He Ying did not answer.

In the studio, the whispers of other classmates sounded, and words like "confession wall", "liar", and "white prostitution bonus" came to her ears from time to time.

And the two girls in front of them are also the same, "You don't admit it, we also know" expressions.

In the face of these rumors, He Ying has already thought of many ways to deal with it in his heart. But whether it was arguing, scolding, or picking up a paintbrush and paint to compete with them, it was not the best way for her to prove herself. Because, in the days after being diagnosed, she had already missed all those methods.

People will only look at the results.

Despite her efforts, she couldn't change the fact that she couldn't apply for the Academy of Fine Arts.

Later, she was confused, hesitant and self-abandoned, and when asked about the reason for reporting the archaeological building, she was also ashamed to say it. It's just that in the face of the facts, she has no choice but to accept her imperfections, and she also sees these past as a kind of regret.

Oh, yes!

Even she will dislike "He Ying" who suffers from color blindness, so why does she ask others to empathize with and truly understand "He Ying"?

"yes!"

What the two girls didn't expect was that in the face of their malicious questions, He Ying admitted it so generously.

And she even said with a sincere face: "I was diagnosed before the college entrance examination, and I studied ancient architecture before I could apply for the Academy of Fine Arts, so I am very envious of you for being able to study your favorite Chinese painting major." ”

"Huh?"

Both girls were stunned: Please! We're provoking you! What a reaction you have!

"Being able to come here for class today is completely arranged by our group's mentor, Mr. Ye, so I especially cherish this opportunity." He Ying said, and stood up and stretched out his hand in front of the two girls, "Of course, my coloring techniques are definitely not as professional as everyone, so I hope you will mention more." ”

"Oh, okay, I'm ......" The white girl who spoke first stretched out her hand, but before she could touch He Ying's fingertips, she was pulled away by another girl.

He Ying clenched his fists slightly, and when he turned his head to look at the other classmates, he found that not only did they not continue to whisper, but they also lowered their heads. I sat back in my seat.

The reason why these students have such a reaction is entirely because of the malicious exposure on the wall of Tianyang's confession a few days ago, coupled with the instigation of Chen Jingyi, the flower of the sculpture department.

The classmates in the studio thought that this He Ying was really as said on the confession wall, a scheming girl who would do anything to infiltrate the top student team for the sake of prostitution bonuses. What strength can such a scheming woman have? Why did you come to the Chinese Painting Department of the Academy of Fine Arts to be a classmate with yourself?

Therefore, the moment He Ying walked into the classroom, the students in the entire studio were already full of hostility towards her.

But the reaction of this "scheming girl" doesn't seem to be quite like what Chen Jingyi and the confession wall said.

And her mastery of the eighteen-stroke brushwork is no worse than that of these professional students, or even better.

So much so that after the white and pure girl returned to her seat just now, she found He Ying with her white drawing:

"Hello, my name is Xu Jing, I can teach you coloring, can you help me see, the lines of my character picture dress are drawn with willow leaves, but why is there no feeling of fluttering clothes in your paintings?"

"Oh, I'm using a mix here." He Ying gave her a demonstration seriously, "When I started writing, I used a nail-head rat tail drawing, followed by a willow leaf drawing, and in the folds of the clothes, I mixed a few ancient gossamer drawings, like this......"

The rest of the course is still to practice white drawing.

And when He Ying was looking through his mobile phone, he found Gu Zhaodi's missed call. She was about to call back, but received a WeChat message from Gu Zhaodi:

[It's okay, come on.] 】

She replied [Come on, send me a message about what you want to eat at night, I'll buy it for you from here.] Then he continued to practice.

Looking at He Ying's news, Gu Zhaodi sighed slightly, but she had no appetite at all.

I put my phone back in my trouser pocket and looked up to see a face full of anticipation:

"Miss Gu, I know my request is a bit excessive. But my grandmother, who suffers from Alzheimer's disease, dreams of taking my brother to have tea with her tea friends again. You really look like my brother, can you help me and help me fulfill this wish of hers? ”

Looking at the capable sister in front of her who was wearing a gray-blue professional suit, painted with flaming red lips, and had big waves, she began to play the emotional card again while talking, Gu Zhaodi was a little impatient:

"But I'm a woman, and I can't fight tea. I think it's better for you to let your brother do it himself. ”

She doesn't want to accompany the pair of grandparents to act, and she can't act in that kind of happy drama.

"If he can come, how can I beg Teacher Ye to find me a helper?" Sister Red-Lip's eyes also turned red, "My grandmother loves my brother very much, but he had an accident with my parents at the end of last year and couldn't be saved, and my grandmother was also deeply affected, so I ......"

Gu Zhaodi was stunned for a moment, bowed her head and said "I'm sorry", and suggested to her:

"Then without your brother, you can accompany your grandmother, and you are your own grandchildren, her old man should prefer real relatives to be by her side, right? I'll go first. ”

"Miss Gu!"

Gu Zhaodi just turned around, but was stopped by her again:

"To tell you the truth, I grew up in a patriarchal family, and my grandmother was ...... She didn't like me as a girl, so I left the house after high school and didn't go back for 10 years, from college to work. My grandmother shouldn't have any affection for me, my granddaughter. I don't think she wants me to have tea next to her. ”

"Then you are still so filial to her?" Gu Zhaodi was puzzled.

Sister Red-lipped looked at Gu Zhaodi with a smile, with a hint of tears hidden in her eyes, "Do you think I'm stupid?" After she finished speaking, she looked into the tearoom again, "I used to hate her, I hated my parents and younger brother, why wasn't I the one who was favored?" But now they're gone, and my grandmother doesn't know anything. But I'm still alive and sober, and I don't want to live in pain for the rest of my life. So, I've let it go and want to try my best to fill the gap between us. ”

"Sister! Can you not be moved by yourself! ”

Gu Zhaodi rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth to break the atmosphere:

"If they really deserve your love! I should treat you well from a young age! Instead of leaving you uprooted from your home for so many years and bearing the wind and rain alone! Then leave you alone to think about how to forgive them! Make up for the lack of your own heart! It's all fucking bastard logic! You know?! ”

The almost roaring voice made Sister Red Lips stunned for a moment.

It seems that it was not himself who was treated unfairly, but the righteous-looking tomboy in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little emotional. But I can't help you. After Gu Zhaodi finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the wing.

What is patriarchal and makes up for shortcomings, she doesn't want to care.

All she knew was that if she didn't leave, she would suffocate, roar, and completely collapse in front of outsiders, shedding unassailing tears.

And those words, she didn't know if she was saying it to this stupid sister, or to herself?

The phone rang at this time.

The word "Mom" jumped on the mobile phone screen, which was particularly dazzling against the strong background light, Gu Zhaodi instinctively wanted to hang up the phone, but began to hesitate again for a moment:

Why, what did you do wrong?

Confront her! Quarrel with her! Mess with her! Isn't it your right as a daughter? Why is he the one who walks away?

Does this home still have its own place? Shouldn't she have asked?

Holding back his anger, he picked up the phone: "Hey! What's up? ”