The little warmth that day was cut by Jiang Sui's seven words and words.

Chen Yu left him and left.

Jiang Sui was gloomy and irritable in the room. Can’t the hugs between friends be okay? Isn’t it okay?

If you don’t want to, you don’t want to. Can he still force him? What can you do?

Jiang Sui lay on the bed for a moment, slowly got up, took out the sketchbook from the drawer, leaned against the head of the bed and flipped through it.

At the beginning, there are some fragments, cups, data lines, half a brick, a brick wall, a crooked old tree, etc. Then there are sketches of family members and strangers.

Flipping from behind, it was all the same girl.

Or stand by the bicycle, sit cross-legged on the ground in front of the bookshelf, or hold the drawing board and draw with a pen, or raise your head to drink water, and hang your head to eat candy.

Each picture contains a date and a capital signature, J.

It's like declaring a kind of sovereignty, saying silently, this is mine.

...

Tsk.

Jiang Sui threw the sketchbook aside, raised an arm and placed it on his eyes, his ears slightly red.

On the other side, Chen Yu was absent-minded in the studio.

She sharpened the pencil, cut it into pieces, and a brand new pencil was soon left with half.

Liu Ke was frightened to see it. He was not worried about the pencil, but because his friend was afraid that he would cut his hand. She sat on Jiang Sui's empty stool and leaned closer to him and whispered to his friend: "A Yu, are you okay?"

Chen Yu paused: "I don't know."

The next second I continued: "It should be fine."

Finally, he changed his words: "It's okay."

Liu Ke was frightened by her unprecedented abnormal appearance: "Do you want to borrow money?"

"..." Chen Yu said with the flow, "Then you lend me some."

The few tickets in Liu Ke's model's exit bag were counted, and there were more than twenty yuan: "How much do you want?"

Chen Yu: "Whatever."

Liu Ke was relieved the moment before, but he was worried again at this moment. He was not borrowing money. This was because she got closer and asked quietly: "What the hell is wrong?"

Chen Yu was silent for a while: "I don't understand something when I encountered it."

Almost the moment she finished speaking, Liu Ke made a guess and said without saying a word: "Then tell me, I will help you analyze."

Chen Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the shaved pencil, frowned: "Forget it, I'll think about it myself." Liu Ke didn't force her, so she took away her friend's pencil: "I'll cut it for you."

Chen Yu patted the lead ash on his hand, and ignored the ones that could not be removed. She took out a handful of golden monkeys from the canvas bag and distributed them to the other four people in the room.

Yu Qi and Cai Xiu and Wang Yue both accepted it, but only Li Qi did not accept it and said she would not eat it.

Chen Yu didn't care, so she didn't want it. She sat back, tore a golden monkey's candy paper, and pushed the candy into Liu Ke's mouth.

Liu Ke said strangely: "Why do you still have a golden monkey?"

Chen Yu peeled one and ate it himself: "A bag has two pounds."

"No, Liu Ke looked unbelievable, "Two pounds are dozens of dollars, did your mother buy it for you?"

Chen Yu said it was not: "Jiang Sui bought it."

Liu Ke suddenly stopped talking.

Before she could ask, Chen Yu took the initiative to explain: "Last time someone got married downstairs, I went back to the studio in advance. I had nothing to do and made a bet. He lost to the golden monkey around me."

His words and deeds seem calm and calm, and he speaks clearly without any concealment, but he still gives people a sense of wanting to cover up.

The parties involved didn't realize this.

"That's how it is." Liu Ke glanced at his friend with a profound meaning.

Yu Qi next to him seemed to have heard something, and looked at his friend, and she swept towards him.

The two of them met their eyes and then withdrew their gaze together. The brain waves could not be connected together, and they were like insulators and had no communication.

Chen Yu had just adjusted his mindset and prepared to copy the bust, but the door was pushed open.

"Hi."

Pan Linlin leaned over: "Who borrowed me a piece of painting paper?"

No one takes care of it.

She left without any difficulty, but walked in directly.

Wang Yue condemned: "Aren't you from the Fourth Studio? Why are you always here for us?"

Pan Linlin smiled and said, "Good you guys."

Wang Yue sarcastically said: "It's because they don't lend you it."

