Chapter 69: My Royal Highness Princess

Huang Dan returned to the real world, holding the last box of beer in his hand.
He glanced at the uncle, the other party was still groaning, the cigarette at the mouth only burned his head, a little far from the ass.
The uncle saw that the yellow single did not move. He thought it was hard to move. He quickly took over. "Young man, let me come, oh, thank you very much. If it weren't for you, I don't know if I want to move. When."
Huang Dan hangs down, "It's okay."
The grandfather snorted, and the evil door was gone. How did the blink of an eye work, and this young man had a sad thing?
Putting the box of beer on the trolley, the uncle asked, "Young man, do you think of something?"
Huang Shan said, "Yes, I remembered something sad."
The uncle annihilated the smoke, he sighed, his face was all traces of years of polishing. "Since it is sad, then don't think about it. This person, every day, there are all sorts of things, and there are more, you can pick some Happy thinking."
Huang Dan just licked his mouth and said nothing.
He couldn't help but think about it, because it was vividly in sight, first of all the severe pain of broken bones, then the harsh brakes, followed by the exclamation of the crowd, the large blood fog...
Everything is played back in front of you, and the lens is slow and slow.
Huang single pinched his fingers. Before he died, he couldn’t see the man again. He couldn’t wait to live in their home. His eyebrows were stunned, so sad.
The uncle shouted a few times and was surprised. "Young man, how are you crying?"
Huang single squat, he reached for his face and tears in one hand.
I have been standing in the same place, I didn’t see it, I didn’t have any wounds on my body. How could I cry?
Huang single and half loudly understand that his heart is hurting.
The grandfather snorted and quickly squatted in the pocket of his jacket. As a result, he only took out half of the used paper. He took a dry, dirty hand and put it back in his pocket. "Young man, you and grandfather." Lou, Grandpa invites you to drink tea, get a good Longjing, or someone else."
Huang Dan has taken out the parcel from the briefcase.
The uncle saw the young man's face and hands movements, slow and reasonable, exactly the same as the young master on TV.
He looked up and down, looked very good, and the temperament was even more outrageous. He was not too dirty to rush to the young man. He came up with the good heart of his old man. Even if he was a young master, he was not a spoiled young master.
How to wipe the yellow single, tears can not be wiped, the hand in the hand wet a large piece.
Grandpa anxiously rubbed his hands. "Young man, what about you, how are you? How can you cry more and more?"
Someone came out of the corridor, some people passed by, and they curiously went to the side and stopped.
Grandpa remembered the goodness of the young man. He was not happy that he was pointed at him. He blows his beard and blinks. "There is nothing to look at, I have never seen anyone crying!"
The few people took the sight and left.
Huang Dan cried for a while, he eased his emotions and folded the parcels back into the briefcase. "Grandpa, I have to go back."
The uncle saw that his eyes were red and red, and his mood seemed to be dripping. He said with no confidence, "Which building do you live in, do you want Grandpa to send you?"
Huang Dan said that he didn't need it. He told the uncle to leave and went to his residence.
Grandpa shook his head and said to himself, "I don't know what it is, crying so sad..."
Huang Dan walked through a winding path, stepped on the wooden bridge above the pool, getting closer and closer to the fountain in the center of the small square, then squatting behind him and entering the corridor unimpeded.
No one was waiting in front of the two elevators. One elevator was going up and the other door was open. Huang Dan hesitated and walked in.
No crossing.
Huang Dan looked at the numbers from 1 to 2, one by one, and his temples pumped out, and his thoughts began to run.
When the elevator door opened, a cold wind came on the scene, and Huang Dan’s thoughts suddenly came back. He walked out of the elevator and turned to the right, standing at the door and taking the key to open the door.
The key just touched the keyhole and the door opened from the inside.
There is a man standing at the entrance, his figure is tall and straight, the facial features are deep and three-dimensional, and his eyes are white, and he does not see what age.
The man is dressed in a simple, black turtleneck and has a strong body. At first glance, there is exercise. The lower body is a pair of casual trousers. The legs are long and hidden. He has an apron with a rhubarb pattern in front of him, and a serious The face is out of place.
Huang Dan bowed the soles of the shoes on the mat at the door. He remembered that he had no father or mother, and only one person who claimed to be a housekeeper took care of him.
