[Full-time master] I'll say it first

With a snap, the dark room was opened, and sunlight came in through the door, making it clear what this room was used for.

It looks like a study, but it looks more like a studio.

In the center of the room is a wooden four-corner drawer for oil painting, on which there is a piece of blank paper, oil brushes and paints in the box, and a palette on the floor.

There are not only palettes on the ground, but also many thick copperplate books spread out, each of which is related to oil painting without exception.

"You can just draw something for the final homework. Why do you have to draw me? Even if you want to draw people, you can also draw self-portraits. I remember that your department has always had this? My design is the only one. I just finished editing and sent it up to show to my instructor, and I will have to edit it later, and then I won’t be able to act as a model for you." A male voice came through the opened door.

A snow-white hand rested on the doorknob, and Wen Qianling himself looked sideways to the rear and said, "Because I want to draw you, can't I? It's just a three-quarter profile, and I don't want you to strip naked for me." Be a nude model!"

Huang Shaotian walked around the sofa and walked towards Wen Qianling, with an unscrupulous smile on his face, he said, "I'll be your nude model? I don't care, but do you really dare to draw?"

Wen Qianling gave him a sideways glance, turned around and entered the room, and said as she walked, "Why don't I dare to draw anymore, it's not that I haven't drawn nude models before, every art dog has seen how many nude models, how many? There is something special about him."

She walked into the studio, pulled the curtains that were super light-proof, and after a sound of brushing, the sun poured all over the place.

"Okay, do you really dare to hang it out after you draw it, and hand it in as homework? Your classmates should all know that I am your boyfriend, and even if they don't know, they will know by then?" Huang Shaotian pulled the studio The chair inside, looked at the direction of the sunlight, and sat down.

"Can you look at this matter with an artistic eye, this is art!" Wen Qianling gave him a contemptuous glance, "And I didn't really ask you to be a nude model."

Huang Shaotian was dressed in a suit, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He came here after changing his clothes next door according to Wen Qianling's request. He smiled and said, "It's not that you don't know that our architects have long been ignorant." Art, we only understand concrete, and art is something that is discussed in the training class before the college entrance examination. Speaking of which, can you sit like this?"

"Side a little more." Wen Qianling waved his right hand and said, "Okay, that's it, great, I'm going to make a sketch first, don't move!"

Huang Shaotian just sat there like this, looking at Wen Qianling who looked at himself seriously with a pair of eyes, then picked up a charcoal pencil and drew something on the white paper.

There is a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes are very serious. She is always serious when doing things, even if she usually makes people feel like an off-line girl.

Early summer is here, and soon it will be another year of graduation season. As an architecture student who was cheated by the academic system, Huang Shaotian is about to usher in his own graduation season, and now he is facing his own My girlfriend who is only a sophomore at the beginning of the next semester.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of how she looked when he saw her for the first time.

At that time, she was only in her third year of high school, an art student.

One day, because the public class teacher couldn't bear the absence rate, he said in a fit of anger that he got the point. The whole group of people who were chasing the design drawings in the dormitory were all blown up, and went directly to the lecture hall to attend class.

Zhang Jiale was the one who notified him. Logically speaking, this kind of luck is completely wrong!When you play the book with Zhang Jiale, you can't get what you want!

He directly sent a text message to Zhang Jiale to help him reserve a seat.

But Zhang Jiale told him that there was only one vacant seat, and the rest of the row was full.

One is better than none.

"One is one, you take it first, I'm on the road now, and I'll be there soon, when will the old man be there? I didn't say, what else can I order at this time, anyway, no one has been going anyway." Huang Shaotian replied Received a text message from Zhang Jiale.

When he arrived, he groped through the back door and sat next to Zhang Jiale, and then he found a girl on Zhang Jiale's left, lying on the table and playing mobile games.

"Your girlfriend?" Huang Shaotian jokingly bumped Zhang Jiale's arm, but he didn't take it seriously, maybe they just happened to be sitting together, and he didn't know who that girl was.

"What nonsense are you talking about? My relative, an art student, ran out after a quarrel with the family. I brought her to the school to have a look." Zhang Jiale pushed Huang Shaotian back.

"Study fine arts? I can only say that you must never take the entrance exam to build a college. You really have nothing to love. Although I have said this for three years, I think it is necessary for me to say it again in the fourth year. If you give me a chance, I will definitely I will go to the Academy of Fine Arts, not Jianyuan!" Huang Shaotian said a little louder.

The girl lying on her stomach playing with her mobile phone heard his voice, raised her body, turned her head to look at him, her eyes were full of doubts, as if wondering who he was.

She poked Zhang Jiale.

Zhang Jiale glanced at her and said, "Little Qianling, this person is Huang Shaotian, I told you."

