Three photos, one is the side of Lin Wanmo's sketch on the Yunfeng Mid-Mountain Pavilion, wearing a white long skirt, breezy and green silk, demure and focused; One is taken by her sitting on the grass on the campus with her head tilted, smiling at the camera, wearing a school uniform - white shirt, black skirt, white shoes, white socks, beautiful and elegant; The last one is her standing on the edge of the playground in the morning, with her head up, her arms outstretched, embracing the sun, wearing a full set of pure white sportswear with pink edges, her long hair tied back casually, youthful and lovely.

Three photos, three temperament styles, attracted Jin Dong's "tsk" constantly.

The handsome young man seemed to be impatient with his expression, reached out and snatched the phone, and looked back and forth, his gaze seemed to stay on it occasionally.

Jin Dong on the side saw this, and asked with a smile: "Wang Shao, how is it?" ”

The handsome young man took his eyes off Lin Wanmo's photo, glanced at Jin Dong, handed the phone back, and said lightly: "Let them go." ”

When Jin Dong heard this, he waved his hand and said, "Yu Tian, Young Master Xu, you can go back." ”

Xu Feng took the phone, frowned and asked softly: "Brother Dong, what about this?" ”

Jin Dong stood up with a smile on his face and patted Xu Feng on the shoulder, "Young Master Xu, your girlfriend's business, that's the end of it, haha......."

Yu Tian on the side saw that Xu Feng hadn't reacted yet, so he hurriedly stabbed him with his elbow, "Xu Shao, Brother Dong has already promised not to care, let's go, let's go, let......'s go."

"Thank you, Brother Dong......"

"Go, go......"

After the two left, Jin Dong sat back beside the young man and asked with a playful expression: "Wang Shao, do you want me to arrange arrangements for you?" ”

The young man frowned, and his fingers began to tap on the table again, "No, I'll do it myself." ”

Jin Dong smiled and nodded, "It's okay, Wang Shao personally went out, so naturally he was able to catch it." ”

The handsome young man said coldly: "Jin Dong, don't call me Wang Shao in the future, whatever you call it anything else." Also, don't meddle in my affairs in the future, this Yunlan Academy of Fine Arts is not allowed to send people to make trouble. ”

"Well, one of my brothers is still lying in the hospital, so I can't do anything, I can't explain it." Jin Dong seemed to be in trouble.

The corners of the handsome young man's mouth twitched, "I know what you want, bring the phone." ”

"Okay, okay, give." Jin Dong hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and handed it over.

The handsome young man stretched out his hand to take it, dialed a number, and heard a deep and majestic male voice from the opposite side, "Who?" ”

"It's me, Wang Cheng. Wang Long, I've thought about going there, Yunlan Academy of Fine Arts, help me arrange it. In addition, Jin Dong said that he would like to talk to you a few words. ”

The other side was silent for a moment, and then said, "I know, I'll let someone deal with it as soon as possible." You give him the phone. ”

Jin Dong hurriedly walked over and happily took the phone, "Hey, Brother Long?" Eh, I'm Jin Dong......"

Wang Cheng was not in the mood to listen to what they were going to talk about, he picked up a glass of red wine, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the lights of the city downstairs, and said softly: "Lin Wanmo?" Hey, that's kind of interesting......", he smiled wickedly at the corners of his mouth, and then raised his glass and drank it all.

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Two days later, it was Liu Jing's calligraphy training class, Chen Zheng had vaguely reminded him if he wanted to rest for a few days before going, Liu Jing politely refused, he was worthy of his heart, so why hide.

Different from the usual general courses, Yunlan Academy of Fine Arts is a calligraphy training class, with a classically style classroom. There are no projectors, no digital desks, not even multimedia courseware such as computers, and there are no fixed seats.

Square stools, long cases, pen holders, inkstones, rice paper, roller blinds, carved windows, and interior decorations imitating the Song and Ming dynasties can make people who are new to the city wearing modern clothes feel the illusion of time and space; Electronic devices such as tablets, laptops, and mobile phones, when you hold them in your hand, you can't help but think of "taking the liberty and disturbing you".

Liu Jing likes this place very much, if he allows, he can't wait to open the art class in this classroom, here, he feels comfortable and relaxed, more familiar.

Instead of wearing the blue and ink shirt today, he chose a gray autumn sweater, slightly revealing the collar of the white shirt underneath, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of khaki flannel casual shoes. His slender and even figure, handsome face, and the bun on the top of his head add an elegant, gentle and elegant four words, which are the most suitable for him today.

Along the way, many students quickly recognized him, some sighed at his handsomeness, some praised his bearing, but more pointed at him, quietly discussing those rumors that did not distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Through the crowd, Liu Jing's eyes did not squint, with a gentle smile on her lips, and her pace was unhurried and calm.

Seeing him coming, the classmates in the corridor of the classroom who were still there ran in one by one.

Liu Jing looked in from outside the door and happened to see Li Xiaoyan and Wang Liang sitting together, Li Xiaoyan seemed to be persuading Wang Liang, while Wang Liang shook his head with a smile and didn't seem to agree.

After a short greeting, Liu Jing didn't say much else, and directly began to teach: "In the last class, I asked everyone to write a silent night thought, in which the words 'quiet'" and 'doubt' were not too good for the students to grasp, and the ink and brushstrokes were not natural enough, so I will take them out separately today and talk about them in detail. First of all, let's look at the word 'quiet'. ”

Spreading out a square piece of rice paper, Liu Jing still took out the prepared wet towel first, wiped her hands, then dipped in ink, licked the pen and scraped the ink, bowed and waved, wrote a big "Jing" word, and hung it on the blackboard at the back.

"Calligraphy is first writing, and then law. That's why they all say, write a thousand times, and you have to understand its shape. But this is only the surface, the real master, to do the words like their people, words show their feelings, so to write this 'quiet', everyone should first ......"

Wang Liang below, since he saw Liu Jing for the first time, he looked at Liu Jing unpleasantly, except for the little jealousy between the same sex and recent age, mainly because of Li Xiaoyan, originally as time went by, Li Xiaoyan did not have much contact with Liu Jing later, and Wang Liang's heart slowly faded.

And now Liu Jing is said to be a hypocrite who hooks up with female students because of the incident two days ago, and is not worthy of being a teacher, and some male classmates around him have mentioned that Li Xiaoyan once walked "close" to Liu Jing, and the scar in Wang Liang's heart was naturally revealed.

Last night, he and a few good brothers wanted to question Liu Jing in today's class, and it was best to make him speechless and lose face.

Just worried about how to choose a good time, when he began to "make trouble", as soon as he saw Liu Jing write the word "quiet", he immediately made a good case.

gave Liang Dong to the side and back, after being educated by Liu Jing's "clever words" last time, Wang Liang didn't dare to be the pawn again.

Liang Dong had obviously been paying attention to Wang Liang's movements, and when he saw him look over, he immediately nodded, and gave him an "OK" to close, and then stood up straight.

"Teacher, the gentlemen of ancient times have always advocated: quiet self-cultivation. Don't I understand too much, can you please explain it to me? ”

There was a soft "click", but the brush in Lin Wanmo's hand fell, and a pool of messy ink was dyed on the snow-white paper. She saw that someone didn't raise her hand again, so she got up directly and asked a question, remembering what she said that night: "See how you can get off the stage then", she couldn't help but secretly scolded herself for being a crow's mouth, and she was even more worried about Liu Jing.

Turning around, pointing to the word "Jing" on the blackboard, Liu Jing, who was explaining to everyone, showed an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, like a ripple, gently across his face, and disappeared again.

"Is it coming so soon? It's really breathless! ”