However, Huang Dan knew nothing about the butler. He only knew the surname Song. When he was very young, he wanted to call the housekeeper Song Shu. He also said that he should not call him a young master. The other party said that he could not be subordinated.
When the thinking of Huang Dan has not been perfected, the concept of hierarchy has been instilled.
After gradually growing up, Huang Dan knows more and more, and also knows that in this family, he is the performer and the housekeeper is the obedient.
Sensible and loyal.
Song Wei took the briefcase in the hand of Huang Dan and put it on the shoe cabinet. He reached out and took off his coat. "Young master, first go to drink hot soup to drive the cold."
Huang Dan put on a cotton mop, and while walking, unbuttoned the suit. "Don't drink, I will lie in the room."
He pushed the door into the bedroom and threw himself into the soft quilt. He didn't move for a long time.
This is really not the life style of Huang Dan. Every time he comes back from work, he will take off his outer clothes, wash his hands and wash his face, and try not to bring dust into the house as much as possible.
Not to mention that, as it is now, the pants are not off, and the face is lying on the bed without washing hands or washing.
Huang Shan raised one arm and put his hand on the eyelid. He turned over and lay on his side. His consciousness was awake and sometimes blurred.
I don't know how long it took, the sound of knocking on the door outside, followed by the sound of Song Wei's undulations, "Young Master, come out for dinner."
Huang Dan sat up from the bed, he rubbed his forehead, and did not expect that he actually fell asleep.
Dinner is a four-in-one soup, and the same as the usual vegetarian.
Huang single person sat at the table to eat, his butler stood not far away, so that when he needed, he was able to wait in time, this scene happened at home for ten years.
When he put down the tableware, the housekeeper would go to dinner.
Song Hao suddenly said, "Young master, how can your eyes be a little red?"
Huang Shan said, "No rest."
Song Yan frowned. "You don't have this symptom before going out in the morning."
Huang Shan chewed the food in his mouth, and the sound was blurred. "That may be the reason why I stared at the drawings for a long time during the day."
Song Hao no longer speaks.
At the dinner table, there was only the slight sound of Huang Dan eating and drinking soup. He grew up a lot of habits from childhood, such as when and where he was in the environment, eating and eating, and chewing slowly, the spoon touched the bowl and made it crisp. The sound, or the fact that the tableware was not held steady on the table, did not happen to him.
When I met classmates for dinner and friends, they often joked that Huang Dan’s last life must be a young master in the big house.
People live in the present, where to know the things of their lives, the habit of Huang Dan is influenced by the housekeeper.
After eating half a bowl of rice, Huang Dan did not eat any more.
This time he had an unusual situation. In his usual life, there would be no rice left in his bowl. It has always been how much to eat and how much to eat.
When Huang Shan was a child, he did not like to eat. The housekeeper would tell him that rice is a farmer’s hard work. It is necessary to give them respect and not to waste food.
Song Wei looked at the small bowl of rice on the table. "Young master, today's dinner is not your appetite?"
"No, it's delicious."
Huang singled his paper towel and wiped his mouth. "I went to the study to read a book."
He stood up and swept away to the butler, not knowing what he was thinking.
Song Hao asked.
Huang Shan said, "I haven't seen you for a long time."
Song Hao rarely showed a surprised expression. "The young master will tell a joke."
Huang Dan, "..."
Every time you cross a world, everything that happens is within the time of your time, and you can't leave a trace of scratch in the world.
Only Huang alone knows.
This feeling is actually not very good, I feel that I am a paranoid patient.
Huang Dan's study is very large, the decoration style is simple and simple, the antique charm is very strong, all the finest are the mahogany furniture. Everything here is placed by the butler. He is very lively.
On the left side of the study, there is a whole wall-mounted bookshelf. The books are filled up and down. Huang Dan likes to read books. Every field is seen. Sometimes it is one day.
He took a deep breath, and the air was filled with a faint smell, which was the smell of paper, mixed with a scent of wood.
After rationalizing his thoughts, Huang Dan took a "Humanity Weakness". He sat casually on a soft mat and looked back at the bookshelf.
Song Yu knocked on the door and held a glass of milk in his hand. "Young master, it is not early."
Huang single put down the book, his legs were a bit numb, and he sat back. "Is it ten o'clock?"
Song sighed and said that it was over.
Huang Dan's biological clock is very regular. He goes to bed early and gets up early. He should sleep at ten o'clock, but he is not sleepy.