"Oh, my name is Wen Qianling, I know you, Uncle Zhang told me." When she spoke, a mischievous smirk flashed across her mouth, and then quickly covered it up, as if it was his illusion, A pair of big and bright eyes squinted, and the long curly eyelashes tried to cover the light in her eyes.

Soon, Huang Shaotian knew that he had no illusions, because Zhang Jiale exploded immediately.

"Don't call me uncle!"

"Then why did you call me Xiao Qianling? You were the one who did it first!"

"... Do I have it? Do I have it?"

"You have it!"

It's completely elementary school students' quarreling posture, you guys are so weak!

After Huang Shaotian pulled the two away, Wen Qianling raised her hand and brushed her hair behind her ears.

I don't know if she is too white to make her hair look particularly black, or if her hair is very black to make her look particularly white.

Huang Shaotian only felt that he wanted a DSLR, and took a picture of her raising her hand to brush her hair.

"Are you from the Department of Architecture?" Wen Qianling asked, bypassing Zhang Jiale.

"That's right, that's right, don't apply to the Department of Architecture, there are too many classes, and you have to draw pictures every day until you are old. After a big homework, you can buy a box of instant noodles and live in the dormitory. Don't believe in TV dramas and novels. From here!" Huang Shaotian said with a serious expression.

Wen Qianling suddenly laughed when he heard it.

Seeing this, Huang Shaotian cleared his throat and said, "What I said is really true, don't believe me, as an architectural student, I really suffered from it!"

Wen Qianling stopped laughing and said, "I'm studying oil painting, don't worry, I will also take an exam in oil painting in the future, and I won't go to the Department of Architecture, and, actually, I really want to ask, how do you know what is happening in TV dramas and novels?" Are you talking about architects?" After speaking, Wen Qianling laughed again.

Huang Shaotian looked at Wen Qianling and smiled unconsciously.

In fact, when they first met, he liked her.

Sometimes there is no reason to like someone, it is just this person at a glance.

The first time Huang Shaotian saw Wen Qianling, he felt that it was her.

During the third year of high school exams, she came here to take the exam, carrying a drawing board on her back, and holding a box in her hand, which contained a palette of paint brushes.

He wanted to reach out and help her take it.

However, Zhang Jiale was rejected by her.

"I said that your character is okay, very strong, are you my relative or grandson's relative?" Zhang Jiale complained.

"To be honest, I'd rather be a relative of Brother Sun." Wen Qianling nodded, as if to strengthen the credibility of what she said.

"Damn, what do you mean by calling him Brother Sun and me Uncle!"

"That's what it means, and I don't call you uncle now, it's really stingy."

Sun Zheping directly pulled Zhang Jiale away to avoid child abuse incidents at school, which is not good.

"Don't make noise, don't make noise, don't affect the examinee's mood, Miss Wen, have you brought your test admission ticket? Have you brought your certificate? Have you brought all your things? Where is the test room? We will take you there first. It will be troublesome if you are late. The professional teachers here really care about punctuality." Huang Shaotian also stood between the two of them and said.

"Damn it, you two can do it too, you're very strong, you both help the girl and not the brother!" Zhang Jiale was instantly unconvinced.

"I did it for your own good." Sun Zheping said, "How many times have you won a fight with her?"

"..."

Later, he was promoted to the senior five, that's right, the senior five...

Zhang Jiale and the others all graduated immediately, and went straight to graduate school, and Wen Qianling became a freshman in the university.

Take her teacher, who is well-known inside and outside the school.

Ye Xiu.

When their seniors became famous, they were directly hired by the school as honorary professors.

To be honest, honor and honor are fine, but people come to class all the time.

They were all people who had been gangsters in school at the same time, Ye Xiu, Huang Shaotian was not familiar with him, and then he became seriously worried that Wen Qianling would be taken over by that guy.

Huang Shaotian has a girl he likes, and all the buddies in the dormitory know about it.

So a group of dog-headed military divisions began to make plans.

Even though we all have no experience of leaving the group.

"If you like it, chase after it! To confess your love, kiss it!" Song Xiao yelled.

"Follow the oil painting department, don't they have always despised us for building the academy, Young Master Huang, come on." Zheng Xiao said.

"Actually, it's better to take it slow. First, let's get a sense of presence around the girl, and then it's better to confess when you're sure. And Shaotian, isn't the girl you like a freshman? Don't worry." Yu Wenzhou stopped drawing pictures hand, turned his head and said.

"Holy shit, Young Master Huang, you're actually targeting a freshman girl!" Song Xiao and Zheng Xuan were stunned.jpg

Huang Shaotian deeply felt that Yu Wenzhou was still reliable.

