It took Lu Changsheng almost an hour to eliminate that evil fire.

Seeing that it was already late at night, the school was no longer empty, Lu Changsheng walked to the teaching building, and he came here at about this time last night, but he found that the lights in the studio were not on.

Lu Changsheng, who was unwilling, walked up to the studio, looked out the window, but found that there was nothing dark inside, and when he walked to the door, he found that the door of the studio was locked.

Lu Changsheng touched his chin and looked strange: "I didn't lock it yesterday, what's going on today?"

Lu Changsheng, who was about to leave, suddenly thought that he could drive things, so his mind entered the lock, and soon understood the structure of the lock, as his mind moved, the keyhole without a key automatically turned around, the door opened, and he walked in secretly, Lu Changsheng covered the door and decided to wait for Ning Weiwei's arrival in the studio.

"Li Qing, you're here. As soon as he closed the door, Lu Changsheng was startled by this sudden sound.

If it was a normal person, he would have to be scared to death by the scene in front of him, although he didn't turn on the lights, but Lu Changsheng, who could already see at night, found that Ning Weiwei was still sitting in her position yesterday, still dressed in a student outfit, her back was still so beautiful, and there was even a bit of mystery in this bleak scene.

"yes, why are you so early. "I don't know why, whenever I see Ning Weiwei, Lu Changsheng doesn't have any evil thoughts, and even forgets the hot scene of the tryst between the little couple just now.

"I've been waiting for you here. Ning Weiwei suddenly turned around, ran towards him, and then ran into his arms, as well-behaved as a kitten.

But Lu Changsheng subconsciously rubbed her hair, and his other hand naturally put his other hand on her soft shoulder to hug her, and involuntarily lowered his head and smelled her hair, and there was a girlish fragrance in his nose.

Feeling Lu Changsheng's movements, Ning Weiwei raised her head with a blushing face, closed her eyes, and looked at the red lips full of temptation, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but have a dry mouth.

Just when he wanted to kiss him, he suddenly realized something in his mind, he was not Li Qing, he couldn't do the same thing as Li Qing, he didn't come here just to fulfill Ning Weiwei's dream, but also to cultivate, not to mention that it was shameful to take advantage of others, and it was even more shameful to play another person to take advantage of others.

But the fierce scene of the young couple at night appeared in his mind again, which made him immediately fall into a struggle.

The most speechless thing is that Ning Weiwei's proud chest is tightly attached to his chest, and the ups and downs of her lower abdomen are also felt clearly, especially the moist and crystal lips and this goddess-like face, just so delicate and dripping in front of him, it seems that she is sorry for herself if she doesn't kiss him.

But just a few centimeters over, Lu Changsheng came to the emergency brake again, closed his eyes, and kept muttering a sentence in his heart, I am a good person, I am a good person.......

But at this moment, there was a sudden softness and wetness on his lips, that feeling almost suffocated Lu Changsheng, when he opened his eyes, he didn't expect Ning Weiwei to have kissed him, but she quickly took it back, and lowered her head, her face turned even redder.

"We ..... We paint.... Let's draw!" Lu Changsheng said suddenly, but his hand did not let go.

"Okay. Ning Weiwei opened his hand and walked to the front of the drawing board again, while Lu Changsheng watched her leave blankly, relieved but disappointed, and really wanted to slap herself.

"I'll model you, you draw me first, this time I'm facing you. Ning Weiwei's voice came again, and at this time she had already sat on the model seat and looked at her seductively.

Lu Changsheng reacted at this time, he walked to the drawing board and picked up the paintbrush, but he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Weiwei, what about the painting we painted yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" Ning Weiwei said strangely, "Did we paint together yesterday?"

"Oh. Lu Changsheng didn't ask.

At this time, Ning Weiwei was not a sober Ning Weiwei, in the fugue state, she was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and Ning Weiwei, who was awake in the morning, didn't seem to know about the fugue, and found that it was already embarrassing to hug her, and when she saw those two paintings, she must have deliberately hidden.

Looking at Ning Weiwei, Lu Changsheng was ready to deliberately look at her, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he always felt that Ning Weiwei, who came out deliberately, seemed to be missing something, and when he started writing, he also felt very difficult, every stroke was not smooth, the more he painted, the more fortunate he felt, and he didn't have the feeling of last night at all.

After painting for a few minutes, Lu Changsheng opened his eyes and looked at the sketch he had just drawn on the drawing board, although it was also very similar, it looked very rough, and it did not have the artistic conception of yesterday's painting at all.

"That's right, artistic conception!" Lu Changsheng suddenly thought of something, "When I painted her yesterday, it was because I felt the artistic conception of the two people together in another painting, so I forgot to substitute into it, and now I am just me, not Li Qing, so I can't feel this artistic conception at all, and naturally I can't paint like that." ”

Thinking of this, Lu Changsheng was a little distressed, he didn't want to continue to be Li Qing, because it was very painful, but it was okay to play it normally, but if he wanted to substitute for it, it would make him struggle between Li Qing and himself.

Especially when he thought that Ning Weiwei was in a fugue state, and he might not be able to restrain himself from taking advantage of the danger of others, the resistance in Lu Changsheng's heart became bigger and bigger.

