MTL - The Road Turns White Tonight-Chapter 158 Chapter Four Meet

After the rain, the paint turned into water when it was painted, and Gu Yebai opened the rolled draft and looked at it, frowning slightly. The appointed time was approaching. He never had the habit of making appointments. He glanced at his watch. He rolled up the drawing again, shoved it into his clothes, ignored Lin Ziyan's howl behind him, and ran down the steps.

The rain was cool, and just after falling on the body, an umbrella had been stretched out over the head.

The first thing that caught my eye was a little hand shaking with a handle.

"Classmate, where are you going? Let's go together, I just have to go too." The owner of the umbrella, his voice was also shaking slightly.

Something flashed in his mind, and his eyes moved darkly.

He is over eighteen in height, the girl is only his lower jaw, and he is only about one six two three in height. He is thin and thin, and looks more sparse, but his eyebrows are crooked. At first glance, it seems that the smoke is crowded. moving.

He thanked him lightly and reached for the umbrella in her hand. The most basic courtesy between men and women.

"Wait a second, you hold this." The girl's voice was a little hasty, she seemed to remember something, and her frizzy ripped shoulder bag was passed to him.

He stared coldly, calmly, just taking her stuff. He doesn't like this kind of abruptness.

"Put your painting in so it won't splash."

She was anxious to see him carry her bag to her shoulders.

The shyness in her voice shook her heart for no reason.

With a slight pause, he took the picture out of his clothes and put it in her backpack.

"I'm in charge of the umbrella, you're in charge of protecting it." She seemed pleased, her lips and cheeks curved.

"Um." He frowned.

Two men and one umbrella drifted into the rain. Behind it are cluttered vocals and unconscious eyes.

The rain broke, and the campus radio did not play popular songs today, but the work of piano prince Richard Clydeman "encountered by chance". The broadcaster chanted an unknown poem in a delicate and melody:

In a crowd

Your white shirt

Tangled in my issued hairpin

You are faint

I also hold

Leave it alone

Meet again

If Moro stretches his hands together

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Long after

We work together

Still divided

*

Administration Building of the Department of Fine Arts.

Returning the shoulder bag to her, he wanted to leave immediately, and pulled his foot out for a moment, stifling suddenly.

The rain was heavy. He was just wet the sleeves on the side far from the umbrella, but she seemed to be picked up from the water. The clothes were wet, and the water stains dripped around the place. The strands of wet hair were sticking to the forehead, and even more embarrassed. Seeing the funny eyes of several girls walking by, she put out her tongue, wiped her hands up, smiled at him, and said nothing, so she was ready to leave.

As for him, she was a dwarf, and the umbrella should not have been supported by her. This way, he kept struggling to raise his umbrella and leaned towards him.

"Wait for me here." He hesitated, and still spoke.

"What?" She froze, her face wrinkled slightly.

He ignored it and left quickly.

*

Faculty office.

Professor Xia picked up the artwork, squinted, and looked at it for a while. At the end, he smiled comfortably, "Well, Gu Yebai."

"Professor, if you think it's okay, I'll leave first." He looked dull, and was not half delighted by praise.

"Make it? If your painting is just make-up, then the work of the entire g major art student can be retaken." Professor Xia looked seriously. "You have been deliberately hiding your artistic accomplishments. Why? "

"Professor, I'm sorry I can't tell you why. You are my respected teacher. I don't want to panic."

Professor Xia was slightly surprised, and he didn't even appreciate his appreciation. He groaned a little and said, "Xiao Gu, if you have any difficulties, you might as well tell the teacher that the teacher is always welcome. In addition, I don't want to keep the status quo. Opinion, after all, it is your freedom. So, find a time to come to my studio every weekend in the future. You have already done a good job in composition, color, and even implication. I would like to talk to you about some painting circles. Everyone ’s technique. "

Professor Xia has a long-established reputation in the industry. Later, he taught with painting and excellent teaching. Before and after the class, he begged him to give pointers to countless students, but he never accepted apprentices easily. These simple words have hidden the meaning of teaching alone, and have been overjoyed by other students.

Gu Yebai's temper has always been indifferent, and his heart was touched. He is still quiet, just thank the professor.

Professor Xia patted him on the shoulder to let him leave, and at the same time raised an inexplicable worry in his heart. In this student's painting, he saw amazing talent, but at the same time, the dark and dark color in this young boy's painting and the other way out The way of expression reminded him of the Nordic art master Oak. The artist's childhood was full of dark experiences, so the composition in his paintings is mostly ridiculous and dark. Gu Yebai, this kind of talent, will become a great tool in time, don't take the wrong way.

The petite figure stood on the inside of the gate of the administration building, with his head sideways, his eyes softly standing on the floor-to-ceiling glass, wondering what he was thinking. When Gu Yebai came out, he saw this scene, and when she came to the woman, she was still traveling in the sky.

He yanked her hand and walked forward quickly.

She was caught off guard, only to feel that her hands were caught in the warm and powerful palms, and when she was about to break free, the other side raised an eyebrow, and the slender knuckles tightened tightly, and her strength fell instantly into his arms.

She was shy and anxious, and was about to speak. He had kicked open the door of the empty classroom next to him, pushed her inward, leaned against the door, and stared at her.