Song Zhen remembered something. "Yes, Master, I received a letter in the evening, right on your desk."
He looked at the young man, "You didn't see it?"
Huang Shanjin’s study looked for the book and turned it over until now. He didn’t pay attention to the things on the desk. He told the housekeeper,
Open the letter and see.

Song Yi heard the words, then put down the milk to get the letter, there is only one photo in the envelope.
Huang Dan slowly stood up on the bookshelf and walked to the desk to take the photo from the housekeeper. His brow moved.
Song Yidao, "This is a photo of the young master's military training."
The students in the photo are all camouflage uniforms, wearing military caps on their heads, belts on their waists, and the two feet of green military shoes are close together. They look forward with a high head and stand like a bamboo.
They are doing salute, so young and energetic.
Huang looked at it with a single eye and saw a boy. He stood in the last row, the tallest, and stood out.
Like everyone else, the boy is laughing, but his smile is lazy and does not belong to the young innocence of that age.
His military cap was also worn incorrectly, very casually placed on the top of his head, in the shadow of the brim, handsome, disdainful, and arrogant all smashed and smashed on his face.
That was what the boy showed on his face, not in his eyes. In his eyes, there was concentration, gentleness, firmness, and a little cautious madness.
After a long period of time, Huang Dan couldn’t remember many people and things in high school. He had already forgotten the appearance of the mix, and now he looked at the photos and had a little impression.
He recognized that the tallest boy is a gangster.
Taking the photo closer, Huang Dan found that the gangster was slightly sideways and looked very seriously in one direction.
Huang Dan looked at the gaze of the mix and he saw himself.
A little unexpected.
Huang Dan went to see it again. Make sure that he was not mistaken. He put the photo on the table and tapped his finger a few times.
Song Song said, "Is there a problem?"
Huang Dan said no. "There is a high school classmate tomorrow."
Song Wei asked, "Morning or afternoon?"
Huang Shan said, "The time is three o'clock in the afternoon, saying that you will play an all-nighter."
Song Weidao, "The young master is going?"
Huang single pinched the bridge of the nose. "I promised, can't talk."
Speaking of it, the incomprehensibility that came through it was also very embarrassing. After agreeing to go to the class reunion, it was not a while to return to the community.
Song Yu solemnly said, "What the young master said is that since he has promised, he will not speak without a letter, so what will you call tomorrow?"
Huang Shan said, "Normal time is good."
Song Yu let him drink the milk and go to bed early, then he took it back and took it out.
Huang single-handedly drank milk and sipped it. His fingertips rubbed at the edge of the photo and suddenly turned the photo over.
There is a sentence in the back.
The translation is - my Royal Highness, we will meet soon.
Huang single pumping mouth, Princess Royal Highness? Is the word wrong, or is this photo sent wrong?
He put the photo in the drawer, thought about it and took it out. He found the language file on the shelf and freely dropped the photo.
There was a buzzing sound on the window, the raindrops were pounding on the glass, and the listeners were upset.
Huang Dan went to take a bath after drinking milk, and when he was lying in the bed, the rain was still there, and there was no sign of stopping.
He got enough access to the phone on the bedside table, poked the screen and brushed up the news.
The temperature in the bedroom is moderate and it is easy to sleep peacefully.
Huang Dan was insomnia. After brushing the news for more than ten times, he compromised this winter night and got up and put on his coat to go to the study room next door.
The lights cast by the lamps are very warm, and the people who are taking care will relax.
Huang single opened a sketchbook and planned to draw something. He took a 2B pencil and went to take a knife and cut the pencil against the garbage.
I don't know if it was too hard, or the pencil was dropped before I bought it. The small pen in the front was broken, and I fell into the trash.
Huang Dan continued to cut backwards, sharpening the refill, and he outlined a white paper, which is a man's face with sharp edges and corners.
The refill is broken again.
Huang Shanmei, he rubbed the to his feet and lowered his eyes to cut the pencil.
Pencil sharpening is not an easy task. Some people will cut the pencil like a work of art. Huang Dan is not the kind of person. He can only cut the pencil like a shit.
There was a lot of pencil ash on the hand, and the yellow single did not wipe, and began to refine the outline on the paper.
He drew his life seriously, forgot his time, and did not rest.
