It was dark at night outside the window.

Yao Hekun's hand clenched the cigarette tightly.

Thinking of Que Zhou's delicate little face, he took another puff of his cigarette.

"Okay, you seven will be you seven."

Anyway, he is not very short of money now, and when he grows so big, he doesn't want to get a woman who can't get his hands on it.

This Que Zhou is still the first one.

He didn't believe it, so he couldn't threaten Que Zhou, and when the time came, he pushed the female painter out, Que Zhou was isolated, and he took advantage of it again.

Take money in both hands, and there are interests in both hands.

A greedy look appeared in Yao Hekun's eyes.

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In the studio of the Academy of Fine Arts in City B.

Que Zhou is preparing to paint something new, the original owner and the combination of people who like to paint mountains, forests and people, especially after getting sick, there is always a feeling of despair and suffocation when he paints things.

In Que Zhou's pen, this despair and suffocation inexplicably became an even more powerful force.

I don't know when, but there were classmates standing very close behind me.

And, of course, her mentors.

"Que Zhou, why didn't you take us with you when you evolved?" A girl exclaimed behind her.

She stared at the paintings on the canvas, the mountains and the strange lights hidden in the mountains, the people hidden in the light, the ghosts and gods in the treetops.

It was as if they were really in the middle of the mountains and saw those fantastic scenery.

The mentor stood behind Que Zhou, both eyes glowing.

In the past, this little girl was very aura, but it may be a problem of illness, and she often can't fully express the picture in her head.

In many cases, only one out of ten paintings can be called a work.

When I was in college, many of her paintings could be called works, but since I went to graduate school, it is obvious that she has not enough energy to paint.

As a painter.

In addition to having an aura, the ability to draw on your own is naturally very important.

Even masters like Van Gogh, Monet, Picasso, and Leonardo da Vinci have studied the basic skills for a long time, and only with solid painting skills can they depict their inner world and accurately express their feelings in their hearts.

Now, it's like she's really 'evolved'.

The pen is profound, and the painting skills are exquisite.

If it weren't for school, he really had to wonder if his student was secretly apprenticed behind his back.

"Que Zhou, your painting is very good, very good, I'll give you a contest after the painting, oh yes, speaking of the competition, the last competition should have been out, have you received the results in your mailbox?"

"I forgot to read it."

"Can you forget to watch such a big thing? Haven't you always wanted to participate in art exhibitions? If you can get the ranking this time, you will be able to participate in the art exhibition, and your painting is so good, you will definitely be appreciated! ”

A classmate said enviously: "What I am most afraid of is that geniuses are more diligent than salted fish like us, Que Zhou, if you become a famous painter, can you sign my paintings, if I am depressed and have no money, I will sell my paintings, saying that you painted them." ”

Another classmate gave him a kick: "Lack of morality, your painting of Renque Zhou is like black history." ”

Everybody's giggling.

The atmosphere in the class is very good, everyone loves painting, and most of them like inner freedom.

It's just that everyone used to praise the original owner, and her illness made it a little difficult for her to accept the praise of others.

She didn't feel worthy of the compliments.

Because the original owner had seen too many better paintings, she often belittled herself while painting, so many paintings in the later period lost that aura.

She didn't speak, and the tutor chuckled in his heart, afraid that everyone would be too noisy and disturb Que Zhou, and was about to let everyone disperse, but Que Zhou suddenly turned his head and smiled at his classmates.

"Thank you for the compliments, you guys did a good job." Her voice was soft.

A pretty face is like a perfect painting.

Que Zhou picked up the mobile phone placed on the easel, and did receive an email last night, but she never clicked on it.

Click on it now, it was sent by the organizer of the competition.

The mentor held his breath, "How did it turn out?" ”

"Ms. Que Zhou, thank you very much for participating in this competition, congratulations on winning this competition...... Gold Award, I hope you will reply within three days, and you will be invited to the award ceremony in one week, please be on time at that time. ”

The whole studio began to boil when they heard the word gold medal.

Many of the people who can win gold medals in this competition are bigwigs who have been painting for many years.

No gold medal winner has ever won it when he was a student.

Que Zhou may have been the youngest winner of the competition.

The tutor was also excited and couldn't wait to go to the school playground for ten laps.

Putting aside his own happiness, from the perspective of interests, he can teach such a student, and his own paintings will rise in value.

And the students are even happier.

Their classmates are gold medal winners.

When the time comes, they will be fellow disciples.

What is it called.

This is called a man who has attained the Tao and the chicken dog ascends to heaven!!

The award ceremony is not in City B, because Que Zhou is still a student, so the organizer specially asked Que Zhou to take someone to go, and that person is naturally his mentor.

The tutor didn't sleep all night, and the next day he drove to find Que Zhou with two big dark circles under his eyes.

On the way to City A, Que Zhou was afraid of the instructor's fatigue driving.

But in addition to the dark circles under his eyes, the professor's eyes were like copper bells, Que Zhou said that she was coming to drive, and the professor also refused with righteous words, saying that he was now more energetic and more powerful.

Three hours later, according to the address given by the organizers, Que Zhou and the instructor arrived at the place where the award ceremony was held.

But the two looked at the mountains in front of them and always felt that something was wrong.

Xiao Sesame said in a puzzled tone: "Sister, I know that people who engage in art are generally very good.... Kindness...... The idea is special, but it is not so much that the award ceremony is in the deep mountains and old forests, right? ”

The car doesn't go up, and this piece of mountain seems to be private territory.

Following the car in front of him, the professor drove the car into the parking lot, and then someone guided the people who attended the award ceremony outside the parking lot.

But Que Zhou frowned slightly.

Because she smelled a very strong ...... Demonic spirit.

"Teacher, there are a lot of people here, don't stay too far away from me." Que Zhou's voice was timid.

She wore a red dress, bright as blood, and her skin was extremely fair.

His eyes turned around and lowered his eyes slightly.

The professor immediately approached Que Zhou: "Don't be afraid, the teacher is here." ”

Even if she is in her twenties, in the eyes of a sixty-year-old professor, Que Zhou is still a little girl.

The little girl is also sick, and as a teacher, he should protect the students well.

After all, Que Zhou won the gold medal this time.

I don't know if some red-eyed people will suddenly rush out and go crazy.

Both men were on high alert.

A vigilant person.

A vigilant demon.