Mona sat quietly in front of the computer screen for a while.

The mind is a little confused.

She thought about Gu Lin's words just now.

It's not that she can't find Gu Weijing.

Both parties are in the same school, and they will always meet, but Gu Weijing deliberately avoided her, and the two sides barely made any eye contact.

Mona is also a little unaware.

How she should speak, what she should say.

She guessed some truths, but she didn't believe that the high-flying transfer student Katsuko Sakai would have any real feelings with Gu Weijing.

I've heard that Japanese high school girls have a lot of fun.

You can get together after only knowing each other for a few days, and there is a high probability that she is also a sullen female sea king.

Play wherever you go.

When you run around the world, you have to be accompanied by a boy, otherwise you won't be able to sleep.

MANY TRAVEL ENTHUSIASTS, TRAVEL PAINTERS, AND ART STUDENTS WHO HAVE SPENT A GAP YEAR HIKING AT WESTERN UNIVERSITIES.

I hope that one-third of them are trendy people who pursue open relationships.

Walk somewhere, stay in a hostel, play truth or dare or explicit king games, pick pleasing girls and boys to visit two art museums together, play a city, write a phone number that neither party will call again, or turn off each other on Twitter, and you can "go your separate ways and find the next journey that will make your heart throb".

Change to the next hostel, and then to the next bed partner.

This kind of thing happens everywhere in hostels in Europe or Nepal, India, Thailand, Mexico.

Every day, countless pairs of "lovers" meet and countless pairs of "lovers" break up.

One of their main forces is the painter who collects the style.

This is the way people live.

Similar to Joey in "Friends" who "how you doing" every day, most American sitcoms almost always have a character who often changes partners.

(Note: The main character in the legendary American drama "Friends" is a handsome and unaspiring Italian-American actor, known for being good at hooking up with girls and running away the next morning after sleeping with a young lady from all over New York.) How you doing is Joey's mantra, and it is also the opening line of the most famous scumbag in the history of American dramas and different girls. ）

It's not just a one-night stand to vent loneliness.

Many open Europeans feel that they are constantly changing partners, savoring life, and finding true love.

In a sense...... "red dust refining heart"?

It's easy to accidentally get AIDS.

A small number of people fell asleep while playing, and suddenly felt that they had found the girl they really loved, and they had found Mr. Right, you may suddenly settle in Nepal, Kenya, Mexico, Australia, settle down in a place far away from the world, settle down, get married, have children, and never return to China.

And you can even win the blessing and support of your family.

The mainstream love narrative in Asia is a lifetime of one person. It is at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, the tomb of the living dead, the Condor Heroes, and the kind that is extinct in the rivers and lakes.

The love narrative in the hearts of many Europeans has been this kind of wandering world since birth, and they have seen fireworks in the world.

The more fun-loving French.

As early as more than a decade ago, the proportion of children born out of wedlock in the millennial newborn statistics was almost more than 60%.

In North America or Japan, where the social atmosphere and the relationship between men and women are far more conservative and introverted than Europeans, they are in North America or Japan, where they are far more conservative and introverted than Europeans in terms of changing schools, engaging in short-term romances, getting laid, and having children.

It's really too normal, it's too normal.

It's so normal that professional film critics on IMDB have begun to complain that if they don't engage in a few bloody love triangles during summer camps or school transfers, they are not youth campus films.

Mona's heart.

Katsuko Sakai, who only transferred to another school for a hundred days, hooked up with Gu Weijing, has no doubt that it must be the type of bus that is.

There are a lot of such people on Dulwich's campus.

Don't get me wrong.

Miss Sandenu herself has no problem with the "bus", she just thinks that it is stupid for those money-worshipping girls to give up long-term interests for short-term pleasure.

But.

With Miss Sakai's conditions, it's okay to just play around.

In what social concept, a young and rich playboy who changes a beautiful girlfriend every day is a romantic boy.

The beautiful and rich daughter of the family picks boys to play every day, is she a bitch?

If Ms. Sakai catches the school musicians who play jazz and saxophone, and the athletes who play basketball and football.

Mona will only think that the other party is very free.