I accidentally painted the eyes of the person in the painting into double eyelids. When I was going to touch the eraser, I had an eraser in front of myself. The hand holding the eraser was a little fat, a little fat, and a little on my nails. It's blue nail polish, this one piece has lost a lot, it doesn't look good.
At this moment, there was a rustling sound on the ears of Huang Dan. The pencil rubbed the sound of the paper. The noisy voice contained a female voice. "What do you want? Eraser or not? Don't I still is you."
Huang single looking for the sound, the eye is a childish smile, it is a 17-year-old girl, with a ponytail, the eraser was held in her hand, shaking in front of his eyes.
He immediately bowed his head, the desk under the eyelids disappeared, and the unfinished painting was gone. Instead, it was a drawing board supported by a tripod. The drawing board was covered with a drawing paper and the four corners were nailed with different colors. Small nails, there is a big iron clip on the top to fix the paper and the drawing board together.
On the drawing paper is the still life of the draft.
Here is the studio.
Huang Shan smelled a mixed smell, blended with pigment, moisture, breakfast, earth...
He still crossed.
"Hey, why are you still in a daze?"
Huang single back to God, he did not say anything, just reached out and grabbed the eraser.
The girls didn't think much. They turned to talk to other people and smiled. They held two pencils on the drawing paper with their hands. From time to time, they stuffed sweet potato in their mouths and used them with one heart and three hearts.
Huang single pinched the eraser. "Mr. System, are you there?"
The system quickly responded, "Yes, but it will be gone soon."
Huang Dan is prepared, "Is going to prepare for the exam?"
"Yes."
The system, "Mr. Huang, has made arrangements on it. During the period of leaving, there will be a senior worker to receive you."
Huang Dan asked, "Do you understand?"
System, "I haven't seen anyone, I have only heard of legends."
Huang Dan is speechless.
System, "According to the company's regulations, you can't talk about colleagues behind the scenes."
When Huang Dan heard this sentence, he knew there was a play.
The next moment, the mechanical sound of the system sounded. "However, it is not a discussion, but a statement of worship and admiration for that."
Huang Dan is speechless again.
System, "Mr. Huang, I have done an investigation for you. The person who is in the 120th district of the Psychic District 666, the oil and salt do not enter, the iron surface is selfless, the principle is very strong, don't tell him reason, it does not work, and Don't mess with him."
Huang Dan remembered the work code, not for anything else, just a slogan.
System, "The last sentence, the existence of the 120 district is that people have their own lives, everyone has their own life, and Mr. Huang remembers not to change whoever to change."
Huang single is grateful, Mr. System is going to prepare for the exam, and he has to worry so much about him. "I wish the exam a smooth one, waiting for you to come back."
[Mr. Huang, your guardian will send you a "love hug". Are you willing to accept it? 】
Huang Dan thought about it, "willing."
There was no form of Mr. System in front of his eyes, just feeling that he was being hugged.
In the next second, there was a voice in Huang’s mind,
Host, take over your guardian is transmitting.

"Hey, the transfer is complete."
When Huang Dan didn't respond, he heard the sound in his head, or the mechanical sound he was familiar with, but he had a more icy illusion. "Now release the task, pay attention to the view, and take it back after thirty seconds."
Very formulated tone.
Huang Dan stunned and didn't chat with the legendary character. He couldn't talk, "Okay."
The last sound falls and the task screen appears.
[Lin Mao’s madness: Fucking, it’s a of a ghost. You guess what I saw when I came to the studio this morning? I saw that the head of the painting that was finished last night was passive. The man had no face. I must know which is dry! 】
After thirty seconds, the task screen disappears.
Huang Dan sighed in his heart, and the fifth crossing began.
System, "If you have any questions, please be brief."
Huang Dan, "know it."
He asked, "What do I call you? Mr. 6?"
System, "Land."
Huang Shan said, "Oh, Mr. Lu, please give me a lot of advice during the next period."
A lot of memories, such as the tide, instantly flooded his mind, he couldn’t care about anything, and he couldn’t care.
The owner of this body is Zhang Shuran, a 17-year-old, T-city person. He had been in the studio for less than half a month. He was scared to death and did not know what he saw.
Huang Dan couldn't search because the memory was deleted. He guessed the reason and asked more questions in his heart. "Mr. Lu, why don't you let me know the real cause of death of Zhang Shuran?"
The system gives an answer after a click, "all information about the task is completely blocked."