"No, this will definitely not work, I am me, I am Lu Changsheng!" Lu Changsheng began to muttered to himself.

"What's wrong with you, Li Qing?" Ning Weiwei's voice suddenly came.

At that moment, Lu Changsheng's heart seemed to be melted, and he suddenly thought of the scene last night, that kind of delicate tenderness, the ignorance of youth, the hearts of the two people seemed to be stuck together, pure and flawless.

Lu Changsheng was suddenly relieved, he was not ready to continue playing, because he suddenly thought of another person in his mind, Murong Qingxue.

In his heart, Murong Qingxue was perfect and immaculate, and her eyes and smile were deeply engraved in Lu Changsheng's heart.

"It's fine. Lu Changsheng smiled, and all the baggage was gone.

"You look so good when you smile. Ning Weiwei blushed and said, "I like you to laugh." ”

Lu Changsheng, who was praised by a beautiful woman for the first time, finally realized what it was like for a girlish deer to collide, of course, as a man, he naturally would not fall under Ning Weiwei's pomegranate skirt, calm down on the surface, but digesting the impact of this passage in his heart.

When he closed his eyes again, Murong Qingxue was deliberately out, changed a piece of paper and put pen to paper again, and the smoothness of being like a fish in water appeared again.

What he was thinking about was every moment he met with Murong Qingxue, from her appearance in his life like a fairy descending to earth, to the daily encounters, from the obscure attention, to the first words she said to herself.

Each stroke represents a scene, and the more Lu Changsheng paints, the more tired he feels, as if he has put all his thoughts into this painting and poured all his feelings into it.

Finally, he couldn't hold it anymore, the feeling of extreme sleepiness interrupted all his deliberate scenes, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself sweating profusely again, although the feeling just now was very pleasant, but the consumption of thoughts was very huge, and the feeling of being sleepy and tired appeared again.

However, when Lu Changsheng looked at the drawing board in front of him, he was stunned, although this painting only outlined a simple outline, but it was this simple outline that actually made him feel like he was deeply trapped.

When he deliberately put this unfinished work into his mind, he could actually see what he was thinking when he painted just now, which was the love between him and Murong Qingxue.

At this moment, Lu Changsheng suddenly realized why he was so happy to paint this painting, because he painted all the love for Murong Qingxue in his heart, and only those who have reached a certain level can see the artistic conception of the connotation of this painting, while ordinary people will only think that she is good-looking, but there is always something that he wants to grasp but can't grasp.

"Maybe this is the soul of the painting!" Lu Changsheng said with emotion to himself, but the painting has not yet been completed.

He also understood why the ancients liked to paint, when they felt the magnificence of mountains and rivers, felt the vastness of nature, and when the emotions were sometimes tranquil and leisurely, sometimes majestic and magnificent, sometimes depressed and sad, sometimes desolate and desolate accumulated in their hearts, there would be an instant outburst.

And this explosion may be poured on a piece of paper and become a peerless masterpiece, or poured into a poem, become a peerless sentence, or poured into a sculpture, become a work of art that has been passed down through the ages.

But compared with the majestic sketching of the ancients, Lu Changsheng felt that his painting was too stingy, but this was also because of his lack of experience.

"No wonder the ancients would say, read 10,000 books, travel 10,000 miles. Lu Changsheng felt a lot of emotion in his heart, "It turns out that reading is cultivation, and traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers is cultivation." ”

But at the same time, Lu Changsheng also sighed a little, compared to ancient times, the current world has long been out of shape, and naturally there is no such majestic artistic conception, even if Lu Changsheng wants to understand, there is nothing for him to understand.

When he finally came back to his senses, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten something, and when he looked at the model in front of him, he found that Ning Weiwei was actually gone.

Lu Changsheng's face changed, he searched in the studio, but found that there was no one, and the door was still hidden, not closed or opened, touching his chin, Lu Changsheng said strangely: "Could it be that she woke up, and then found all this, so she left?"

Thinking of the selfless devotion just now, Lu Changsheng was a little helpless, but this was also something that could not be helped, but when he looked at the painting again, he suddenly found a trace of flaws.

"What's going on!" Lu Changsheng was distressed, but fortunately, this flaw was not in the main position, he reached out and touched it, and found that it was wet, and his face immediately became strange, "Water! Could it be that it was accidentally stained just now?"

Although it was distressing, there was no way, but fortunately the drop did not drip on the main position, just wait until it dried.

So, Lu Changsheng sat in front of the drawing board and began to deliberately think about the lake, keeping his mind in a state of stagnant water to recover the thoughts he had just used.

Two hours passed, Lu Changsheng opened his eyes again, his mind had recovered, and it had strengthened a lot, and sure enough, putting his mind into the painting was the fastest way to accumulate thoughts.

Looking around, Ning Weiwei didn't come back, Lu Changsheng was a little disappointed in his heart, but he wasn't ready to continue painting, if he didn't go back so late, the eldest brother would definitely be worried again, so he hid the painting on the drawing board in the studio and left the studio......