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Chapter 17

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    "It's nothing, I just drew some broken pictures."

    "Humility, if it weren't for your good painting, my class would not be the best, and I will ask for your help in the future." Put your hands together, trembling on your forehead, as if praying in front of a Bodhisattva.

    "Oh, okay, you're welcome, you should help."

    "She drew some pictures, you can show her and teach her." Jiang Guo pushed a dozen 16 pages to me.

    "Please enlighten me." Xiaoyun said.

    I took it and flipped through it.  They are paintings of flowers and birds, some lines are drawn with red and green crayons, and flowers are slender and tremblingly entwined.  Green leaves, like painted red.

    I didn't look up for a long time, just looking at her paintings.  Suddenly remembered what to say, "Oh, not bad."

    Xiaoyun was so happy that a pair of canine teeth were all exposed.  Born to be cute.  Why is it Huya again.  Yang Yue also has such a pair.

    When Xiaoyun left, Tong Tiantian couldn't help complaining: "Ha. Number one, we didn't always take the number one last year, and this year we did the same in the blackboard newspaper, so we're not number one, what do you mean!" Jiang Guo also grumbled cheerfully.  for a while.

    In the end, everyone agreed that the blackboard newspaper should be returned, the reason being that there was no time and the senior high school entrance examination was approaching.

    I walked back from the office slowly, feeling slumped and extremely tired. Without responsibilities, I had no burden. It felt so good to have no burden.

    I wonder, how did such a big blackboard fit in my heart before?

    I used to hang it all the time, play with it in different ways, make it look good, and make it attract attention.  At that time of the week, I come to clean it up, and I am very happy.

    No matter what other important things happen, you can't forget it.  Now, the mood is completely different from before.

    People are so strange, now, the blackboards are standing on both sides of the road, coldly.  There is no more intimacy when I pass by them before.

    "It will have nothing to do with me from now on." I let out a breath.  I approached a blackboard and stood still. Only then did I realize that other people's blackboard newspapers were also quite good.

    Can draw, in this poor school, what an honor to have this specialty.  I have liked painting since I was a child, but somewhere in the dark, there is another huge resistance that resists my forward soul and makes me extremely painful. I don't know what it is.

    But what happened later, in the end, the reason was found, it was poverty.  Poverty makes everything hard for me.  At first, I always thought that this was just a very vague misconception.

    Then, after that, on my way to study art, it caused me to fall heavily.  Before I got up, I was forced to cut off the idea of ??pursuing an artistic career, resolutely.

    Although in the following days, it was much calmer.  But it's unavoidable, this pain is like a knife, the knife in my heart cuts my heart from time to time.

    Later, this intense emotion faded into nothingness, leaving only a dark imprint on my heart, like a scalded scar on the skin, which no longer hurts, but once I think of it, it floats in front of my eyes.  The desperate pain of the past: it just appeared faintly, and then faded away.

    "It should have been done earlier." Tong Tiantian and Jiang Guo also seemed to feel relaxed. Jiang Guo took a big breath and spat it out, and the fat arms propped on the table rattled the table.

    In the next few days, Xiaoyun came almost every day at noon. After lunch, she always held a roll of drawing paper with a few pages in her hand.

    Sometimes, she sat across from Jiang Guo and me with a desk in the middle.  Sometimes when Jiang Guo is not around, she simply sits in Jiang Guo's seat, tilting her head so that her face is almost on the table.

    However, from time to time her face moved closer to mine, and sometimes when I talked to her eye to eye, I suddenly felt tight breathing.

    The eyes blinked and looked at the painting in my hand, then looked at my eyes, and then stared at me again, without moving, listening to my explanation on how to draw this painting and that.

    After a long time, she often waited for me by the motorcade in front of my classroom, saying that her car broke down and was waiting to be repaired.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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