"Wanwan?" The bored Yang Yi looked at the stack of picture albums in front of him, then looked at Su Wan beside him. When he thought of this little girl's eyebrows that were as cute as a knife, and her eyes were as cute as a paint, she couldn't help but feel itchy.

Su Wan raised her head in confusion, and a small "chuan" character was wrinkled in the middle of her forehead. Her originally cold face was a little confused about inquiring, which made Yang Yi suddenly churn in his heart.

It was not until this time that Su Wan realized that the hateful guy beside him was calling his nickname in big lazily.

In fact, since we left in the morning, the atmosphere between the two has been very subtle, but we have been talking about the issues about comics. While focusing on this matter, they have also ignored the subtle atmosphere between each other.

Until now, Yang Yibai's bored words suddenly made Su Wan feel something strange in his heart.

Thinking about the daily life, those neighbors often hit their relationship with the boys around them, Su Wan's head was even more fumbled, and his hands were a little out of control.

"Draw well."

"Well" Yang Yi's sudden words made Su Wan, who was distracted, wake up. Then he frowned and typed a big fork on the already-departed drawing, and then threw it aside.

"If the drawing is broken, you don't have to be so vicious, right?" Yang Yi couldn't help laughing, and then his laughter became smaller and smaller in Su Wan's clear eyes.

"What are you calling me?" The girl still frowned, as if asking something that made her extremely unpleasant, and no one could see the expectation hidden deep in her eyes.

Yang Yi's heart suddenly burst out. He was a reborn person. He had the eyes that were not in line with his age. He could see through many worldly emotions. However, he suddenly regretted the girl who wrapped her heart in a hard shell in front of him. So he turned his head and smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, I won't gossip in the future."

Su Wan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little misty in her eyes, so she turned her head away. After all, she still snorted coldly: "Gosh?"

Well? Yang Yi became embarrassed, but he couldn't guess what the girl around him meant. Su Wan stared at the drawing paper in front of him without blinking, and the nibs of the pen wandering, the extremely smooth lines, and there was no fluctuation in her heart. However, Yang Yi, who was in the side light, could clearly see clearly, and the handwriting on the drawing paper was deeply sunken - it was just to outline and modify some sketch-style first drafts of characters, so there was no need for such great strength.

So what did she say wrong? Was she angry because of the words "Wanwan", or was she because she was chewing on her own?

Or maybe - she felt that this was not gossip? Yang Yi thought for a long time, but could not guess which conclusion was correct. The thought that came out made him hesitate while hesitating for a while. After hesitating for a while, he saw that Su Wan had no intention of continuing to pursue the matter, he finally stopped.

In this small corner of the borrowing room, it suddenly became silent again, but Su Wan held the other hand holding the drawing paper and pinched the knuckles unconsciously. ~

She usually faces her peers with the same face and voice. How could she give him some hints like she is now?

The guy around him seemed to have no idea what he meant at all, but just stopped talking... Or maybe he actually knew everything, but he just didn't want to make it clear?

This must be the case, otherwise, why did he be willing to stay in high school and campus without making a reputation even though he had wealth that ordinary people would never make in their lifetime? There were rumors that he had a crush on a female class monitor in junior high school, and now they were together. Thinking of his day when he went to find a girl who had a lightning light with Yang Yishi on the day of school, Su Wan's heart felt even more like he was stabbed by a spike.

However, the girl who has always been used to being indifferent did not show any abnormal movement. Her childhood experiences and environment gave her stronger and more calm reserve and self-esteem than ordinary people.

So there was a flash of self-deprecating look deep in my eyes... The streets, alleys, parks, and schools, I always look around without hesitation. Every time I pass by the Twin Towers of Qinggu Street, I am ready to pass by him... But unless a miracle happens, how will the person you like like you like?

The borrowing room returned to its usual silence, with the sound of pencils and graphite rubbing against white paper, the sound of paper tilting, and the shouts and laughter of the prides of the heavens on the field in the distance came from outside the window. Everything was no different from the beginning, but Yang Yi felt that suddenly something was really different.

...

When Di Jia and two classmates came to the library, it was already lunch. The friends around him complained reluctantly: "Art 'Jia' is now time for dinner. What should I check? Can't I come back after dinner?"

The young man with a natural curly artist's hairstyle smiled gently: "Didn't you agree to come and help me carry the information back, and I'll treat you later?"

"You ask? You also need food in the cafeteria. When you take the things back, who knows what else can be left?" Another boy also rolled his eyes.

"If you have no food, go to Zhuxiang Garden at Xiermen. This is OK." Di Jia shook her head and sighed: "Aren't you just waiting for me here?"

"It's great" a man raised his thumbs up.

