Hearing this, Lin Xiyue's afterglow silently looked at Yin Haochen's elongated figure on the ground, and the hand hanging by his side clenched unconsciously.

Because of the last incident, Yin Haochen seemed to be quite angry with her, and he didn't talk to her for several days.

But even if he didn't have it, he hadn't spoken to her much.

The two mothers chatted for a while, and Lin Xiyue began to study formally.

There are various sets in the studio, some of which are real objects and some of which are plasters. Students sit in front of their sketchboards, choose the light and angle that suits them, and draw quietly.

Guo Meiling took Lin Xiyue to a position next to Yin Haochen, and then personally demonstrated the first step of learning to draw - drawing straight lines.

"Let's practice the basics today." After Guo Meiling finished speaking, she said to Yin Haochen on the side, "Haochen, you teach Yueyue more and help her watch it." ”

There were so many students in the studio that she had to tutor them one by one, and it was impossible to spend all her time with one student.

"Yes." Yin Haochen stopped the brush in his hand and looked in the direction of Lin Xiyue with a faint response.

Lin Xiyue's hands shook nervously, and the straight line in her pen instantly turned into a wavy line: "That's right...... I'm sorry. ”

"Keep your hands steady." Yin Haochen's gaze fell on the pen in her hand.

The girl's hands are slender and slender, lined with dark green pens, and appear fairer.

After studying painting for so many years, it was the first time he had seen someone who could draw a straight line like this.

Being looked at by him like this, Lin Xiyue's hands trembled even more, and her heart beat uncontrollably.

She lowered her eyes and whispered, feeling so annoyed that she couldn't do it: "I'm sorry." ”

Yin Haochen looked at her with her head down and kept apologizing, and her thin lips hooked a vague arc: "Even if you don't draw well, you don't have to apologize all the time." ”

"No...... No, I just want to say, I'm sorry for the previous thing, I didn't mean to......" Lin Xiyue secretly glanced at his side face, and said serious nonsense, "Actually, my lunch box was for Su Yifeng, just a little joke with him, I didn't expect to put it in the wrong place......"

The girl's voice was soft and soft, like an occasional breeze blowing outside the window.

Yin Haochen's gaze fell on the easel again, the pen in his hand slowly sketched lines on the drawing paper, and his eyes darkened slightly: "Oh, so that's the case." ”

……

When I went to Su Yifeng's house to do homework together in the evening, Lin Xiyue couldn't help but say to him as soon as she entered the door: "Guess what, I was taken by my mother to learn painting today, who did I meet in the end?" Yin Haochen! It turns out that he is the teacher's son, you say, is this fate? ”

Su Yifeng's hand turning the pen froze unconsciously, and the pen that was spinning fell to the table all of a sudden, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a touch of displeasure.

Fate? The fate is pretty much the same.

Lin Xiyue began to chatter excitedly again: "You know what? Yin Haochen is not angry with me anymore, he also taught me to draw! And her mother told me to talk to him more in class......"

She knew that what she was saying was meaningless nonsense, but for her, every little detail of getting along with the male god was worth magnifying.

"Are you finished, and you still can't do your homework?" Su Yifeng's eyebrows deepened, and he interrupted her coldly, "There are so many words, if you don't want to write it, forget it, don't affect me." ”

Who knew that Lin Xiyue was quiet for a second, and then said uncontrollably: "You say, does his mother have a good impression of me, otherwise how would I communicate with him more or something." Does she have a crush on me and want me to be her future daughter-in-law......"

Su Yifeng slammed the textbook on the table to the side, and suddenly leaned over to her, propped one hand on the edge of the desk, and the other hand on the back of the chair, looking at her with dark eyes.

"Tell me to be quiet, don't you understand? If you say one more word, I have a way to shut you up, do you want to try? ”

(Two more chapters in a row, the recommended vote is not given to Yan Yan, is it still for the New Year?) Next shift 20:10~)