Huang Shan said, "Is this the 120th District of the Spirit?"
He was a little annoyed when he asked, and the problem was sold out by Mr. System.
However, the system does not seem to be pursued, "Yes."
Huang Dan asked, "So, will my mission be exposed to ghosts?"
System, "There are more ghosts in this area than people."
That means that the ghost may be by your side, but you can't see it.
Huang Dan, "..."
He continued to sort out the memory of the original Lord. The original owner had a relative who taught at the school. The father of the relative was a brother with his grandfather. His friendship with his father was very good.
There is such a relationship in the inside, the original master dad came to find the relatives, I want him to come to the studio to learn to draw, the relatives are very smooth to complete.
At that time, the original master dad brought the original master to the studio and brought all the things he had painted at the school. The teacher said something irrelevant, probably because the foundation was a little worse, but there were very artistic cells, and there will be great progress in the practice of time. Space and the like.
The original master dad heard, the teacher is really powerful, what are you waiting for, if you don’t say anything, go to the original school to find his class teacher, and say hello to the big bag to send him here.
Four hundred dollars a month, one-time call for three months of tuition.
Wait until the original Lord came here, and mixed with other people in the studio, only to know that everyone is four hundred.
His dad thought that relatives had told the teacher that he had calculated the price.
After all, his father sent a lot of gifts to relatives.
The original master did not tell his father about this, and did not want his father to feel unhappy.
Huang Dan began to classify the memory of the original master, and all of his work in the school was opened, and all the memory fragments after the studio were presented separately.
The studio is in the Agricultural University and is opened by two teachers in the art department.
The two teachers walked in very different factions. They were slightly fat and liked to wear a blue-gray gown. Liu’s paintings were delicate. He liked to use his fingertips to sharpen the paintings and make the lines look softer.
Teacher Liu’s sketch is relatively better, especially for painting women, which is very beautiful.
Another thin and tall teacher, Zhang, has long hair, always wearing a leather jacket outside the T-shirt, Martin boots, the whole person is cool, looks like a rock youth, give him a guitar, he It will be able to overturn the audience.
Teacher Zhang took the rough route. The first impression of his sketch is that it is dark, regardless of whether the painting is male or female. The eyebrows are absolutely black and bright, and the lines are very chilly.
The two teachers have their own specialties. Teacher Zhang’s gouache is consistently considered by everyone to be better than that of Liu’s painting. His paintings are also used by everyone to learn and imitate.
When Zhang paints gouache, he likes to paint with a large amount of painting. The large area is covered with a large area. The block feel is very strong. If he looks at which student takes a small brush and slowly draws it, he will wrinkle his brow and let the other party change. Big pen.
According to the memory of the original master, the atmosphere in the studio is quite good. He just painted plaster in the week he came, and then began to paint still life. Other newcomers are also the process.
Everyone is from a different place and school, except for the high school students who will take the college entrance examination next year, as well as the lower grades.
Every day, eating, painting, sleeping, getting up, drawing, there is no conflict or contradiction.
Huang’s work of tidying up the memory paused and searched for the fragment that happened yesterday.
On a very ordinary day, the original Lord had a copy of the head in the morning, and painted gouache in the afternoon. The teacher said that he did not paint realistically at night, and everyone packed up and left the studio.
The original owner was a little inferior. He felt that many people in the studio were very powerful. He went to the studio after dinner.
Huang Dan’s eyelids jumped.
Not long after the original master entered the studio, several people came.
In addition to the original roommate, that is, the publisher of the task, Lin Mao, there are several other, Zhou Jiaojiao, Shen Liang, Xia Wei, and Zhou Jiaojiao's father.
A total of six people.
Zhou Jiaojiao’s father was accompanied and did not participate. The original five of them discussed the realism of painting and who was the model.
Lin Mao felt that Zhou Jiaojiao’s father was suitable and was rejected by Zhou Jiaojiao. She said that her father’s spine was not good and could not be done for three hours.
No way, everyone will catch it. Whoever catches the word "model" will return to him.
In the middle of the move is Xia Wei, the original master they all painted her.
This morning, Lin Mao was more than the original studio, he found that the people on the drawing board had no face, and the other people painted Xia Wei was no exception, and his face was gone.
This is the cause of the mission.
Huang Dan organizes information about several people outside the original.
