didn't know how to paint at all, what did he come here for.
Ye Huan walked in front, and when he saw that Gu Qingyuan hadn't moved his steps for a long time, he couldn't help urging: "Chaochao, what are you doing." ”
Gu Qingyuan caught up with Ye Huan's pace and came to the studio.
In the quiet and tranquil afternoon, the studio was deserted, with only the back of a cotton white coat, and the long hair was simply tied up with a pencil, looking literary and cold.
"Hello." Ye Huan took the lead in breaking the silence.
The girl stopped the paintbrush in her hand and turned around, her temperament like an orchid in a deep valley, "Huanhuan? ”
Ye Huan saw that he knew each other, and hurriedly introduced to Gu Qingyuan: "Chaochao, it's Wanwan." ”
Gu Qingyuan didn't expect that Ye Huan knew him.