"Atmospheric" Another patted Di Jia on the shoulder.

Di Jia shook her head and smiled like the helplessness of the elder brother at his younger brothers. Her Italian curly hair dissipated with the movement of shaking her head, which was a bit like a literary youth.

For Di Jia, most of the people who came from an artistic family and met and dated were young authors and new artists. Although these classmates around him could play together, they were not people of the same level after all.

Therefore, in the campus circle, he usually acts more reserved and generous, and his tone inside and outside always makes people feel a mature weight.

Just like now, because I wanted to go to the library to find two albums of Corot, I guess I was alone. Looking for two books in the vast sea was like looking for a needle in a haystack, so I pulled two classmates in the same dormitory. In Di Jia's opinion, the request for invitations to dinner was just a child and a commoner in the market, so I naturally agreed casually.

"Hey, Di Jia, look over there, you're definitely a natural model." A student glanced at the inside accidentally when he passed by the borrowing room, and couldn't help but sigh, making Di Jia, who was walking in front, laughed a little while a little impatient - aren't you afraid of delaying your meal now?

When another student heard this, he had already walked past the door of the reading room, but he leaned back and stretched his head back to see it. He was immediately amazed: "This temperament is amazing, but he is a little younger."

Di Jia became a little interested when he heard this. The three of them were all students of the art department of the Greater Arts. When it comes to models, their vision and insight are much stronger than ordinary college students. Among them, Di Jia, who has been flirting with his ears and eyes since childhood, is the best, so when he heard his companions praise him for the first time, he didn't care.

But now both of them say this, and the classmate who spoke later used the word "temperament" to praise him, which made Di Jia unable to help but turn back. After all, as a student in the art department, he is particularly sensitive to some beautiful things.

Then, this young man who looked gentle and elegant but actually was extremely noble in his bones suddenly realized that the so-called class flower flowers on campus were as faint as floating clouds. Only the little girl in front of him, like Cupid who entered his heart, was the only one worthy of his protection and love. Only this cold temperament can inspire his artistic inspiration and sparks of emotion.

The three art college students were naturally Su Wan who was indifferent to the drawing of a face, and Yang Yi next to Su Wan was gorgeously ignored by the three of them.

"Wait for me." Di Jia took a deep breath. This little girl appeared here, most of whom was a junior from a teacher. If she just went up like this, she would never be a good start. She could only gain a few eyes like "Look, there are perverts here" and a back that was leaving in a hurry.

But start with interests and hobbies, maybe you can talk to this little girl in a cold and cold manner and then proceed step by step.

"What are you doing..." The two people next to them were a little stunned. At first, they sighed, but they were just because of Su Wan's indifferent temperament that made people feel unforgettable and the touch of beautiful things on themselves.

It is normal for people who study art to be particularly sensitive in this regard.

Maybe I feel like I want to take care of myself, but I can't get to the level of pursuit for a while. After all, for college students in the general sense, the girl in front of me is a bit too young, probably like a middle school student, and is still a distance from the word "girlfriend".

So when Di Jia suddenly came forward like an evil person, his two classmates had a moment of surprise, doubt, curiosity, excitement... and a little envious, with various expressions.

"Hey, what are you painting? It's a curious style." After Di Jia approached, she was thinking about how to chat with her so that she would not scare this girl who was considered a *** girl. She found the character on Su Wan's drawing paper. She was happy and thought to herself that she was very curious and explored.

The two of them didn't say it was a quarrel, but in fact they were a quarrel. At first they thought that the people who came in were just reading books in this reading room, so they didn't care at all. However, when the two were disturbed by the sudden sound, they found the uninvited guests standing beside them.

Su Wan always nodded and shook his head instead of answering, and this was true for acquaintances, let alone this guy who came out of nowhere, so after glanced at him, he lowered his head again. Yang Yi was also a little bored because of the sudden separation between Su Wan and he ignored him.

But this ignorance fell into Di Jia's eyes and turned into awe and embarrassment that a child faced someone who was a few years older than him but was not too much older. He smiled in a tone of guiding his younger brother and sister: "You still recognize your child? Look, you are the older you are, you like painting? I am from the Art Department, and I am also a teacher from the School of Fine Arts at home. Maybe there is a place that can help you."

Looking at Di Jia talking, her eyes were all focused on Su Wan, Yang Yi suddenly understood the intention of the student of the Academy of Fine Arts, so he stood up politely and nodded: "Sorry, you may have made a mistake. We are not the children of faculty and staff of the University of China, but we are here to find some drawings and materials."