Zhou Jiaojiao is the ponytail girl who still has an eraser. The first voice that Huang Dan came to hear in the world was that she sent it out.
She is a local, the conditions in the family are good, the mind is not painting, the indelible dance group can not
from
pull, where to buy clothes for couples spent a lot of money, her dad afraid she is not good to learn to paint, Followed.
Most of the time, Zhou Jiaojiao painted in the studio, her dad was sitting next to it, and something would leave. At night, the father and the daughter returned to the rental house.
Because Zhou Jiaojiao will sneak out at night, the Internet bar packs the night, in order to play the dance group, of course, she also plays very well, not showing off in the studio.
Her dad wants to hold her tight, and rents a big house to accompany her.
Lin Mao is the original roommate, specifically, a new roommate.
When the original owner came from the school, he brought the same table. The same table didn’t know what happened. He suddenly complained and was awkward. He felt that the teacher did not pay attention to him. He only gave guidance to the original master. When he had problems, the teacher I don’t care at all.
At the same table, I thought that I was painting well. I would not have a good treatment here, and I would return to school without a word.
The original main round rented a house and found the same table, and thought that he had something, until Lin Mao told him that the same table had gone, he only learned the situation.
In fact, the teacher did not make a large-scale revision of the original master's paintings, because the paintings were too bad, there was no way to change them, and they could only re-submit them.
After the same table, Lin Mao moved into a small shared house, became the original roommate, rent more than 110, the two people share, the same is true for eating and eating.
Lin Mao's paintings are very poor. He doesn't go up. He doesn't have the consciousness of being angry. But his temper is good, he laughs and laughs every day. He feels no trouble.
Shen Liang is the best one in the studio. His long Sven is clean and looks very gentle. Whoever wants him to see a picture, he will promise, even help to change a few strokes.
But there is a kind of high-spirited thing in the bones of Shen Liang, which is hidden by him, and very few people can detect it.
The original owner is more sensitive, he is one of the very few people.
Xia Wei is the most beautiful girl in the studio. Her face is big, her eyes are long, her waist is long, she will dress up. The other girls wear simplicity. She is wearing long sleeves, shorts, stockings and small boots. Come to the studio to paint with a sunhat, sometimes a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of the nose.
More often, I wear a pair of oversized black-rimmed glasses, and the ones without lenses are all covering up half of the face.
Lin Mao, Shen Liang, and Xia Wei are three people in a poverty-stricken county. They have a good relationship with the same school.
The shoulders were photographed, and the nerve endings of Huang Dan shook a little. He looked sideways and saw a small-eyed boy, a roommate Lin Mao.
Lin Mao's teeth, "Is it going to pee?"
Huang single shook his head, "Don't go."
Lin Mao took Shen Liang out together.
There is no toilet in the studio, and there are no shackles. The nearest toilet has to go a short way.
University university is a big word.
Lin Mao and Shen Liang went back to the toilet. One did not wash their hands. One hand was water and was being wiped with toilet paper.
Huang Dan heard Lin Mao’s voice. He was asking Shen Liang.
I didn’t lock the door last night?

Shen Liang said, "Locked."
Lin Mao snorted and put his arm on his shoulder. "When I came to the studio in the morning, the girl over there had already arrived. I asked her, she said that she was the first to come to the studio, the door of the studio. Open."
When the arm was closed, Lin Mao took hold of Shen Liang’s neck. "You didn't lock the door at all!"
Shen Liang helpless, "Well, I admit that I forgot."
Lin Mao, I know what he knows, "Why are you lying?"
Shen Liang smashed the wet toilet paper into a group, "I am not afraid that you will blame me."
His implication is that the painting was moved by people. If other people knew that he did not lock the door, then people sneaked in. He could not be drowned by the spit.
Moreover, the key to the studio is now in his hand, and if the teacher knows that he is careless, he will take the key back.
Lin Mao is not stupid. He knows Shen Liang’s mind. His eyes turn.
So, when you left last night, you didn’t lock the door. The took the opportunity to come in and make a ghost on some of our paintings.

He rolled his eyes. "Mom, it must be someone in the studio."
Shen Liang has different ideas. "Not necessarily, maybe it is a college student who likes mischief. I heard my brother said that the university is very boring and would like to find something fun to do."
Lin Mao slammed into the ground and gnawed his teeth. "Really, last night was the best time I played. I can express the beauty of the summer beauty, and I want to keep it hanging on the wall."
