Jiang Sui gave Chen Yu a promise and did what he said. This year, his total score was the best in the city in all studio joint examinations in T City.

The sketch pressed Yu Qi with 0.5 points, and Chen Yu was pressed by gouache, which was eleven points higher.

Not to mention how many Yu Qi and others who were behind Chen Yu were dumped.

Zhao Chengfeng was in a good mood at night. He sealed Jiang Sui's sketches and gouache with rubber and pasted them at the highest place in the middle of the beam.

Standing in the hall, you can see it as soon as you look up.

Jiang Sui was not very happy.

After the first place in the exam, Xiao Chen did not give him a wife or a hug.

There is only one golden monkey.

I bought it for her before.

Well, the golden monkey is better than the golden monkey.

She gave him what she liked, and gave him voluntarily, with a little smile in her eyes, which made a big breakthrough.

Damn, I can't bear to eat candy.

The heavy snow in 2004 fell to the end of December, and it finally cleared up on New Year's Day.

There is no holiday in the studio.

In the ghost weather that was about to freeze to death, everyone lowered their hands into their sleeves and trembled with their pens to draw.

Each one is like a twilight year, just like a candle.

Chen Yu was also cold, his hands were still dry, and there were many barbs of all sizes around his nails, which was a terrible sight.

Dabao was put in his backpack and wiped it when he thought about it, but it was still useless.

Jiang Sui watched the little girl bit her barb while painting, frowning: "Stop biting."

As soon as the words were finished, a drop of blood overflowed from her lips and she frowned and sucked off.

The hydrated lips move gently, bringing out a subtle, wet tone.

Jiang Sui breathed and cursed softly: "Fuck."

He pushed the stool away, threw down his pencil and walked out.

Jiang Sui was blowing a cold wind downstairs, his mind full of pictures of a girl sucking blood beads.

The throat was dry and the heat in the body swelled.

The fierceness of this reaction was like a tide of overwhelming seas and was out of control.

Jiang Sui looked down at himself, confused: "I've fucked..."

He was at a loss: "Fuck, I'll fuck."

Someone came here, and Jiang Sui quickly pulled his coat down, rubbed his hot face, and rushed straight to the nearby shop.

Soon, Jiang Sui squatted under the door, shook the cigarette box, pulled one, ignited the cigarette with his hands, and squinted his eyes and took a sip.

The smell of nicotine is pressing against the surging **.

The battle is fierce.

The shop is located on the east side of Xiaobai Building, not far away, and people in the studio often come to visit.

There was only one old man in the store. I remember Jiang Sui. When he saw him squatting and smoking, he looked dejected, so he asked: "Young man, have you encountered any difficulties?"

Jiang Sui ignored him. What difficulties can he have? Wasn’t he just being flirted with by the little girl he liked?

What is this difficulty?

Haha, it doesn't count at all, it's just going to be played to death.

Jiang Sui held a cigarette in his mouth and spitted a mouthful of smoke into the ground. Suddenly, he heard the old man say, "Have you quarreled with your little girlfriend?"

“…”

Jiang Sui's cigarette trembled, and turned his head terrified: "Little Girlfriend?"

The old man counted the coins in the iron box, and his old and easy-going voice was sandwiched in the noise: "Just that white and thin girl, didn't you come to me to buy cat ears yesterday?"

Jiang Sui narrowed his eyes and looked dim: "Who said she is my girlfriend?"

"What the people in your studio said."

The old man found out that the atmosphere was wrong, so he stopped his hand and looked at the young man at the door. His wrinkled face was full of kindness.

Jiang Sui bit the cigarette butt with his teeth, bite down a circle of deep marks, and two vague words were crushed into his throat: "No." Not yet.

The old man was quite surprised: "No, I think you are pretty good."

The old man counted coins one by one with dry hands, and counted them over and over again: "It's a perfect match, and there's a couple."

Jiang Suile got up and bought the two most expensive bags of China in the small shop.

When school was about to end, Chen Yu stood by the pool, swept the bucket with water chalk, cleaning the remaining pigment at the corners of the edges and corners, and his hand didn't want to reach in.

I really don't have that courage.

Several girls next to them squeezed together to wash their hands by soap, and stomped their feet to suck their breath in cold weather.

"I want to go back to school."

"I also want to go back. The painting is so cold. I wash a paint box and I want to die. If I brush a palette, I will basically be useless."

"Innocence, isn't it cold to go through books? Isn't it cold to write? Isn't it cold to do homework? Isn't it cold to write papers?"

“…”

The five-combo strikes made other girls look so beautiful, so let’s draw.

After those people left, the popularity in the toilet decreased, and the temperature seemed to drop by more than ten degrees.

Chen Yu shivered. She poured out the dirty water from the bucket, filled some water to the faucet, and continued to use water chalk to scratch the bucket.

My hands were not stained with water, and I still felt cold and drilled into my pores.

The little finger on the right hand was a little itchy, and Chen Yu scratched it, hoping that he would not have frostbite.

If that position rises, it will definitely be worn out. When drawing, frostbite rubbing on the drawing paper will cause a pool of water to be rubbed out.

Chen Yu was absent-minded.

A warm breath suddenly brushed across the back of her neck. She shook violently. The water chalk in her hand shook for a while, poured the bucket over and sprinkled the water inside.

Jiang Sui: "..."

Chen Yu: "…"

Jiang Sui went to get the mop leaning against the window: "Why is the reaction so big?"

Chen Yu had no expression: "I'm thinking about things."

She said calmly again: "What did you do just now?"

"What are you doing, what do you say?" Jiang Sui was not angry, "I want to remind you that the water chalk is so high that it will be brittle."

Chen Yu picked up the bucket and water chalk on the ground: "It's been thorny for a long time."

Jiang Sui said "tsk" and stabbed into a trumpet.

The pen was broken before, so Chen Yu was reluctant to use the pen to wash the bucket. She moved her seat and looked at the water marks on the ground with Jiang Sui.

Very skilled and very skillful.

Chen Yu stood back again: "Are you working at home?"

"Don't do it." Jiang Sui said, "I did it, what are the servants doing?"

Chen Yu had nothing to say. Jiang Suiyou took the initiative to explain: "My own room, study, studio, and three places. The servants would not go in without my instructions."

"Oh." Chen Yu continued to wash the bucket.

There is also a dry pigment box on the side, and a very dirty palette.

Anyway, she was about to finish school, and she had finished copying a gouache in the afternoon. She was not in a hurry and just washed it slowly.

I haven't thought about what to eat for dinner yet.

When it gets cold, my appetite has dropped a lot and I am exhausted. I want to draw on the bed, but I don’t want to land.

Chen Yu was thinking about his thoughts again. When she came to her senses, Jiang Sui was standing behind her and fictitiously next to her.

The young man's energy kept pouring towards Chen Yu, pure, hot, and strong.

In such a cold season, the temptation is indescribable.

Chen Yu leaned back unconsciously, trying to bury himself in the heat source. She was shocked and suddenly woke up. She froze on her shoulders and said coldly: "Don't stand behind me."

Jiang Sui's nose vented: "Is it a hindering you?"

"It's in a way." Chen Yu said.

The pool is so quiet.
To be continued...