Bunch of grass

Fengling stood quietly in front of the ink painting, looking at the mountains in the distance and the ink cherry nearby, her world was quiet. After a while, her eyes moved slightly down to the red seal, and the corners of her mouth slightly Raising an arc, he turned his head to look at the silent young man with dark green hair standing beside him. The soft incandescent light in the exhibition hall fell on his handsome profile, and his long eyelashes flickered with the blinking of his eyes. .

The young man seemed to notice a gaze on him, turned his head slightly, and met Feng Ling's eyes, the young man raised his eyebrows, as if asking: What's wrong?

Feng Ling shook her head, pursed her lips and smiled, and walked towards the painting next to her.

When Fengling walked to another painting, Longya frowned and looked at the ink painting in front of her. Isn't it just a black and white picture of cherry blossoms on Mount Fuji?Is it worth watching for so long?Long Ya tilted his head to look at the whole painting, but still didn't see anything special, he pursed his mouth and followed Feng Ling's footsteps.

Except for the ink painting, Fengling stayed for almost the same time in other works. An hour later, the two walked to the last part of the exhibition, the exhibition of works by Hasegawa Masao's disciples. In a few words, there are very few spectators who come here to visit.

"Go in and see?" Long Ya asked.

"En." Feng Ling nodded.

"Then you go in first, I'll go to the bathroom, and I'll find you later." Bite the bullet and accompany Feng Ling to finish watching the previous exhibition. Naturally, this step will not give up halfway, but after all, people have three urgencies.

"Well, good." Feng Ling nodded, saw Long Ya leave quickly, pursed her lips, and walked into the door.

The display of the work is very similar to that of ten years ago. When Feng Ling stepped into the threshold, her eyes were attracted by the people standing in the corner. An old man with white hair was supported by a man and a woman. The man's hair was like a iris flower The like violet hair is particularly conspicuous under the light, while the woman standing on the other side has dazzling red long hair. The three of them seem to be whispering something.

At that moment, Feng Ling decided to leave here without a sound. She just turned around when she heard a scream: "Xiao Fengfeng, is it really you?"

There was another pause at Fengling's feet, and he turned his head stiffly. Before he could see clearly, he was hugged tightly by a red figure: "Ah, Xiaofengfeng, Xiaofengfeng. Xiaojingshi said you were in New York, and I I still don't believe it."

"Hmm... cough cough... Mr. Yuan, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you still maintain such a good figure!" Feng Ling, who was squeezed by the well-developed pectoralis major muscle, raised his hand and pushed.

"Of course." The red-haired woman known as Teacher Yuan let go of the wind chime, raised her hand and squeezed the wind chime's cheek, "Xiao Fengfeng, I haven't seen you in a few years, why are you still so tall?"

"Oh, I can't help it. I didn't properly supplement the nutrition during the second growth period, so I couldn't grow taller." Feng Ling gave Teacher Yuan a blank look, then turned to look at the old man who was being supported by the man with violet hair, "Hasegawa Long time no see, Sensei. Yukimura-kun, good morning."

"Fengsang." Yukimura nodded slightly.

"The little girl is still drawing?" Hasegawa Masao nodded, looking at the wind chimes energetically.

"Well, draw it once in a while." Feng Ling pursed her lips and smiled.

"Have we not seen each other for ten years?" Hasegawa Masao walked up to Fengling, "The little girl's world seems to be wider."

"Yeah, I have seen more of the world, and naturally it has expanded a lot." Feng Ling raised her hand and stroked the hair from her temples behind her ears.

"Well, not bad. I've seen your painting ten years ago. It's a good work in terms of basic skills, but it seems a little shallow in terms of knowledge, so I pulled your work from the No.1 position. Come down." Hasegawa Masao glanced at Feng Ling with a calm expression, and said with a smile, "The little girl won't blame me, will she?"

"Ms. Hasegawa, do you want me to blame you?" Fengling asked without answering.

Masao Hasegawa, who was defeated by the wind chime, shrugged his mouth, caught a glimpse of the three juniors who were holding back their smiles from the corner of his eyes, snorted coldly, and said, "If you blame me, I can take Jingshi I paid you."

Feng Ling was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at Yukimura Seiichi who was standing beside Hasegawa, and also saw a trace of surprise in his eyes, Feng Ling pursed her lips, and said with a smile: "Xingmura-kun is such a big man, I dare not Yes, there is no place to put it at home."

"Just keep it in your heart." Masao Hasegawa teased.

Fengling was taken aback again, biting her lower lip lightly with her white teeth: "Ms. Hasegawa was joking."

Masao Hasegawa looked at the wind chime, then at Yukimura, and smiled loudly: "Haha... little girl, I heard that you are the deputy director of the art department who was confirmed by Ohara and Seiki at the same time? You want You know, Ohara and Jingshi seldom make the same decision on the same thing."

"Oh, really?" Feng Ling smiled uncomfortably.