It does not prevent her from wanting to be good friends with each other, and even cheering for each other's flags and sisters.

But Katsuko Sakai hooked up with Gu Weijing.

It made her very annoying.

Man...... Who is not a double standard in their hearts?

"Don't look at her age, she looks quite innocent and pitiful, maybe that Miss Sakai has all the alliances of the four continents and ten nations in bed now. Some people are just too simple and easy to be deceived. ”

Mona muttered sarcastically to herself.

She frustrated herself typing in the margins on the screen, pressed enter with her fingertips, and waited for the mouse to match the small circle that appeared next to it.

Regardless of whether Katsuko is a scumbag or not, whether she is the female sea king of water-based poplars.

What does it have to do with her?

I am full of vicious speculation here, and I am just making the sorrow of a defeated dog.

Gu Weijing didn't answer her phone, she looked very happy, and people might think that it was very fun to be played by Katsuko Sakai.

She cares about the other party's death.

Mona doesn't want to be the kind of dead woman who chews the root of her tongue in the boy's ear, which is something that only Coco does.

She's just very irritable, very irritable.

There is also an inexplicable discomfort.

It was like a low-temperature flame smoldering in her chest, and Gu Lin's words echoed in her ears, tearing Mona's thoughts apart.

Finally.

Mona couldn't do it anymore.

Miss Sandnu copied the unfinished documents into a USB flash drive, ready to do it again in the evening, and raised her wrist to look at her watch.

It's getting late.

She put everything in her bag, straightened her hair, turned off the phone and stood up.

"Mona, you've been free lately......"

Someone tapped her on the shoulder.

It's Jerry.

When Gu Lin and Mona were chatting just now, he was sitting in the back row of seats, and the conversation between the two sides fell into their ears, and he listened to it quite deliciously.

"Jerry."

Mona stood still, looked at the tall boy, thought for a few seconds, and didn't choose to walk away.

"You're looking for me? Great, I have something to say to you. ”

She beckoned to Jerry, pointing to the couch and coffee table around the corner outside the hallway.

"Let's go there and talk about it, be quiet, just the two of us."

Jerry's heart was relieved and he smiled happily.

"Okay."

"Thank you for your willingness to add my name to the micro-film, and to repeat it again, I really appreciate it."

Mona didn't wait to actually walk to the couch.

She walked out of the information classroom and stopped when she reached a secluded and uninhabited place.

"It's okay—" Jerry just spoke.

Mona turned around.

Interrupting the other party, he calmly continued, "But gratitude is never the basis of feelings. It is not the basis of love. It doesn't create intimacy between couples, at least not between us. I didn't make this clear to you before, you are not wrong, this is my problem. ”

"I'm sorry."

"There are some people in the world who have been very good to me, and I have hurt some of them, and I regret it very much. I don't want to hurt you deeper. It's not a good idea to treat me as a chase. ”

Jerry was stunned.

"If you want to ask questions about your portfolio, yes, I'm glad I could help. But I don't have time right now, there are teaching materials in the back of the classroom, or you can email me to get in touch. ”

Mona's tone was still light.

"If you want me to have something else, I don't have time now, and I don't have time in the future. I'm sorry, but I think I should make it clear to respect you? You tell me? ”

Jerry's face was a little ugly.

He understood that Mona didn't want to create an ambiguous space for the two of them when he called him out, but he just didn't want to embarrass him in front of the public.

Jerry froze there.

Mona didn't really have to wait for a reply.

After finishing her words word by word, she turned around, put her schoolbag on her back, and walked out of the corridor without looking back.

Get out of the information building.

Mona walked in the direction of the school gate, and when she passed the campus stadium, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, turned her head sideways, and looked in the direction of the sports field.

"Why don't you go and see it? Recent...... That Miss Sakai is not here, and it seems that she and her mother have gone somewhere else to play? ”

She didn't know how the idea came about.

She knows that it may not be good to go to other people's girlfriends while they are not around.

But she also knows.

As soon as this idea was born, it had an endless allure for her.

Maybe...... It's time to be brave once.

Mona stared at the wooden street signs on the campus, and her footsteps unconsciously moved in the direction of the small stadium.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry, and by the way, I'm afraid he'll get hurt."