The conversation between them was covered by other voices, and Huang Dan heard that.
The sound of Zhou Jiaojiao sounded in the ear. "Shu Ran, I have finished painting. Why are you still a draft?"
Huang Shan looked at the painting on Zhou Jiaojiao's drawing board. The perspective was completely wrong. The virtual reality was not opened. The whole painting was dirty. The original Lord was a little better than her. The perspective of the pottery mouth was right.
Zhou Jiaojiao saw Huang Dan wipe the draft off, she blinked. "It's less than ten o'clock, you don't paint in the morning?"
Huang Dan said, "Repaint."
Zhou Jiaojiao just had to be poor. She saw the young man writing a quick draft on paper, and the lines were very smooth. She blinked her eyes and didn't look at her eyes.
Impossible, how can someone who is as jealous as her painting suddenly become so powerful? Even if it is an epiphany, isn’t that god?
Zhou Jiaojiao’s eyes grew bigger and bigger, and he uttered a sentence from his mouth.
Where are you covered by ghosts?!

When she went out, she took the eyes of the rest of the studio.
Huang single has a line draft, and there are more than ten individuals behind him.
The lower grades are compact, the time for drawing is irregular, and sometimes there are not many people in the studio. These ten are all today.
The forehead of the yellow single was slightly pumped, and the speed of the cable was not reduced.
Lin Mao is the most shocked. No one knows better than him. His roommate is in the shared room and facing the teacher's paintings. He can come up with a ghost look. What is going on here?
"Are you comfortable? Don't you really be possessed by ghosts?"
His words caused other people to laugh, knowing that they are jokes and being possessed by ghosts? There must be ghosts first.
Shen Liang blinked, "I can't see it, Shuran turned out to be so powerful."
Xia Wei licked the lips of the lipstick, and laughed happily. "No, I painted the same last night with a coal digging. Now it is so cattle, even better than Liangliang."
Shen Liang’s eyebrows wrinkled.
I don't know if it is the name of Xia Wei, or I care about others over myself.
Teacher Zhang entered the studio. "What are you doing around Zhang Shuran? No painting?"
Lin Mao smiled, "Mr. Zhang, you have come to see it."
Huang Dan, "..."
Teacher Zhang snorted and his eyes flashed a little surprised. He encouraged the pat on the yellow sheet. "The progress is great."
"Well, they are all surrounded. Let's paint your own. Let's take a look at your own paintings, then look at Shuran. Think about where the difference is. How did he draw it? Why do you paint it.

In the studio, the stools were slammed, and the noises such as the easel were struck together.
Several people are talking about it.
"Shen Liang can't figure out the reasons. I think he is painting by feeling, and soon he will get worse and worse. I will see more people."
"I also know one. The cows painted before the test are flying, and you guess what, even the provincial examinations have not passed the passing line."
"Zhang Shuran really wants to be thorough, look at it, the next exam, the first place must be him."
Shen Liang painted his back to them and could not see what his face was.
Outside the school's west gate is a deep alley. No matter which lane you enter, there is a way to go. There are college students, couples, brothers, and you are free to play.
There are also some low-level social workers. After opening the studio, there are more high school students who rent houses.
At noon, Huang Dan and Lin Mao went back to eat rice. Shen Liang lived next to them. The room was smaller. They placed a stove in the middle position, and placed a pot on it. They threw the dish into the pot and cooked it directly. Eat in the pot.
It’s very casual.
Huang Dan felt that the smell in the room made him dizzy and went to open the window.
Lin Mao called Huang Dan to put the pot up. He quickly took a new briquettes with a tong, and replaced the burnt in the stove. "What to do with the window, so cold."
Huang Shan said, "I am worried about poisoning."
Lin Mao did not think so, "poisoning? Pull it, don't you burn a small stove?"
Huang Dan did not say anything.
After lunch, Lin Mao went to Shenliang and played there. Huang Dan brushed the pot and sat on the chair and watched the small room.
A bed of one meter five sleeps two boys, and at night it is a meat
beat, whoever prevails in a large position, and then wants to compete for space from him, it is very difficult, you must move your feet.
The original owner is often no different from the gecko, and the whole person is attached to the wall.
Huang Shan is thinking about whether to change roommates or change houses.
He sneezed and the weather that passed through was October, not bad, and finally it was no longer summer.
