After school in the afternoon, Luo Xingchen drove to pick up Lin Qianyu.

Luo Xingchen's car, like his people, is very low-key and introverted, but it is delicate and eye-catching.

It was a white Ferrari, although Lin Qianyu couldn't tell what series it was, but at a glance he knew that it was worth a lot.

When Luo Xingchen came, there was no one at the gate of Shengya School, and it would not cause Lin Qianyu any trouble.

And Sakuramori High School was dismissed directly after noon on Friday, and now there is almost no one in the school.

Luo Xingchen drove Lin Qianyu directly to the exhibition room.

The door to the exhibition room was locked, but through the large glass windows, the contents could be seen clearly.

Lin Qianyu leaned on the glass window and looked inside, regardless of the image.

Almost at a glance, she found her painting.

At that moment, she almost jumped up with excitement!

She excitedly pointed to her painting and said to Luo Xingchen next to her: "There is mine!" There is mine! Great, I'm in the finals! See? That one is mine! ”

Since Lin Qianyu learned to paint, he has never won any awards, let alone been recognized by professionals.

She just illustrated some small magazines to earn some living expenses.

Unexpectedly, in the art festival co-organized with Sakuramori High School, her paintings could beat so many people who majored in art and entered the finals!

Luo Xingchen nodded lightly: "You drew very well, and it is natural to enter the finals." ”

"I'm really happy, it's my first time in this kind of competition."

After Lin Qianyu was excited for a while, he suddenly remembered something, so he asked again: "By the way, which one is yours?" ”

I heard He Chuqing say that his painting level is very remarkable, so it is necessary to enter the finals, right?

Sure enough, Luo Xingchen pointed casually: "That, next to your painting." ”

Lin Qianyu took a few closer looks.

Luo Xingchen and her paintings are completely two styles, her colors are cold, the contrast is strong, with a kind of hope born from despair, and the feelings are particularly strong.

However, Luo Xingchen's paintings are extraordinarily warm, a kind of warmth that emanates from the bottom of my heart.

What he painted was the lights of thousands of homes when night fell.

The dotted lights gently converge together, and finally converge into a long river.

And the lovely child and the beautiful wife are waiting in front of the window, their eyes full of hope and happiness.

In the painting, there are many beings in the night.

When he saw this painting, Lin Qianyu suddenly felt a very strong sense of familiarity in his heart.

This......

She has been fond of Starfall's paintings since four years ago, and is all too familiar with his way of expression.

His painting style is very delicate, especially the characters he paints, with a taste of his own.

And now in Luo Xingchen's paintings, there is a strong feeling of starfall.

Lin Qianyu turned his head to look at him, with a faint smile on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows: "Last time at Xingluo's art exhibition, you still said that you were not his fan, you imitated his painting style and imitated it really, I have studied for so many years, but I can't imitate it properly." ”

Luo Xingchen just smiled and didn't explain much.

He said, "Now that the results are known, shall we go?" ”

Lin Qianyu nodded: "Okay." ”

After the two got into the car, Luo Xingchen looked at the time, as if he suddenly thought of something.

He proposed, "It's still early, and since you like to draw, why don't I take you somewhere?" ”