Miss Sandnu made excuses in her head.

——

"You've moved 2 km and your current pace is 6 minutes 03 seconds per kilometer, 1 minute 25 seconds behind your training plan......"

April and May are the little tails of Yangon's hot season.

It's not sunburning, but the temperature is still very high.

In the evening, there were not many people on the playground, and he was almost alone on the track.

Gu Weijing exhaled slowly, adjusted his breathing and heart rate, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and continued to run with his insistence on walking.

The focus of his life is a bit top-heavy right now.

After dark, I often have to go to the small studio of the Good Luck Orphanage to copy or prepare for an exhibition, and then go home at night to deal with the work of the vest detective cat.

The voice call with Mr. Sloth, because of the time difference between the two parties, is mostly in the middle of the night.

On the contrary, during the time at school, there was no other more important work except to practice watercolor.

So Gu Weijing deliberately adjusted his biological clock and canceled the morning exercise on the embankment of the Yangon River, so that he could sleep a little longer.

I changed my daily workout time from waking up in the morning to drawing in Professor Wattel's office in the afternoon until dark.

There was nothing to arrange, just a leisurely run.

Dulwich's gymnasium has changing rooms and showers for students, so you can take a shower and take a bus to the old church to start your evening work.

The runway is unmanned.

Gu Weijing's headphones played Mr. Sloth's previous art podcasts, and he opened the system panel at hand while running.

A light blue translucent light curtain appeared in front of me.

The duration of today's quota on the [Real World] skill bar has been depleted and has become (06/1000 seconds).

The number on the task progress bar is changed to (1/5) in the color column.

Gu Weijing took out a casual watercolor semi-finished product from the three watercolor frames on the wall that Professor Wattle had practiced hard for many years, but he still couldn't control the last layer of color blending.

I adjusted the paint casually, and I divided it by two and painted it directly.

No surprises, no waves.

There is nothing challenging either.

In front of the perfect level of skill with full firepower, the drawing teacher held a book and studied the subtle light and shadow on the surface of the building for ten years, undulating and weathered.

and Gu Weijing casually used the waste paint that had not been washed to dye a hazy cloud.

In addition to a larger number of strokes to draw.

In terms of difficulty, there is no difference.

It's all light and light, it's all easy, it's all light and brainless.

Those delicate painting difficulties that make countless ordinary painters sigh with admiration, pull out their hair one by one, and turn themselves into bald.

When Gu Weijing activated the skill, he didn't even have the qualifications to struggle in front of his fingertip brush.

Without any sense of conquest, he knelt down.

What makes Gu Weijing paint lacks a sufficient sense of achievement.

Of course.

Just the kind of painting process in which countless painting techniques are like a rain of flowers falling from one's side, and I am allowed to pick it up at will.

For an art student, it's still quite fun to create and completely unstoppable.

It is slightly different from Gu Weijing's painting clouds.

Although it is also a "color lift".

Because he blended more with the overall atmosphere of the works on the scroll this time, and used the skills for a longer time, plus Watel was not an idiot, the same painting had been painted for ten years after all.

There are complex difficulties and barriers to painting, and if you can't get through it, you just can't get through it.

However.

Except for the last layer of color smudging, the foundation of the whole painting is still good, and the line structure that does not require complex techniques has been combed by Wattel very solidly.

It's like an apprentice who has been practicing knife skills for ten years, and has shredded the ingredients, cut them into slices, fried them, pickled them, and watered them.

The pretreatment is not bad.

Gu Wei has been handled by this chef of the god of food, and the final and most quintessential stir-fry and seasoning, and the taste will not be bad at that point.

The comprehensive watercolor level of this painting is not the Lv.6 class level of the painting "Clouds in the Sky", but the master level of Lv.7, which has been completely promoted to the room.

There is only one level of difference, but it is a qualitative difference between the two classes of masters and professional painters.

Don't say it's used as a stepping stone to the Artists Association.

If you don't consider the off-site factors, the painting itself, in addition to the emotional field, still has a certain deficiency, and the technique is already qualified to try to hit the gold medal in some first-line and downstream biennials.

(End of chapter)