Jiang Chacha came to a certain school building to pick up things this day.

But for a while, she forgot which classroom the classmate told her, and she was a little confused.

In the quiet hallway, almost every classroom looks exactly the same.

She gritted her teeth and had to push open every classroom to look at it.

Not this one.

She turned her head, didn't think about it, and pushed straight to the next classroom.

Because this school building is almost abandoned, waiting for the school to find someone to renovate. As a result, many classrooms have been used as storage rooms or even for other functions.

When she pushed the door open, the laughter in the classroom suddenly stopped as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look at her neatly.

The room was silent.

Jiang Chacha was a little embarrassed, she showed an embarrassed smile, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I entered the wrong classroom, I'm sorry to disturb ......"

She swore that the last time it was so embarrassing was at the grade assembly.

She held the door down, her head down, and was about to close it again.

Suddenly, she heard a beautiful chuckle coming from the classroom.

It is like an antique musical instrument emitting notes in a floating light, like a heavenly sound, which makes people put in a dream.

The voice...... How a little familiar.

Jiang Chacha was stunned for a moment, then raised his head.

Then she saw in the crowd the young man Qin Li who was gathered in the center like a moon by the stars.

His skin is like a white screen window through the light, so white that it is almost transparent, and the color of his clothes is also light, like the shallowest stroke of a painter's brush, but his facial features are unexpectedly beautiful, sick but not demonic, natural and just right.

It turned out to be a music room, and everyone had a different instrument in their hands.

remembered that when he left the sentence "I'm not done with you", Jiang Chacha's eyelids jumped violently.

Her instincts told her that something was wrong, so she wanted to flee the scene quickly.

She quickened the movement of the door to pull the door.

But he still couldn't bear someone's dark thoughts, and he held his cheeks and called out to her with a smile.

"Vice President."

Forcefully stopped her from closing the door with only one centimeter left.

After all, I'm sorry he came first.

Jiang Chacha still braked and stopped, and when she looked up again, she already had a pleasant smile on her face.

Although I know that the comer is not good.

But as the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person when you reach out, in short, just laugh first.

She faced him, baring her standard eight snow-white teeth.

Cheng Mao looked at her, and his originally dark eyes deepened and deepened.

He turned to the others and said a few words.

Then Jiang Cha Cha saw them get up from their respective seats, put the instruments back in their original places, and passed by her and left.

Before leaving, they all looked at her with frowns.

It didn't take long for the two of them to be left in the entire music room.

Cheng Ma sat there softly and bonelessly, and did not speak.

Jiang Chacha knew that he hadn't come to her to settle accounts for so many days, maybe he had some big move in his heart.

If he doesn't speak, then neither does she. Still standing there with a smile on his face, his hands hanging neatly in front of him, standing upright.

The room ticked and ticked, except for the sound of the ancient clock on the wall.

He kept silent, and Jiang Cha Cha secretly yawned at him out of boredom.

She finally figured it out.

Anyway, the system doesn't know what big conspiracy is hidden, and it won't punish her, so what are she afraid of these male protagonists doing!

Why can't the Buddha make it easy to live each day? A salted fish girl said.

He had been sitting there, and Jiang Chacha stood so that his waist was sore, and he secretly rubbed his waist.

At that moment, his pale pupils glanced at her, causing her to quickly withdraw her restless hand.

Cheng Ma stared at her for a long time.

"I have something to say to the vice president."

Jiang Chacha nodded, she didn't dare to stimulate him.

Cheng Maki adjusted another comfortable sitting position, "Vice President, do you remember here?" ”

Over here?

Does it have anything to do with the original owner?

Jiang Chacha frowned, but she didn't have the memory of the original owner.

She looked around silently.

It can be said that it is a music room, but it ...... It doesn't seem to be quite like that. Because it's a bit like a studio? In the corner, there are not only pianos, but also several easels, large and small brushes are placed randomly, and various colors of paint are also placed on the ground in a mess.

She couldn't figure out what kind of classroom it was.

She looked at him, her eyes unblinking, and said frankly, "I don't remember." ”

She saw that the corners of his good-looking mouth were slightly curved, and a mocking arc was outlined, but it seemed to ...... There's a touch of sadness?

He is like a leaf on a branch that is about to be blown away by the wind.

Jiang Chacha was stunned, and when she wanted to see it carefully, it was a pity that in the next second, the young man's expression returned to the same as usual.

She had to wonder if she had just read it wrong.

She thought for a moment and said, "Can you tell me?" ”

Cheng Ma's fingers tightened, he squinted his cat eyes and swept towards her, but he saw that her eyes were sincere, and her eyes were like a sunny day after rain.

The atmosphere was cold again.

When she felt that her feet were almost numb, she saw him walk to the easel in the corner, and his thin white fingers twisted a paintbrush.

His action of pinching the pen is very good-looking, his wrist bones are thin, and Jiang Chacha suddenly found that there was a small red mole on his wrist close to the blood vessels.

He looked over again.

His eyes are as beautiful as ever, but if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are very empty, like a beauty with empty skin and no core.

Jiang Chacha was shocked by his empty eyes, as if something had hit her soul headlong, and it also shook her internal organs, and it would take a while to ease up.

She had never been so deeply aware that the teenager in front of her had been waiting for redemption.

She suddenly thought of the little boy the size of the thumb cover of the pixel room, who couldn't get out of there, and who had been trapped in that small room for the rest of his life.

He held the paintbrush and smiled faintly, but anyone could see that his smile had bad intentions.

"I suddenly want to paint a picture, can you be my model?"

I knew he might be trying to trick her.

Jiang Chacha thought about it, but still walked in front of him, and smiled fearlessly and confidently, "Okay." ”

She still smiles so beautifully.

Cheng Maki looked at her smile expressionlessly, he dipped in paint, and randomly dropped a stroke on the drawing paper, as if venting.

It's an abandoned school building, and it's hardly anyone's way around, so it's been quiet this afternoon.

If it weren't for the fine dust dancing gently in the sunlight, she might not have realized the passage of time.

"Maybe you forgot, then I'll tell you personally."

Cheng Maki lowered his eyes, looked at her, and smeared on the drawing paper.

"You were right here, pouring a bucket of water from head to toe."

Ginger tea tea's eyelashes twitched.

His paintbrush stopped as he stared at her quietly, "If the vice president forgot, can I help you remember?" ”

Jiang Chacha looked at him and gradually understood.

He was going to let her go through what he had been through.

She was silent for a moment, "Yes." ”

She still smiled so blindly.

Cheng Maki got up, his hand was lazy and loosened, and the paintbrush in his hand fell to the ground.

He turned his head and searched for a clean paintbrush.

There is a bucket next to it dedicated to cleaning the brushes, and the water in it is clean at this time.

Cheng Maki dipped the brush in the water, and when she straightened up, her beautiful jewel-like eyes stared at her for a few seconds without wavering, and a demonic smile appeared on her face.

He walked up to her, lifted the water-soaked brush, and landed it on top of hers.

Using her body as a drawing paper, she painted on it.

Feeling the cold touch on his skin, Jiang Chacha's eyelashes trembled several times.

Cheng drew from her collarbone all the way to her chest.

"Is it cool?"

She didn't speak.

"Is it cruel?"

She pursed her lips and just looked at him.

He continued to paint, he didn't seem to know how ambiguous his movements were at this moment, and his eyes were as calm as the silence of the snow.

The wet brush quickly drenched the white shirt fabric on her chest, revealing the black lace underneath.

"Jiang Cha Cha, this is what you owe me."