Brush presence, then brush.

He secretly asked Zhang Jiale for a wave of assists, and asked for Wen Qianling's class schedule, even though Zhang Jiale gave him N times in the middle.

Then when Huang Shaotian was almost free, he went to Wen Qianling's studio to order.

Once, when their creative class was not over, Huang Shaotian was waiting in the corridor, and Ye Xiu walked out. This guy didn't care if he was in school or not, he leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, and said, "I didn't expect that." Ah, you have quite a few sisters in Jianyuan, right? You actually fell in love with a freshman? Who are you looking for, Wen Qianling?"

Huang Shaotian immediately went crazy, "How did you know, Lao Ye?! Did that bastard Zhang Jiale tell you?!"

"No, I'll just take a random guess, is she really that girl?" Ye Xiu said, "Seriously, let me tell you, you can't chase that girl with these methods, and confessing directly is more reliable than this."

"Really?" Huang Shaotian was dubious.

"Really, what did I lie to you for?" Ye Xiu said.

"But from what I know of you, you often talk nonsense seriously."

"That's called diplomatic rhetoric, do you understand?"

"It is now, you are talking nonsense in a serious manner, what kind of diplomatic rhetoric are you using now, you don't want to be an ass, Lao Ye!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Ye Xiu said, "Believe it or not. It's almost time for get out of class. I'll go back first."

Then, Ye Xiu turned around and went into the studio. After 2 minutes, the get out of class was over.

A girl walked outside the door, saw Huang Shaotian, turned back and said, "Qianling, your boyfriend is here to wait for you again."

Huang Shaotian panicked instantly, he didn't know how to put his hands down.

Not long after, Wen Qianling walked out of the studio.

"You're here again." In declarative sentences, Huang Shaotian didn't even know what she meant by those words, maybe he felt annoyed.

Huang Shaotian patted his head and said, "That's right, I don't have class today, I just handed in the design drawings, so I stopped by to see you, and you just finished class, what a coincidence!"

Wen Qianling didn't speak, turned around and went downstairs, Huang Shaotian followed behind her, suddenly Huang Shaotian didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere was a little silent.

After leaving the academy building, he saw Wen Qianling clenched his left hand, stopped suddenly, and looked at him seriously.

He had seen this light in her eyes, when she was painting.

"What's the matter? Why did you stop and not leave? Did you forget something in the studio, what is it, I'll just go get it for you." Huang Shaotian wanted to run away.

"There is nothing I forgot to bring." Wen Qianling bit her lips, sighed, looked into Huang Shaotian's eyes, and said, "Do you like me? Why didn't you confess to me? You didn't confess to me. How can I accept you? Why don't you say it!"

Huang Shaotian was instantly stunned, "Ah? What?"

Wen Qianling frowned, her eyes were hazy, she looked like she was about to cry, and she whispered, "Do you not like me?"

"How come, I like you very much, I have always liked you, don't cry, I don't know what to say, but I really, really like you." Huang Shaotian bent over and looked Wen Qianling squarely s face.

The crying expression on Wen Qianling's face was wiped away, and she smiled instantly, her lips were printed on Huang Shaotian's cheek, and said, "I like you too, very much."

Then, Huang Shaotian became the dog who got out of the group and was FFFed by the dormitory collective.

Moreover, as a courtyard builder who abducted a girl from the oil painting department, everyone in the class felt that a statue should be erected for him at the door.

Let everyone later FFF him.

After being together, it is natural to hold hands, hug, kiss, and exchange secrets.

Only then did Huang Shaocai know that Wen Qianling mustered up a lot of courage to say those words that day, and his reaction at that time even scared her.

She is not as indifferent and indifferent as she seems.

She said that she is not a person who falls in love at first sight, she is the kind who gradually likes someone.

Huang Shaotian was lucky, because he was the person she gradually fell in love with.

Yu Wenzhou is still reliable.

It is normal for the architecture department to study history, but it is a bit powerful for a pure art major such as the oil painting department to study history.

"What kind of history do you study in the oil painting department? Isn't it good to just draw and paint? What the hell is history? I can't memorize it at all. I think the whole book is focused, and I feel bitter, and I don't give it a focus! Finally I feel bad!" Wen Qianling took Huang Shaotian's hand and complained.

Huang Shaotian raised his head and patted Wen Qianling's head, ran his fingers through her hair until he touched her face, and said, "You're alright, let's go to the library, I'll review for you, our major is relatively poor, If you choose your major well, every day is like the college entrance examination, and there is only harm when there is comparison.”

"Actually, why are you so busy with your majors? You still have time to fall in love. You have a big problem." Wen Qianling wondered.

