Some people are obviously strangers, but when they meet for the first time, they seem to have known each other for a long time.

There is a feeling called a glance for ten thousand years; There is a kind of affection called love at first sight.

As a girl in the new century, Zhihua has never believed in love at first sight and what is ten thousand years old.

romance novels, old-fashioned episodes in TV series, will always be ruthlessly complained about by her.

Of course, with a blank love history, she only fantasized about it.

Chen Mo, the little bamboo horse that sways in front of her every day, is gentle, warm-hearted and handsome, and is one of the princes charming in the eyes of Qing University girls.

"I said to paint, little beauty, since you like sketching, just come to our department."

On the quiet ancient town road, Lin Keke hooked Zhihua's neck with his right hand and said with a little joking.

Zhihua is a student of the Department of Literature, but he prefers to paint, and likes to accompany his best friend Lin Keke to sketch outside on weekends.

"Get out."

Zhihua glared at Lin Keke silently, broke her hand and walked forward.

A hobby is always a hobby.

"Alas, okay, Zhihua, it seems that our relationship has been shattered, and you actually let people go."

Lin Keke clutched his heart, looking very distressed.

On the arch bridge, Zhihua skillfully put up the drawing board, arranged the paint, and looked at the scenery on the other side of the bridge and started painting.

"Draw."

Next to the willow tree on the shore, Lin Keke beckoned to Zhihua.

Zhihua put down the things in his hand and walked in the direction of Lin Keke.

"Hurry up, stand up."

Lin Keke pushed the painting forward and asked her to stand under the willow tree.

"I knew it."

Zhihua secretly supported his forehead, and scolded Lin Keke in his heart.

"Ah, we are beautiful and beautiful, gentle and virtuous, and the most suitable model for me to be my own."

Lin Keke grinned and patted his ass, and winked at Zhihua for a while.

Synonyms are used, no culture, it's terrible, Zhihua silently rolled his eyes in his heart.

"Tilt your neck slightly and look up."

Knowing how to do it.

"There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent."

Lin Keke was painting, and there were words in his mouth.

Praise the words of Zhihua, Lin Keke has never left any room.

Knowing the painting is helpless, as Lin Keke's best friend, she is often reduced to the point of being a model for Lin Keke.

The reputation is to do "great and selfless" dedication to girlfriends.

After standing for a long time, Zhihua suddenly felt that her neck was a little sore, she gently rubbed her neck, and her eyes inadvertently hit the arched bridge.

In front of the drawing board erected on the arched bridge, there is a person sitting at the moment, a little far away, and only a vague outline can be seen in the painting.

With a white shirt and neat short hair, it seems to be quite eye-catching.

No, the sketchpad is hers!

Suddenly aware of this, Zhihua ran in the direction of the arch bridge regardless of the image.

"Hey, draw ......"

Seeing Zhihua who suddenly ran away like crazy, Lin Keke was stunned and didn't react.

When she ran to the arched bridge, Zhihua was already out of breath, she was bent over, her eyes were almost narrowed, her mouth was panting slightly, her hair was messy, a few strands of broken hair stuck to her cheeks, and her face was flushed.

It makes people feel that there is a kind of messy beauty that is intoxicating.

Song Nanqiao stopped what he was doing, he looked at the girl who suddenly appeared in slight surprise, twisted his eyebrows, and pursed his lips in a beautiful arc.

"Hey, that, this sketchpad is mine."

Zhihua glared angrily at the uninvited guest who was holding her paintbrush and occupying her drawing board.

It's infuriating.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't see anyone, and I couldn't help but want to paint. I'm sorry to have used your personal belongings without your consent. ”

Song Nanqiao was slightly stunned for a moment, then stood up and said with some embarrassment.

Only then did Zhihua pay attention to the person in front of him, his face was like a carving, with distinct facial features, angular, and extremely handsome.

His thick eyebrows are slightly raised, his eyes are clear and bottomless, his lips are thin and moderate, and his hair is short, black.

White shirt, black trousers, white sneakers, clean and simple, a heart-warming feeling.

At that glance, I knew that the painting was divine.

Perhaps, that's a glance for ten thousand years.

"If you don't mind, I'll invite you to drink milk tea as an atonement."

Song Nanqiao pursed his lips slightly, looked at Zhihua with straight eyes, and pointed to a bubble tea shop not far away.

"Ah, it doesn't matter."

Zhihua reacted and shook his head.

She's not a small-bellied person.

It's just not very cool that others use her things without her consent, and now that people are compensating her, and her attitude is very good, she must not be too unreasonable to care, right?

Song Nanqiao's eyes swept in front of Zhihua's eyes, looked at the riverbank, looked at Zhihua again, and knew it in his heart.

"Drawing, I haven't finished painting yet, why are you running so fast?"

Lin Keke slowly walked to Zhihua's side with a drawing board and opened his mouth complainingly.

Draw?

It turned out that her name was painting, no wonder she liked painting so much.

Song Nanqiao looked at the drawing board in front of him thoughtfully.

"I'll leave first, if I have the fate to invite you to drink milk tea, take it as an apology."

Song Nanqiao glanced at Zhihua meaningfully, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and his face was filled with a warm smile.

He pulled the vibrating phone out of his pocket, picked it up, and turned away.

The sun shone warmly on his departing back, like a warm painting.

"Wow, you can draw."

"Where to hook up with the handsome guys?"

"This appearance is simply better than Chen Mo's stupid fork."

"Rely on it, this high-quality handsome guy is right in front of me, I didn't even bring a mobile phone."

"The back is super handsome."

Lin Keke's nymphomaniac disease was committed again, she stared at Song Nanqiao's back and exclaimed, almost drooling.

Lin Keke is a typical nymphomaniac, the kind that can't take his eyes off when he sees a handsome guy, and the mobile phone album is full of photos of all kinds of handsome guys.

It is said that it is better to see more photos of handsome guys, so that it is easy to eat.

Knowing that the painting ignored Lin Keke, he moved to the front of the drawing board, and the good paintings on the drawing paper came into view.

Delicate green willows, blue sky, verdant meadows, smart girls under willow trees.

The unique characteristics of all creatures are well interpreted in Song Nanqiao's pen, as if they are alive.

"The smoke willow paints the bridge, the wind curtain is green, and there are 100,000 people. The clouds and trees surround the embankment sand, the angry waves roll frost and snow, and the moat is endless. ”

On the edge of the drawing paper, such an intriguing poem is written.

Three words were written on the lower right corner of the dragon flying and phoenix dancing:

Song Nanqiao.

The Northern Song Dynasty had Nanqiao, Song Nanqiao.

Zhihua stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed the three words, and an inexplicable feeling in his heart came to his heart.

Very nice name.