Lin Mao’s laughter came from the next door. I don’t know what to say to Shen Liang.
Huang Shanrong does not go in, after all, it is not a school.
Painted gouache in the afternoon.
Huang single moved the easel to the corner and planned to copy it.
Coincidentally, Shen Liang also made the same move as he did, looking for a picture and holding a clip, and taking the bucket out to wash the palette and the brush.
Huang Dan showed his hand in the morning, and in the afternoon, there were people who rushed to him. I wanted to see if his gouache was as magical as the sketch.
Lin Mao and Zhou Jiaojiao tacitly occupy two positions, one left and one right.
Huang Shan said, "I am in Linyi."
Lin Mao’s ear is stuffed with headphones.
You are coming to you.

Zhou Jiaojiao is painting apples, the color is all over, and her dad is not there, otherwise I will definitely go to the teacher to see.
With two big speakers, Huang Dan once again became the focus of the studio. He thought that other people just felt fresh, and it would be better after two days.
Huang Ding did not leave at night. He not only did not leave, but also called Lin Mao, Lin Mao shouted Shen Liang.
The three boys painted in the studio for a while, Zhou Jiaojiao came with her dad, and the last one came Xia Wei.
"You are all here."
Xia Wei went to Shen Liang. "I am going to find you there and find that your room is not turned on, you know that you are in the studio."
Shen Liang is cutting a pencil. "Is there something?"
Xia Wei said, "He will come here tomorrow."
Shen Liang said, "When you come, why are we greeted?"
Xia Wei twisted the thin eyebrows. "Shen Liang, what are you doing with such yin and yang? He just came to visit relatives and would not enter the studio to paint, which would not threaten your status."
Shen Liang’s wrist trembled and the pencil core broke.
The atmosphere in the studio was very poor, and Lin Mao was lazy to join in the excitement.
Huang Dan didn't understand the situation. He wanted to get together and asked for some news. He didn't know how to open it.
Or Zhou Fu came out to ease the atmosphere.
Like last night, a few people caught the shackles. The model was Lin Mao. He was very irresponsible. The chair had nails on it. After a while, the position was changed. I didn’t know if I thought they were sketching. .
When some people draw people's heads, no matter who the models are, men, women and children, all of them are carved out by a model, such as Zhou Jiaojiao.
There are also powerful people who paint like themselves, such as Xia Wei.
Huang Dan saw that she put the pencil in front of her eyes, and she measured the three eyes of Lin Mao's three courts. The result of the painting was still wrong.
After three hours, Lin Mao couldn’t hold on. He couldn’t get up in the chair and said that when the model was really tired, he said that it’s no wonder that the teacher asked us to pull people at school.
Lin Mao fell asleep, waiting for him to open his eyes and found that he was left in the studio. He snorted. "How have you gone? I still don't call Laozi, it's fucking..."
The words stopped short.
Lin Mao looked back. "Who is behind? Shu Ran? Shen Liang? Jiao Jiao? Xiao Wei?"
He shouted people, and there was only his own voice in the studio, and there was a rapid breathing.
Huang Dan washed his hands outside and heard the sound of the slamming sound and immediately returned to the classroom. He saw Lin Mao squatting on the ground and licking his mouth.
"what happened to you?"
Lin Mao’s look at Huang Dan’s eyes is like seeing a gleaming Guanyin. He slams his mouth.
Shu Ran, I’m scared to death...

Huang Shan helped Lin Mao to get up and went to the easel that he was knocked down. "You..."
Lin Mao’s face was bright red. At first glance, it was blood. When he smelled it, he knew it was a pigment. He was shocked. "Fucking, how can I not finish it, so disgusting!"
Huang Shan said, "Go back and wipe it again."
In the studio, he was chilling.
Lin Mao is doing this, immediately ran, and regardless of the yellow single behind, I never thought about who helped me up.
Huang Shan smashed his eyebrows. He stopped when he walked to the door of the studio. He looked back and saw nothing.
The next day, Huang Dan came to the studio early, and the door did not open. He waited for a while before waiting for Shen Liang.
"How come you, Lin Mao?"
"still sleeping."
Shen Liang did not say anything, took the key and opened the door.
Huang Dan walked in with Shen Liang, and the two seemed to be rushing for the same thing. The two of them looked at several paintings and fell silent.
Lin Mao’s head has no face.