"Stop talking," Pan Linlin grabbed the pigtail on the side and lowered her eyes to make corrections, "It's all stingy."

The next second she walked over, lay on Wang Yue's shoulder, and whispered: "Dear, your mouth is getting more and more poisonous. Are you a disciple of Liu Ke?"

Wang Yue's face froze, and she pushed her arm on her shoulder away in disgust: "Who is your dear? Are you disgusting?"

"Just, it's not popular to say this," Pan Linlin smiled, "Wife and husband, aren't this in your school?"

Wang Yue regrets taking care of her.

Pan Linlin has this ability to make her popular and not want to compete with her, and even lose her temper.

I just want her to get out of here.

So Pan Linlin borrowed the drawing paper and got out quickly.

Like other small studios, the seven people have different personalities and habits.

Liu Ke and Chen Yu are closest to each other. Both of them don’t talk much. Jiang Sui is from Chen Yu and only talks to her.

Yu Qi looks gentle and easy-going, but in fact the bottom line is very obvious. When he draws, he doesn't like others to talk to him, and he doesn't like others to chat.

Li Qi is usually a warm-hearted person, cheerful and outgoing, laughing, but she likes to joke on the surface, but in fact she has too strong self-esteem and has a very inferiority. Recently, she has suffered repeated injuries in paintings, and she has become sarcastic and has a unique personality.

No one was looking for her, as if everyone owed her.

Therefore, Cai Xiu and Wang Yue, who was originally in the same team as her, formed a two-person group.

At this moment, Cai Xiu whispered to Wang Yue and expressed his sympathy: "Congratulations, a piece of painted paper was washed away."

"I'm thinking about you."

Wang Yue was depressed and hard to draw, making a look of indifferent: "If she doesn't leave, can you draw?"

Cai Xiu laughed: "Sacrifice yourself to save others, you are."

Wang Yue also smiled, feeling unhappy. If she ignored Pan Linlin's shamelessness just now, she would definitely go to Cai Xiu and she would not have lost a piece of drawing paper.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Wang Yue moved the easel on purpose and made a sharp sound. The four feet of the easel rubbed against the cement floor.

A look came from the inside of the other side.

Wang Yue immediately calmed down.

Yu Qi pressed the sound and listened, changed the tape, and asked the girl beside him softly if she wanted to listen.

Chen Yu shook his head.

Yu Qi looked at her curved eyelashes: "It's all lyrical songs."

Chen Yu was moved, but he refused what he said, and his subconscious decision: "I don't like listening to music when I draw."

I seemed to have forgotten that I had shared a pair of headphones with Jiang Sui and listened to the same song.

Yu Qi was stunned for a few moments, lowered his head and took back the headphone cable he had handed over, and sighed silently.

Did he do something that made her think there was something wrong with her IQ?

He was so careless about dealing with his excuses.

Chen Yu copied it very well today. Before school, he stuttered and wrote a contour, and his facial proportions were wrong. She wanted to go back and take a nap and draw well in the afternoon.

The afternoon time can't be wasted.

Chen Yu lowered his eyes and thought that he must go to the messy distractions and calm his mind down.

The training time is reduced every day. Since we convinced our parents to learn art, we have to work hard to get the class teacher out of our way, so there is no reason why we don’t do our best.

There is no problem with cultural courses, you have to keep up with professional courses.

Liu Ke shouted several times, feeling speechless at his friend who had been sitting on the stool but couldn't get up for a long time: "A Yu, where are you hatching eggs?"

Chen Yu was stunned. The guy said something similar. She frowned and got up with her backpack.

"Why didn't Jiang Sui come to the studio today?"

When Liu Ke went out, he casually mentioned: "As soon as he made progress, he turned back to his old appearance, and he couldn't support the wall with mud."

Chen Yu's figure paused: "Something happened to him."

Liu Ke was shocked at first, and then meaningful. Xie Sansi knew nothing, and her friend actually knew the situation.

It seems that there is the other person's contact information.

And it is not the kind of relationship that only calls once every eight hundred years.

Maybe it's related to this matter if Ah was late for so long in the morning.

And that's...

When Ah Yu spoke just now, his tone was a little stiff, as if he was protecting his shortcomings.

A phenomenon that counts into milestones.
To be continued...