The Department of Architecture is really busy. Huang Shaotian’s university experience in the past few years is like this——

When others are talking about girls, he is drawing pictures.

While others were placing candles downstairs to confess, he was drawing pictures.

When someone else is already dating a girl, he is drawing a picture.

When everyone else broke up with the girl, he was still drawing pictures.

When others found the second girl, he finally stopped drawing, and he was fighting Newton.

I stayed up late for three or four days just to draw pictures, and after I finished drawing, I was just like Zhou Botong who just came out of the cave!And thought it was over after the painting was finished?No, there is still a rally to criticize and struggle.

Moreover, as a department of fine arts, I have to study history, mechanics, and how to toss concrete. I feel very tired...

Not to mention anything else, just saying that after being cheated by Newton for several years, he felt that the name he called out in his sleep at night was Isaac Newton.

"It's probably because I like you so much, so I have to talk, otherwise what would you do if you disappeared?"

"Why did I disappear? I didn't expect you to be so idealistic."

"I don't know, but it's just a feeling." Huang Shaotian thought about it but couldn't think of anything.

While reviewing in the library, Wen Qianling fell asleep as expected.

Because of the quiet atmosphere, Wen Qianling, who got up early in the morning and went to class, went directly to sleep.

Huang Shaotian looked at her, a little worried that he would catch a cold if he slept here, but after realizing that she was really sleepy, he picked up her textbooks and notes.When Wen Qianling woke up, she found that most of her art history notes and key points had been sorted out. Huang Shaotian was still writing and drawing in her textbook with a pen in hand.

Wen Qianling didn't get up, and looked sideways at Huang Shaotian.

He looked at her textbook with a frown and whispered in his mouth, as if complaining that her course was too nonsense.

Huang Shaotian seemed to have sensed Wen Qianling's gaze, turned his head to look over, and found that she had woken up, lying on the table and looking at him with a smile, "Why are you smirking at me when you're okay, you agreed to come to the library to study, you I just fell asleep like this, and I still have dark circles under my eyes. What did you do last night to sleep so late? I also sorted out the notes and key points for you. I’m pretty good at grasping the questions. You can see for yourself if you have any questions. , I think in order to help you focus on the key points, I have to minor in the oil painting department."

"I like you, so I'm looking at you." Wen Qianling said with a smile, "What are you doing studying? It's not fun."

"Then what did you say?"

"Fuck you."

Huang Shaotian suddenly turned his head to look at Wen Qianling, and said, "What?"

Wen Qianling pointed to herself, then to him, and said, "I, fuck, you"

Seeing Wen Qianling's faintly trembling fingertips, Huang Shaotian held her hand behind his back, and suddenly leaned closer, Wen Qianling hurriedly closed his eyes, but Huang Shao kissed her forehead, smiled and said in her ear: " You are different from what you said, Qianling."

The students at the back desk of the library expressed that looking at the two people in front of them, they wanted to call the police.

Huang Shaotian felt that flirting with Qianling was very fulfilling.

Because she was easily shy and blushed, but she desperately looked up at him, showing "I have no fear at all!".

Whenever this happened, he wanted to kiss her very much, because the angle of her raised head was very suitable for kissing.

When it came to the next semester, Huang Shaotian became busy, his graduation project was really busy.

Wen Qianling said that she was fine, but she was a little nervous when she heard people everywhere saying that graduation was tantamount to breaking up.

After Huang Shaotian graduated, he would not stay in school to study as a graduate student. He told her that he had already made up his mind that a design institute had contacted him, and he was not even in this city.

She said at the time: "Design Institute? I will be an architectural designer in the future! Remember to hug my thigh!"

But in her heart she decided that she wanted to draw a picture for him.

A portrait.

So she lied to him by saying that his final assignment was a portrait and she wanted him to be a model.

Huang Shaotian didn't have any doubts, he just nodded in agreement.

So, here today, she took a charcoal pencil and made a sketch.

She carefully painted his eyebrows, his outline, and the light and shadow left by the sun on his face.

"If possible, I would like to design a gallery, and then hang your paintings in it, and hold your art exhibition, what do you think?"

"I think it's good."

"Are you going to put this painting in for an exhibition together? This shouldn't be your final assignment, right?"

"……how do you know?"

"I don't know anything about you, you underestimate me!"

"Don't put this painting in, I want to keep it for myself to see!"

"Why, wouldn't it be nice for you to look at me in the future? I look much better than a painting!"

"Because this painting is called "Marriage Proposal", I'll keep it for myself."

"Oh, so you're asking me to propose to you? I think it's a little illegal. First of all, you have to be of legal marriage age."

"I didn't!"

"Okay, you didn't."

"Stop talking! I haven't finished my sketch!"

"Okay, I won't talk."