In July, the sun is shining.

The willow leaves are rolling, the asphalt road is smoking, and the people in the heat are feeling weak, which is no wonder, after all, it is the hottest month of the year.

Liang Yu, who went out today, wore a beige striped checked shirt with a six-point jumpsuit with suspenders, and then a pair of refreshing sandals and a certain sunhat.

Liang Yu's mother likes to buy clothes for her daughter, among which there are many special little girls, with lace and folds, which makes Liang Yu quite unaccustomed, although she has accepted her identity as a girl, but in addition to the student uniform prescribed by the school, she rarely wears a skirt to go out.

In contrast, this neutral outfit is a relatively rare existence in Liang Yu's wardrobe.

Today is Saturday, and it is also the day to make an appointment to go to the art class run by Luo Shaocong's father, she and Luo Shaocong exchanged text messages early in the morning to make an appointment to meet the place, and then the other party took her over.

The cars on the street were endless, and Liang Yu looked at his watch anxiously, blaming the bus jam just now, and now he was almost twenty minutes late.

Finally waited for the sidewalk to jump to the green light, Liang Yu crossed the road quickly, took out his mobile phone to search for Luo Shaocong's number and dialed it.

"Luo Shaocong, where are you now, sorry, I'm late."

"It's okay, it's okay," the voice on the phone said open-mindedly, at this time Liang Yu always feels that he is a girl, which is really good, "Liang Yu, where are you?" ”

"I'm here at the traffic light."

"Is that the one with the visor?"

"Hmm." When Liang Yu answered, she had already raised her head and looked around, and sure enough, she saw a teenager in a T-shirt and slacks standing not far away, his hair was deliberately styled with hair wax, but compared to Liang Yu's slightly novel feeling of not seeing him for many days, the other party stood still as if he was electrocuted the moment he saw Liang Yu.

Liang Yu was puzzled by his move, and he didn't dare to confirm it, and after looking at it carefully for a while, he was sure that this guy was Luo Shaocong and walked over.

"Luo Shaocong, what's wrong with you?"

"No, ah, Liang, Liang Yu, it's nothing, I, I'm fine."

Well, that's not very good at all......

Liang Yu looked at Luo Shaocong's sweaty head and trance-like appearance, as a former doctor, she already wanted to open her mouth to suggest that he take salt water to prevent heat stroke or collapse.

However, as a male compatriot who once felt the same way, Liang Yu could only sigh in private - this is youth.

"The bus was jammed when I came, and at this time, is it too late for us to rush over?"

"It's okay, it's okay, this is not going to school, the rules are not so strict," After a few words of conversation, Luo Shaocong finally returned to normal, but he still couldn't help but peek at himself, once he looked over, he quickly looked away, pretending to look at other scenery.

To be honest, Liang Yu was extremely remorseful when she saw this scene, because she had done something similar to Luo Shaocong before, and she also thought that the other party didn't notice it, but please, this is super obvious, it's not so much that she didn't see it, it's just that the girl pretended not to know.

As a man who once failed and is now a beginner of women, Liang Yu decided to learn from the experience of her predecessors, and also pretended not to see it here, in order to avoid embarrassment, she simply didn't go to see Luo Shaocong's side.

Luo Shaocong doesn't say much, he is a bit boring, this didn't start today, so it's not surprising that Liang Yu is always a little bored.

I only heard her ask, "Are there many people in the studio?" ”

"Well, my dad is a little famous in the neighborhood, because he won awards in some competitions, and he used to be a professor at the Academy of Fine Arts, but then my mother was not in good health, and he had to take care of his mother, so he quit his job and rented a studio nearby and opened this art class."

"Hey, your parents' relationship is so good."

Luo Shaocong rubbed the tip of his nose, as if he was hiding his shyness: "Most of the people who come to my father's studio are students who want to take the college entrance examination for the art department, but there are also some young children who were sent by their parents to learn to paint." ”

"Oh." By the time Liang Yu responded, they had already walked around the street outside into a neighborhood full of houses.

Out of place, Liang Yu remembered Fang Qing and Zhu Ying's setting that boys are wolves, seeing that this road is getting more and more secluded, she also had to make an alarm bell in her heart: "That, Luo Shaocong, is the studio here in the house?" ”

Luo Shaocong didn't realize this, and he had a good impression of Liang Yu, and he had to answer all questions: "Well, my father's studio was a rented house at the beginning, and then I bought it when it was good, ah, it's here." ”

Luo Shaocong stretched out his hand and pointed, Liang Yu saw the sign of "New Color Painting Studio", and finally settled down.

Although there are some afterthoughts, a boy at this age is still quite simple.

Liang Yu followed Luo Shaocong into the studio one after another, and after pushing the door in, he found that it was unusually spacious, and the walls in the house had been broken through, turning into a boxy environment like an auditorium. At the front of the door to the studio, there is a blackboard, in the middle is an empty space for models, surrounded by easels and chairs in the front row, and in the window of the room and at the end of the room are still life scenes and plaster statues.

The middle-aged man who was instructing the students to sketch noticed Liang Yu and Luo Shaocong who pushed the door in, he smiled slightly and walked over.

Luo Xiangtian is over forty years old this year, wearing a pair of full-framed square glasses, from between his eyebrows, Liang Yu can find a lot of Luo Shaocong's shadow, this is undoubtedly Luo Shaocong's father, and he is also the instructor of this art class.

"You are Ah Cong's classmate, Ah Cong told me, welcome, I am Luo Xiangtian, the teacher of this art class, you can call me Teacher Luo."

"Hello Mr. Luo, my name is Liang Yu, and I am still a novice in painting."

The two sides nodded and knew each other, Luo Xiangtian turned his head to Luo Shaocong and ordered: "Ah Cong, you first take your classmates over there to find a place to practice still life sketching, Liang Yu, don't be restrained here, relax a little." ”

"Okay." Liang Yu responded.

Luo Xiangtian stood in place, watching the figures of the two walk away, thinking that this girl was what his son liked.

Although Luo Shaocong was reluctant to explain the reason in every possible way, how could he, as a father, not see it, especially Luo Shaocong's recent sudden change, which changed his usual gloomy and autistic image.

"This stinky boy has a good eye." The dad smiled knowingly and hooked the corners of his lips.