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Chapter 69 The Studio, That Strange Fragrance

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    ? In a huge studio, there are more than a dozen high and low easels, like mighty and unyielding warriors, standing in a row with their heads held high.  Because I am painting watercolor still life, the paper on the drawing board is all red, green and green.

    Seen from a distance, the angles and colors of the several visible drawing boards are slightly different.  There are several drawing boards with graffiti of various colors all over them, leaning sideways against the foot of the wall.

    The back door was closed tightly, and two tables were blocked. On the tables were several books, one of which was still open, covered with a layer of pencil sawdust.  On the side next to the wall, there was a pile of thick watercolor paper, and several plastic bags filled with paper were covered on top, and one of them slipped to the ground, twisting its body and lying on the ground.

    Pencil sawdust, pencil dust, torn paper, crumpled paper on the ground, buried the crooked broom, only a small handle was exposed, like a buried person stretching out his hand to reach the side to dry  Crumpledly rubbing the iron fork.

    It's almost impossible to get in.  Because there are paint boxes everywhere on the ground, and many box lids are placed here and there.  Dry tin cans of paint, a pencil case, and a few books are piled up neatly next to a certain mazza.

    The pungent smell is the strong smell of advertising paint.  Maybe after a long time, when various brands of paint smells are mixed and matched, it becomes a special pungent smell.  The smell is like being in a paint workshop, the strong and persistent smell of lacquer.

    Such a mess all over the floor was not cleaned up until Monday afternoon when cleaning.  The ground suddenly opened up, and several pairs of men and women who matched automatically were frolicking in the classroom, and the ghostly Xiao Mao borrowed the toilet to check the art teacher's office.

    Often, not long after going out, he would run back suddenly, hold the door frame with both hands, and stand still, "The teacher is gone!" The people hidden behind the easel and drawing board began to move, and the quiet classroom suddenly became alive.  .

    Some of them put down their drawing boards, stretched their waists and exercised their muscles and bones, and then lay on the glass of the door that communicated with the classroom next door, watching the beauties dancing over there.

    Next door to the art room is the music room.  Sometimes, when you pass by its door, you can glance at it inadvertently, and all you can see is a blanket spread all over the ground, and a shiny handrail is inlaid on the wall next to the door one meter above the ground.  .

    In the art room, through the door glass, you can see that a large whole mirror is mounted on the wall.  Usually in the corridor or in the art room, the piano, which can only hear the sound but not see the shape, is hidden behind the curtain next to the mirror.

    Sometimes, instead of going back to rest at noon, I would come to the art room and draw in a hurry, just trying to draw a few more pictures than others and learn more.  The sound of the piano next door rang intermittently.

    Notes are played out slowly one by one, probably some novice is practicing the piano.  Heh, the same mentality is to seize the time to study.

    When I was really tired and my back was sore, I put down the drawing board, swayed my arms while walking, walked to the door, tiptoed, and saw a girl in the opposite mirror¡ªthen  The girl modeling in the art studio¡ªshe's putting one leg over the armrest, wrapping her hands over the top of her head, pinching the other ear, and bending over that leg, and bending, and bending.  Her whole body is black, and it is a one-piece tights, which outlines her body bones clearly and realistically.  Slender legs and arms, flat and not too thin waist.  The one with the small butt is only a little swollen at the base of the thigh, which looks very strong.  The chest is too small to see the outline clearly.  Maybe it's the black color of the whole body, which makes them smaller.  She has a round face, fair skin, but tight flesh.  The hair is pulled back and the forehead is prominent.  Maybe I have practiced for too long, and when the sun shines, beads of sweat glisten and hang all over my forehead.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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