Early morning.

The sun had not yet risen, and Ning Huada was shrouded in a thick mist, like a fairyland.

Wang Tian walked into the school gate, strode towards Song Yun's calligraphy and painting room in the Academy of Arts, after obtaining the specialty of "Tang Bohu Figure Painting" last night, he was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night, he wanted to try it, but it was all painted with a brush and paint, he didn't have it at all, the only thing with such a thing was of course Song Yun's calligraphy and painting room, and he hurried over early in the morning, and the long-legged girls running on the school road didn't have any interest in seeing it at this time.

Opening the door of the calligraphy and painting room, Wang Tian walked to the painting table where Song Yun usually paints and looked for a while, and sure enough, there was nothing wrong with it, everything needed in "memory".

"Hey!"

"Give it a try and see how it goes!"

Wang Tian was talking to himself, laying out the rice paper, and immediately began to draw.

As the minutes ticked by, the sun slowly rose.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Song Yun and Tang Ling walked to the front of the calligraphy and painting room while talking and laughing.

"Huh, the door is not locked?"

Song Yun took out the key and just wanted to insert it into the lock, but found that the door was hidden.

"Wang Tian, that kid must be here again. Tang Ling didn't think about it, and immediately said that it must be Wang Tian inside.

Song Yun nodded, Wang Tian has come to the calligraphy and painting room these days, the kind that comes early and leaves late, she has long been used to it, gently pushed the door open, and saw Wang Tian's back at a glance.

What is this kid doing?

Song Yun was stunned for a moment, Wang Tian was not on the edge of the table where he usually copied scriptures, but standing on the edge of the table where he painted ink paintings, holding a brush in his hand, and from a distance, the action was definitely not writing calligraphy.

"This ...... Song Yun, what is he doing? It looks like he's painting?"

Tang Ling was also confused, when would Wang Tian be able to paint?

"He's supposed to be drawing, but I didn't know he was going to do it. ”

Song Yun shook her head, she really didn't know anything about this.

"Let's go over and see what he's drawing!"

"Okay, but lightly, don't disturb him!"

Tang Ling and Song Yun said as they gently walked towards Wang Tian.

"Ahh

"Wang Tian, you scoundrel!"

Tang Ling walked behind Wang Tian, stretched his neck to take a look, his face suddenly turned red, and the paper was painted with a painting that was not suitable for children.

"Ah! you ...... When did you get here!?"

Wang Tian jumped up in fright, and the pen in his hand flew directly three meters away.

"When did we come?!" Tang Ling glared at Wang Tian fiercely, "If we hadn't come early, I wouldn't have known that you were actually painting this thing!"

Wang Tianlao's face flushed, and then he remembered that the painting he drew was still on the table, and he hurriedly stretched out and crumpled the paper into a ball, and yesterday he won the "Tang Bohu Figure Painting" After the specialty, I came to Song Yun's studio early in the morning to try it, but I didn't know what to paint when I wanted to paint, I hesitated for a while, and decided to paint an X palace picture I saw before, I thought very simple at the beginning, one is that the time is still early, and the other is to draw a part, try to see if my newly acquired specialty is not very awesome, just tear it up after painting, don't worry about Song Yun or others seeing it, how can I think of painting and painting into a daze, time flies, Song Yun and Tang Ling didn't know when they came behind them, they were arrested, there is no way to explain this thing, it's like watching an action movie and being caught, God knows how to explain it。

"Wang Tian, give me the paper. ”

Song Yun pointed to the rice paper that Wang Tian had crumpled together.

Yes?

What does that mean?

Wang Tian was dumbfounded, Song Yun must have seen what she was drawing, why did she still need it?

"This ...... Not good, right...... I'm just scribbling and playing......"

Wang Tian hurriedly shook his head, it was already embarrassing enough to be seen, if he returned it to Song Yun, then he might as well commit suicide.

"I know what you're drawing, I see it. Song Yun didn't seem to know that Wang Tian was very embarrassed at this time, "You think you have a good painting, you want to see it." ”

"No way!"

"It's absolutely not going to work!"

Wang Tian didn't even think about it, so he refused directly, what kind of joke, he couldn't agree to this thing, but he patronized and talked to Song Yunyu, and forgot that there was another person next to him for a while, so the tragedy happened, Tang Ling suddenly stretched out his hand, and snatched the crumpled rice paper into a ball.

Wang Tian looked at Song Yun and Tang Ling who walked away, waved his hand but didn't know what to say, thinking that the woman now is really strong, she knows what she is drawing, and she still has to look at it the same, but it is too late to say anything at this time.

"Song Yun, what's wrong with you? Are you interested in this thing? You can't be in love with Wang Tian, do you? Do you want me to tell you, that kid will definitely be willing." ”

Tang Ling and Song Yun walked to another corner, the calligraphy and painting room was very large, and they didn't worry about Wang Tian hearing it when they suppressed their voices.

"Humph!"

"You can only take a fancy to Wang Tian. ”

Song Yun pursed her lips and glanced at Tang Ling with disdain, "I'm a pure little girl, not like someone, I don't know how many scandals have been rumored." ”

"I'm a scandal, you're the truth, you know what this painting is and you still look at it, isn't it what is the spring heart moved? Even if you don't think so, that kid will admit it like this. “

Tang Ling honestly and unceremoniously "snapped" and slapped Song Yun, don't look at this as a joke Song Yun, but what she said is also true, she is very strange in her heart, Song Yun can't even think of this, but why do you still want to look at this strange painting?

"I said can you be normal? Don't be so dirty, I only look at paintings, and I have nothing to do with people. ”

Song Yun didn't look at Tang Ling, and as she spoke, she carefully unfolded the crumpled rice paper and spread it on the table.

"Draw...... Draw ...... It's really good......" Tang Ling's face was flushed, now there were only two people in this corner, she and Song Yun, there was nothing to scruple about, you can look at it with confidence.

"Hmm!"

"It's really very well drawn!"

Song Yun said as she reached out and carefully straightened and smoothed the wrinkled place, as if she were some kind of treasure.

Tang Ling looked at Song Yun strangely and found that she looked very seriously, and when she answered her words, she didn't raise her head.

What's going on?

Song Yun: What do you see?

At first, Tang Ling thought that Song Yun was just playing a prank and wanted to see what Wang Tian had drawn, but now it seems that it is not the case at all, Song Yun has a purpose, or she has seen something from this painting.

"Xiao Yun, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with this painting?"

Tang Ling stabbed Song Yun, who was looking attentively, but Song Yun obviously didn't hear it, and continued to watch, and when she watched, her hand unconsciously moved slowly along the lines drawn.