Chapter 49: Dust as a dream

Chapter 49 is like a dream
The wall clock on the wall just stepped into the evening at 9:30.
But from nine o'clock, Su Houde was already standing outside the corridor, looking at the spacious room inside.
The smell of watercolor paints came out of the room from time to time, and there was some soft music. Until the last student in the room completed a scan of the "David" fake, he also left at 9:30.
This is a studio.
At this time, the studio was wearing a canvas denim apron, a hair-dressing, art teacher with a sense of temperament, long sighed, watching the studio has no one inside, revealing a smile of satisfaction.
She began to clean up the tools and stools in the studio.
"Sanniang..."
Su Houde whispered softly.
Luo Qiu, who had been with him for half an hour, suddenly said: "Is not going to go in?"
Su Houde hesitated and asked: "She... can't remember me?"
Luo Qiu said: "Do you still remember the Taiyinzi? I later asked him about some things about "The Jade Emperor's Heart and Mind". Every time I complete a stage, I abandon a skin phase. If I give up, I will give up. She won't remember you who made jade for her, and I don't remember the one who made you make jade for her... Why do you have to ask? After half an hour, don't you have an answer?"
Su Houde sighed: "She is Sanniang, but I don't feel she is Sanniang... Her eyes are not like this."
Said, Su Houde bit his teeth, suddenly took a step and walked into the studio.
Suddenly someone broke in. Now the young art teacher named Qin Yuyu, who has not called the fish for three years, is surprised: "Sir, I am already closed. Is there something wrong?"
"Sanniang..." Su Houde whispered a word.
Qin Yuyu showed a slight alert look, "Sir, who are you looking for?"
Although this man is not really embarrassing, but there is a kind of sloppy, stunned face, it is easy to make people guard against the heart - at least, Qin Yuyu is now exposed like this.
Su Houde had a pain in his heart, and his face was pale again. He bowed his head, but sat down aside, and the painting board was separated by him and Qin Yuyu.
"Sir, what do you want to do?"

Can I draw a picture? I can pay... just one painting time.

"Sir, I have to close this door. If you want to learn to paint, you can come over to register tomorrow."
However, Su Houde has already grabbed a Da Vinci V35 on the tool tray next to him. After the drowning, the scattered brush hair is gathered into a pointed shape, like a thrush pen.
Su Houde sat very straight, he closed his eyes, carrying a brush, still.
Qin Yuyu has never seen a person who seems to be so focused when writing. She couldn't help but frown. In the end, let the security guards of the mall come and drive away the person, or use some method to drive the person away.
The strange man has already started to do things.
He concentrated on the pen, not looking at her, and there was a sigh of tenderness in his eyes.
Rubbing, spotting, sketching.
There are strange colors interspersed in the pen. Qin Yuyu walked curiously to Su Houde's back and took a look, then did not leave.
This is not the drawing method of Western painting. This person actually uses a watercolor brush as a brush to paint ink.
But... he outlined it, it seems to be a picture of a palace girl.
Clever smiles, and natural, the people in the painting seem to gradually jump out of the paper. Qin Yuyu slightly opened his mouth, and the woman in this painting seems to have painted with her as a template.
Su Houde began to inscription on the canvas, and he also wrote the words from the reader.
"Sit on the yellow flower and wake up when you wake up."

Dansha is a millennium drug, and it is difficult to eliminate two frosts in the daytime.

"The inscription on the back of the person is good, and he is busy with him."
"Remembering that life is a dream, in the end, you must... there must be a field."
Qin Yuyu seems to have been brought into the wonderful mood by the poems of this title, and suddenly lost his heart. When she came back to God, Su Houde had already come to the door and was about to leave.
There were a few wrinkled banknotes on the stool... It seemed to be really paying.
Qin Yuyu slammed and quickly stopped: "Mr., your painting..."
"Give you."
Su Houde closed the door.
Qin Yuyu subconsciously grabbed the banknotes placed on the stool and rushed out of the studio, but saw that the corridors on both sides were empty, and there were people there?
Before she returned to making this picture, she felt that the night was a bit incomprehensible... wonderful.
......
......
"She really forgot about me... and forgot about herself..."
Outside the mall, Su Houde sat on the edge of the music fountain that had been turned off, staring blankly at the unclear night sky, and suddenly said: "In the past, the stars were full of stars."
"There must be a field." Luo Qiu sat down and sat next to Su Houde, whispered softly: "There must be a final, there are also scattered."
"What time did I sink for five hundred years?" Su Houde looked at Luo Qiu.
Luo Qiu shook his head.
How do you know that there is no wisdom that can be precipitated in countless hours?
Just because I can't say it, as the face of the club owner, his mother can't hold it, so she has to be as old as the monk: "Love is tired."
Su Houde a glimpse.
He suddenly laughed, laughing and laughing. He suddenly stood up and opened his hands, letting the body fall backwards into the fountain and sinking into the water.
After a long time, Su Houde was indifferent: "The end...the things you want, take it. This painful memory, don't give up."
Luo Qiu nodded and reached out to catch Su Houde.
Some of the light eventually caught the light in the palm of Luo Qiu. At the same time, Su Houde suddenly stood up and felt his own changes.
He felt something was taking off from his body, and the whole person began to become very light and light. "I... what happened to me?"
"What makes you sink for five hundred years is to want to see the fate of the fish San Niang. What is the source of obsession? It should be the reluctance of that feeling. You said that it is pain, because you love very deeply. ""
Luo Qiu played with the light on his hand: "But if you don't have all these beautiful memories, where do your obsessions come from? There must be a field... and the final must be dissipated."
"Is it... I too..."
He finally closed his eyes.
When Su Houde opened his eyes again, he only felt cold and terrible. "I...what is this? Who are you?"
The jade craftsmen of the past life have dissipated, and now it is only Su Houde himself - he also forgot this ridiculous thing.
Then the problem is coming.
Who suddenly fell off the pool, he suddenly saw a guy with a mask sneaky standing in front of him, feeling very bad.
Luo Qiudao: "Who I am is not important... What is important is that you forgot what?"
Su Houde frowned, and lost his voice: "I seem to be... a little confused."
Luo Qiu put a few banknotes on the ground. "You forgot that your family is worried about you, lest you have any accidents."
"what?"
Su Houde was like a ghost at this moment, suddenly became very scared... The guy in front of him was gone!
"Hell..."
He suddenly attacked the spirit, and heard the words that the strangers had said, subconsciously took out the mobile phone, and the caller ID had already been smashed by family and friends.
He couldn't help but say: "How long have I been... I haven't been home yet?"
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