He is warm with time

Chapter 26 The Most Beautiful Couple 2
Requirements: Please use [Memory] [Plum Blossom] [Time] as the theme to create.

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Sitting in her room, she could faintly hear her parents talking quietly outside.

She didn't like to talk when she was a child. Her parents always thought she was autistic, but she was not.

When the professor asked her about the creation of that painting today, she lied about one sentence.

——"Can you be more specific?"

——"I dreamed of a woman, but I couldn't see her face clearly..."

Can't see clearly?
Do not!
She saw the woman's face.

Just last night, she had a dream, dreamed of her.

That face, exactly the same as the professor's, smiled at her.

The smile was as sincere as ever, and the clarity in her eyes was the same as before.

Therefore, she is not autistic, but has been stuck in those past dreams and cannot get out.

The dream that accompanied her growing up since she was a child.

So at a very young age, she had the habit of painting at any time.

Both parents thought she liked painting, so they hired a teacher for her, and she has been painting for more than ten years.

Because of the dream, she picked up the paintbrush.

At first it was to record those memories, but later I really fell in love with painting.

Her father is also a designer, perhaps her love of painting is also inseparable from her father.

It was also because of painting that she met her.

In the room, there is a bookcase, besides books, there are picture albums.

This time, someone tricked my father and paid a lot of liquidated damages, and almost many companies also refused to accept my father's works.

In order to pay the money, their family sold the property and moved to this small house.

Dad seemed to grow old in an instant.

I always thought I had black hair before, but now I find that I have white hair.

She just passed by her father's room and saw the picture folder on the table.

That is the design drawing that has not been delivered.

She stayed up half the night, and simply designed a sample. She had studied design theory, but she didn't practice it many times, so she kept revising it.

Enough attention, so serious enough.

My father still didn't sleep in the middle of the night, staying up late to change the design drawings.

The lights in the two rooms were still on late at night.
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the next morning.

Walking on campus, you can see everywhere talking about Professor Ji sending flowers to Professor Shi yesterday.

Yesterday, it was only in a small area in the post bar. After a night of fermentation, it has already spread across the campus.

There are supporters: I think it's great that he is talented and beautiful.

There are also objections: some feel that Professor Shi is too cold and not worthy of such a gentle woman as Professor Ji.

Some felt that Professor Shi was like a cold and noble god on the altar and should not be pulled down.

But the comments are not too radical, most of them are complaints and dissatisfaction.

From the first page to the next, there are several pages in a row.

When Song Ling entered the class, she heard people in the class discussing.

"What is the relationship between Professor Ji and Professor Shi?"

"Professor Ji likes Professor Shi?"

"Are Professor Ji and Professor Shi a couple?" If so, that would be really great.

Xu Yiran was sleeping on the table, and suddenly sat up, "Keep your voice down, okay? Didn't you see someone sleeping?"

"What's wrong with Lao Xu? Are you angry when you wake up? You must have stayed up all night last night."

Their voices were a little quieter.

"Hey, my roommate said yesterday that the professor took flowers to Professor Ji's office when he saw it."

"so?"

Someone called Song Ling, "Song Ling, did you see that bouquet of flowers in Professor Ji's office yesterday?"

Just as Song Ling put down her schoolbag, she said, "What?"

(End of this chapter)