The day after returning home, Liang Yu began to go to the studio to learn to paint.

Because of the relationship between going out with Fang Qing and Zhu Ying and them last week, Liang Yu took two classes off and will make up for it in the next two weeks. So despite the hot weather, Liang Yu hurried out the door.

Today, Liang Yu wore a bright yellow floral dress, pink apricot slippers on her feet, and wore her favorite sunhat to walk on the street, which attracted the attention of passers-by. I don't know if it's an illusion, Liang Yu always feels that even if she wears women's clothes recently, she has become less resistant, but if you get to the bottom of it, it's probably her mother's interest.

"Xiaoyu is really suitable for this kind of light and cute clothes." This is the decision for her.

This time I went on a trip, too, when I came back, I obviously didn't buy anything, but when I got home, I found that the clothes in my closet suddenly doubled, and I really couldn't figure out who was on the side of the tour. Maybe this is also a kind of maternal love, Liang Yu thought.

When Liang Yu arrived at the community where the studio was located, he found that Luo Shaocong was looking around there, and when he saw her, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Liang Yu, you're here."

"Hmm."

"Is the beach fun?"

Luo Shaocong's seemingly unintentional words evoked Liang Yu's bad memories, and she smiled bitterly: "It's okay." ”

Seeing this, Luo Shaocong didn't ask any more.

When I walked in the door, I found that there were already a lot of people gathered in the studio at this time, because there was still a period of time before the start of the class, and they gathered together to chat, but there were also individual motivated people, who had already begun to set up their easels and painted on still life or plaster by themselves.

Liang Yu came to make up for the class today because she went to the beach for a vacation, and she found that the group of students who came to class today seemed to be a little different from the past.

"Well, these are another batch of my father's students." Luo Shaocong replied.

Perhaps because he has been staying in the studio, Luo Shaocong does not pay special attention to these high school students who come to learn painting, perhaps because he has long been used to it.

Just when Liang Yu and Luo Shaocong were about to bypass them and walk to the back row to continue practicing drawing geometry, a particularly loud voice suddenly sounded out of place.

"Hey, Huang Yulin, why are you still here?" The one who spoke was a boy with a pockmarked face and an ugly face, his cheekbones protruding from his square face, and the bridge of his nose collapsed and flattened, which was destined to be unsightly, but the most unbearable thing was that his broken gong voice spit out a bitter ridicule: "You guy can't even draw geometry, this level is still thinking about being admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, I said forget it, hurry up and go back to study more to prepare for the exam, so I can be admitted to a university anyway, and the province will spend time to repeat a year next year." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, several boys on the side laughed in agreement, obviously with the guy.

The boy he ridiculed was surrounded by a crowd of people, blushing, but he still patiently continued to draw his picture, but his attention was completely lost.

Liang Yu was a little overwhelmed, and was about to make a sound, but was dragged by Luo Shaocong on the side, only to hear him whisper: "Ignore them, let's go over there." ”

This sentence reminded Liang Yu that this is Luo Shaocong's father's studio, and it is really not good to involve him, so he couldn't help it, but he just glanced back at the boy who was bullied, and looked a little pitiful.

Liang Yu and Luo Shaocong found a place in the back row and sat down, because these high school students are all aiming for the college entrance examination, not beginners, so basically they don't come to draw geometry anymore, they are happy to be idle and continue to chat.

"Liang Yu said last time that I thought about drawing comics, and I want to try it too." Luo Shaocong scratched his head and said with some shyness.

"Hey, if it's Luo Shaocong, you must be okay, it's rare to draw so well."

"Hmm, it's hard to say, I came into contact with it and found that drawing comics doesn't seem to be the same as traditional painting, what should I say, I'm still trying - by the way, has Liang Yu contributed to any magazine?"

"Shonen Weekly Fantasy Magazine." Liang Yu thought about what the editor had said to her before: "Next, I will probably participate in the competition of the 'Red Dragon Award'." ”

"Oh, Fantasy's Red Dragon Award?" Before Luo Shaocong had a chance to speak, an annoying voice over there interjected, obviously several meters away, but these words were still heard by the guy with a tailwind, and the pock-faced high school student came over: "The ambition is not small, it just so happens that I also want to submit to the Red Dragon Award competition, so as a competitor in the same issue, how about letting me observe the masterpiece?"

Liang Yu and Luo Shaocong turned their heads at the same time, and found that the pockmarked face was looking at them domineeringly.

Liang Yu couldn't help but sigh, this kind of person is really everywhere, he likes to find faults with guys. However, since Liang Yu didn't want to make trouble in Luo Shaocong's face, there was absolutely no need to deal with the other party here.

But there is a kind of person who just likes to inch in, especially when you ignore it, he regards it as a kind of weakness and concession, and he is pressing step by step, he grabbed the sketchbook that Liang Yu put on the chair and flipped it over, and suddenly laughed out loud: "I, I read it right, whose picture book is this, yours, the lines are crooked, not to mention, the shape is also outrageous, this level is not as good as Huang Yulin over there, what do you think, at this level, you want to submit and win awards, and there must be a limit to reading comics!" ”

"Enough!" Luo Shaocong, who had been depressed, couldn't see others bullying Liang Yu the most, and in front of him, he immediately jumped up from the chair and glared at his numb face with a fierce look.

Ma Yan was intimidated by Luo Shaocong's momentum, and took two steps back, but he suddenly reacted and was intimidated by a junior high school student here, then he lost face, and now he also pretended to be tough: "I just said what's the matter, the painting is rotten and doesn't let people say what the truth is, people are self-aware." ”

Obviously, the most self-aware person is him, and now he dares to say that it is really shameless, Luo Shaocong, who couldn't bear it, rushed forward and grabbed the collar of the hemp face, and was about to punch the wide collapsed nose with a fist.

"Shao Cong!" Liang Yu stood up and grabbed Luo Shaocong, who acted impulsively.

At this time, the hemp face was not panicked, and he looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

"I know you, you are Teacher Luo's son." Ma Yan said in a very unbeaten tone with a long voice: "Oh, the teacher's son can beat people?" Don't forget that I spent money to learn to paint here, if it spreads, the son of the teacher in the new color studio beats people out of thin air, and when I see that no one comes here to learn painting with your father. ”

"You!" Luo Shaocong's breath hung and couldn't be put down, but if this fist fell, he would be happy, but his father was going to wipe his ass and carry the black pot for him.

"Don't be like him." At this time, Liang Yu grabbed Luo Shaocong, who was trembling all over, she didn't have so much strength, but Luo Shaocong would not disobey her, and was pressed on the chair by her: "We draw ours, don't pay attention to him." ”