Huh? Yang Yi suddenly stood up and said such a neither arrogant nor humble way, which surprised Di Jia a little. Originally, among the middle school students, younger people were always psychologically in a weak position when they faced people older than them. However, the boy who looked like a middle school student in front of him did not have any tension or dodge in his eyes when answering, and he was not at all inferior in his momentum, which was surprising.

However, his chat was pushed back, which made Di Jia feel a little embarrassed, so he raised his hand and pointed Su Wan's draft: "The characters in this painting are both in the same style as a comic, but to incorporate the essence of Chinese painting into it, it is not possible to rely on building behind closed doors, and someone needs guidance."

"Well, it makes sense." Yang Yi smiled disapprovingly.

This perfunctory expression aroused Di Jia's displeasure. He thought to himself that this boy was still a thorny head and was very arrogant at heart, but this arrogance was used in the wrong place, so he shook his head and smiled habitually: "Little boy, I know you didn't listen, but if this girl really likes art and painting, you should consider it for her."

The two students behind probably also shared the same hatred of the enemy and smiled: "Di Jia's father, Professor Di Hantao, is the president of our Big Academy of Fine Arts, a member of the Chinese Artists Association, and a national first-class painter. The bigger the people he wants to be guided by us, the bigger the class will be, there will be hundreds of times. You two little guys don't cherish such a good opportunity."

"What, Xiao Si, do you want to take this opportunity to go to class with me? This has revealed my old secrets." Di Jia turned around and smiled and cursed with anger, as if she was extremely helpless at her companion's big mouth.

Art courses worth a few hundred yuan per session are undoubtedly high consumption that ordinary classes cannot reach in the current era when the first semester of junior high school is only more than 800 yuan. Therefore, this student's tone is particularly honorable, and Di Jia's words are full of calm and complacent.

After hearing this, Yang Yi couldn't help but feel a little funny. These college students before the expansion of enrollment in 1999 should be called a promising generation in any aspect. However, their sometimes performance is like the most ordinary young people jealous, and they inevitably show some ridiculous smell. However, this slightly childish performance is extremely precious and represents the frivolous and clumsy youth that these people are about to die.

However, this does not mean that Yang Yi agreed to the son of the president of the Academy of Fine Arts in front of him to interfere. Just as he was thinking of refusing again, a bell sound from Guzao Guzao came from his pocket. The cell phone in his arms was like the bank platinum card last time. It was a so-called "soccasional" that a fat president forced to Yang Yi.

"Hmm? Oh, it's Brother Zhang, the older you are? Is there anything wrong... Oh, okay, I'll come down right away." The Nokia Chameleon 6110 that just released undoubtedly stabbed Di Jia and the other two. They originally offered a course of several hundred yuan per session to teach the class, but it was not the mentality of the rich children of later generations who were struggling with others. They simply wanted to use this to attract Su Wan's attention, but unexpectedly, they called out half-aged children, and in a blink of an eye, they shook out fashionable products that even they were jealous of, and they suddenly became embarrassed.

However, Yang Yi did not have the idea of ​​joking about them. Although the literary college student with curly hair and draped shoulders in front of him was obviously accusing Su Wancai, everyone has a love for beauty, not to mention, with his current relationship with Su Wan, what position does he have to be a flower protector?

"Go to Siyue? It's about comics..."

Before Yang Yi finished speaking, the girl next to him suddenly looked up and interrupted him: "Why call me that?"

Seeing Su Wan's serious appearance, Yang Yi was shocked. Are he still calculating about what happened more than an hour ago? But why did he call her that?

The intersection and ties between them since their rebirth, the changes that she has undergone because of herself, Nirvana like a butterfly breaks out of the cocoon... In the future, she will travel together for a long time on the unknown road of life. Although Yang Yi repeatedly told herself that making up for the regrets she left in her previous life was the most important thing, but looking at Su Wan's cold and stubborn eyes, why did she feel sad?

Finally, he scratched his head: "Uh, I'll make sure I won't scream anymore." But he didn't notice that the expectation deep in the girl's eyes gradually solidified by the ice wind.

"You go first, I'll have to wait a while." Su Wan's words suddenly smiled and said to Di Jia, which also made Yang Yi-Yi go from sadness to slight colic, but made Di Jia next to him happy.

Only then did Yang Yi realize that the Rebirth is not an omnipotent warrior, at least he doesn't know how to face all this now.

The phone call came in again, Yang Yi hesitated for a moment, finally left after whispering a few words, with the smiles of several students from the art academy behind him, like a footnote to the winner.

"I'll introduce myself. My name is Di Jia, and you can also call me Senior Brother. I found that your paintings are very awesome. If you want to learn art systematically, I can introduce you to the teacher." Di Jia didn't know what happened between the two "children" he saw, but now is undoubtedly the best time to strike while the iron is hot.
Chapter completed!