Farewell

Sitting in the car, looking at the straight trees passing by the car window, Quan Shiya frowned slightly, thinking and thinking, until she arrived at the destination, she still couldn't figure out why the school would approve it. Teacher An led their two classes to go out to sketch, and they came to such a far place by car, even if Teacher An is the son of a rich man, there is no reason to...

Forget it, it's pointless to think so much, Quan Shiya finally gave up thinking, and walked under a tree with a portfolio on her back, leaning against the trunk, sat down, put the portfolio on her bent thigh, and looked around at the surrounding scenery, Start to feel it.

There is no white cloud in the blue sky, it looks very clear and clear. Occasionally, a few birds fly by, leaving a series of crisp calls. In front of you is the rolling green hills, and a white trace extends from there to this side. On closer inspection, it turned out that there was a plane flying by.The gurgling stream flows here from the depths of the valley, hitting crystal-like splashes on the raised stones in the water, and the clumps of grass by the stream grow greener than those in other places under the nourishment of the stream. The small wild flowers dotted with stars are especially conspicuous in the green, red, purple, yellow... Although the flowers are small, they look more delicate and compact.

After a few more glances, Quan Shiya began to draw on the white drawing paper.

Min Xiaorong was not in the mood to observe so carefully. After observing for so long, she simply looked around, sketched dozens of strokes on the white paper, and then turned the page immediately.For Min Xiaorong, writing is more to her liking, it is rare that she is in such a good mood, and the surroundings are so quiet, she can't afford to waste it.After brewing for a while, she seems to be afraid that she will forget, so she writes quickly.Not long after, the page was filled with words one by one.

A gust of wind blows, and the hair scattered on the shoulders flutters messily.Min Xiaorong put down his portfolio, took out the scrunchie from his coat pocket, rolled up his hair and tied it in a ponytail.Just after binding, the drawing paper, which was still firmly clipped, was blown away from the clip by the wind and drifted away along the direction of the wind.

"Ah!" With a cry, Min Xiaorong immediately got up and ran after the drawing paper.

"Crack!" Quan Shiya, who was concentrating on painting on the paper, was about to pick up the crayon to add a touch of color, when a piece of paper floated in front of her and covered her face.

Quan Shiya took down the paper and handed it to the girl who was standing in front of her with an apologetic face and kept apologizing to her.

"If the painting folder is not securely clamped, buy a few clips and put it on the side, so that it will not be blown away by the wind so easily." After Quan Shiya gave her a suggestion, she continued to paint with her head down.

Nodding blankly, Min Xiaorong still stood and did not leave.Clutching the paper in both hands, Min Xiaorong saw that she didn't pay attention to his plan, so he couldn't help but speak first, "You draw beautifully, and you look beautiful too."

Min Xiaorong is an out-and-out face control, and has always had no resistance to beautiful things. Now at first glance, seeing a girl who is even more beautiful than her Ernie, I can't hold it anymore .Go a little closer and sit down opposite Quan Shiya, holding her face in both hands, watching her draw pictures with an idiot look on her face.

Going to the second year of junior high school and losing the baby fat, Quan Shiya's face has gradually grown, and the facial features have also undergone obvious changes, becoming more three-dimensional and refined. The original round face has become the current oval face, with more defined outlines.Xu Shi has learned folk dance, and she is usually relatively quiet, which makes her exude a kind of classical charm, like a lady walking out of a painting, and her every move is poetic.

After adding the last stroke, Quan Shiya concentrated her energy to look at the person in front of her.

Seeing that Quan Shiya was finally willing to talk to him, Min Xiaorong immediately started talking, "What's your name? Are you in the class next to ours? Why have I never seen you before? You draw so beautifully. I learned how to draw before." Is it?" He asked several questions in succession.

The author has something to say: ~~~~(>_<)~~~~ Ai Jia found that he was writing longer and longer~ What about the [-] to [-] short stories~