"Lin Fan, you can go back to your seat. Students, you can memorize two answers at will, and you can remember ......which one is pleasing to the eye," the math teacher said very embarrassed, and he felt so ashamed after saying this.

Lin Fan returned to his seat and continued to sleep.

A total of forty minutes of math class, Lin Fan himself took up half of the time.

But none of them were dissatisfied, and they were all too frightened to speak.

"You're amazing. Li Xiaohua said to Lin Fan, who returned to his seat.

"It's okay. Lin Fan said perfunctorily.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it's time for school to end at noon.

Lin Fan carried his schoolbag and left the school.

He stopped in front of a Chinese medicine store.

"Boss, do you have any of these medicinal herbs?" Lin Fan greeted the boss.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a look. The pharmacy owner looked at the note handed over by Lin Fan, and then there was a black line.

You're here to tease me, what are you writing about?

100-year-old ginseng, 100-year-old yellow essence, Tianshan snow lotus, and what is this Jiuyang grass? I have never heard of it.

"I'm sorry, this shop is just a small business, and I don't have these medicinal materials you want. The pharmacy owner said with a dark face.

"Okay, then I'll look elsewhere. Lin Fan took the paper full of medicinal herbs and left disappointed.

He also knew that the medicinal herbs he wrote about were difficult to find, and ordinary stores would not have them, but he had to have some hope for everything, didn't he?

Lin Fan asked one after another, but each store disappointed him very much.

Occasionally, a few stores had one or two things he needed, but that was a drop in the bucket, and it wasn't enough.

Lin Fan looked at his watch, time was running out, he casually found a place to eat something, and returned to school.

Lin Fan returned to his seat, closed his eyes again, and was half asleep.

"Hey, Lin Fan, wake up, this class is an art class, I'm going to the art classroom. Li Xiaohua, who was at the same table, pushed Lin Fan with her arm, and then said.

"What you're saying today is more than a year ago. Lin Fan glanced at Li Xiaohua in surprise.

"I don't know why, but all of a sudden I want to talk more. Maybe it's because I'm about to graduate, and I don't want my classmates to ignore me all the time and forget me at the class reunion in the future. Li Xiaohua said with a red face.

What she said is still very likely, and it is estimated that by then, she will really be forgotten by everyone.

"That's right, don't be so depressed all the time, it's good to be cheerful. Lin Fan said with a smile.

The two walked and talked, and after a while, they came to the art classroom.

The art classroom is spacious, filled with all kinds of portraits.

In front of each student, there is a drawing board, which is used in class.

I have to say that the teaching environment of Jianghai High School is not bad, and ordinary schools are not so luxurious.

"After a winter vacation, the students probably forgot all the content they had learned. I'm not going to give a lecture today, you can paint freely, you can draw whatever you want, and the time limit is 30 minutes. "The art teacher is a young female teacher with a very cheerful personality.

After hearing the teacher's words, the students picked up their paintbrushes, most of them painted casually, and some students chose sketches, watercolor paintings, etc.

Lin Fan also picked up the pen in his hand and prepared to draw.

What should I draw? Landscapes and people?

Lin Fan hadn't painted anything for too long. After a long time, he almost forgot how to draw.

Since Ling'er's death, he has never touched the painting again, because he is afraid of touching the scene.

An image popped up in his memory, and it was one of his deepest memories.

Lin Fan held his breath and closed his eyes, and in front of his eyes, pictures flashed one after another.

Lin Fan began to write, and the moment he held the pen, his whole temperament changed.

It was a kind of self-sacrificing momentum, as if he was holding not a pen, but the whole world!

Time passed slowly, and Lin Fan's paintings gradually took shape.

It can be seen that she is painting a woman, a woman in a white dress.

In the blink of an eye, thirty minutes had passed.

"Alright, students, you can stop writing. The art teacher said to the students.

Everyone ended their actions in unison and looked up at the art teacher.

"The rest of the time, let's look at the paintings of our classmates one by one. The art teacher walked up to the first student's painting and said in a brisk tone.

"Chen Long drew a picture of a tiger descending the mountain, with a strong momentum, teeth and claws, which is very good. ”

"Zhou Li painted a flying eagle, which has a momentum of soaring into the sky, yes, come on. ”

One classmate's painting after another was commented on, and at this time, it was Chen Menghan's turn.

"Hmm...... Menghan, what are you painting?" The art teacher looked at Chen Menghan's painting, a little unclear.

"It's the most precious thing I've ever received. Chen Menghan couldn't help but reach out and hold the coin on his chest.

"It's ...... Coins?"

"No, I think it's a jade pendant. ”

"You're all wrong, it's a sugar cake. ”

The students talked a lot, but none of them could give the right answer.

Lin Fan was stunned, he didn't expect that Chen Menghan painted the coin he gave her, her art skills were not good, and her painting was not very vivid, so everyone couldn't understand it.

"Although I don't know what Menghan is drawing, it looks pretty good, and it has a kind of hazy beauty. "The art teacher deserves to be a teacher, and the topic ended in a few words.

Because Lin Fan was the last art class, his paintings were at the end.

"Li Xiaohua's painting is very interesting, at first glance it looks like a reunion picture, but everyone has tears in the corners of their eyes, the first glance is a strong joy, the second glance has become a wordless sadness, the expression is also very vivid, the painting is really good. The art teacher praised that her level is estimated to be a little stronger than Li Xiaohua.

"Okay, let's take a look at the last painting, which is Lin Fan's painting. The art teacher walked easily in front of Lin Fan.

"This ...... This is?" the art teacher was stunned, his face incredible.

All the students had amazing faces on their faces, and they were conquered by this painting.

I saw that on Lin Fan's drawing board, there was a fairy in a white dress, she stepped on the clouds under her feet, the corners of her mouth smiled slightly, and she was holding a jade pendant in her hand, her eyes were so bright, as if she was psychic.

"It's beautiful. Everyone couldn't help but let out a sound of admiration.

"Yes, I originally thought that the flowers of Colonel Chen were beautiful enough, but I didn't expect the woman in the painting to be so beautiful!" someone praised.

The fairy in the painting has hands like soft wattles, skin like clotted fat, collar like grubs, teeth like rhinoceros, moth eyebrows, clever smiles, and beautiful eyes.

"If only there really were such fairies in this world. Chen Long said stupidly, he was fascinated by this painting.

When Chen Menghan saw this painting, she was silent, she was actually a little ashamed of herself.

The woman in the painting seems to be alive, as if she is in another world, smiling at everyone here.