"Teacher, you don't even know how many people entered the art department because of Xiaojingshi's beauty at that time. Those people's thoughts were completely placed on Xiaojingshi. We picked left and right, and finally found Xiaofeng. Feng, actually, Xiao Fengfeng, at that time I thought you came here for our Xiaojing City." Teacher Yuan lifted Fengling's chin and said with a smile.

"Ah? Why?" Feng Ling asked puzzledly.

"Do you know that the first time Xiaojingshi came to the activity room of the art department, you stared at him without blinking."

Feng Ling blushed, rubbed her nose in embarrassment, and said, "Everyone has a love for beauty, and it's normal to take a few more glances when you meet a beauty."

"Xiaoling?" A clear voice came from behind.

Feng Ling turned her head and looked at the dark green-haired youth standing at the door: "Long Yajun."

"Ah, is it Xiao Fengfeng's boyfriend?" Teacher Yuan threw himself on Fengling, looked at Fengling with his head tilted, and smiled narrowly.

"Senior Longya?" Yukimura was taken aback after seeing the man's face clearly, then stepped forward and stretched out his right hand first, "Senior, long time no see."

"Mr. Xingmura, long time no see." Long Ya walked in, stretched out her right hand, clasped both hands, shook them a few times, and let go.

"Hey, do you know Koseiichi?" Hara-sensei couldn't get an answer from Fengling, so he quickly turned to Yukimura.

"Well, seniors in the U-17 Japanese representative concentration selection camp in junior high school." Yukimura nodded, and then looked at Long Ya, "Senior is in New York during this time?"

"Yes, preparing for the Australian Open in January next year." Long Ya glanced at Feng Ling thoughtfully and replied.

"Hmm... ah, you look a little familiar, have you seen you before?" Teacher Yuan walked up to Long Ya, looked up, down, left, and right, "Ah, can you take off your sunglasses?"

Longya took off his sunglasses and hung them on his collar, and said with a smile, "Echizen Longya, nice to meet you." Then he bowed ninety degrees respectfully to Masao Hasegawa, "Mr. Hasegawa, hello."

"Young man, hello." Masao Hasegawa chuckled.

Teacher Hara stared at Longya for a long time. She seemed to have remembered something, and turned to look at Yukimura: "Hey, Seichi, what is the relationship between Echizen Ryuya and the boy who beat you before? The name sounds like Almost."

The smile on Yukimura's face froze slightly, and he said helplessly, "Echizen Ryoma is the younger brother of Ryuya-senpai."

Feng Ling subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Long Ya. Although he looked calm, the arc of his mouth revealed his mood at this time. It seemed that he could sense that Feng Ling was looking at him. Long Ya glanced at Feng Ling, then There was an unconcealable satisfaction in his eyes.

After bidding farewell to Masao Hasegawa and his party, Fuling and Long Ya walked out of the art museum.

The continuous days of continuous rain were driven away by the rare bright sunshine. The pale golden sunshine sprinkled every corner of Central Park. A gust of cold wind blew, and the wind chimes raised their hands to gather the scarf around their necks. Then he put his hand in his jacket pocket.

Long Ya's footsteps were faster, Feng Ling couldn't keep up, so she just trotted a few steps, and when she got to Long Ya's side, she saw his face darken, Feng Ling was taken aback, wasn't she fine just now?She tilted her head to look at Long Ya, and asked in a low voice, "Long Yajun, what's wrong? What happened?"

"It's nothing." Long Ya said without turning her head, her steps slowed down.

"Long Yajun?" Although Feng Ling didn't have the ability to see six directions and hear all directions, she vaguely sensed Long Ya's strange mood, and decided to ask again, "Did you just..."

"Do you like Yukimura Seichi?" Longya stopped suddenly, turned around, Fengling had no time to stop, and slammed into Longya's arms, warm and fragrant nephrite, Longya held Fengling's shoulders with both hands, and said a word asked suddenly.

"Eh?" Feng Ling looked at Long Ya in surprise, with a slightly hesitant expression.

"do you like him?"

"So... I liked it before."

"He's the one who taught you how to play tennis?" For some reason, a sour feeling spread in his chest.

"It's not Yukimura-kun, it's another classmate." Fengling shook her head.

"Male classmate?"

"...Well. But..."

"But what?"

"But I think you should know them. They seem to have participated in the U-17 Japanese representative concentration selection camp before like Yukimura-kun."

"What kind of high school are they?"

"The High School Affiliated to Lihai University."

"Wearing a black peaked cap, with a dark face all day long, like someone owes him tens of millions?"

"That's Sanada-kun, my classmate."

"Is that the younger sister who squints her eyes all day long, holding a notebook and muttering about data?"

"That's Jun Liu."

"Is anyone else from your school's tennis club participating in the selection camp?"

"...Ah? Are they lying to me? Is there no one in your selection camp who always says he is a genius and loves to chew bubble gum? There is also a hair that looks like kelp?"

"No impression. Not at all."

"Sure enough, you lied to me. No wonder I hit my head so many times."

The two were relatively silent. After a while, Long Ya suddenly remembered that the problem he just asked was not the concentration selection camp, but Yukimura Seiichi. He waved his hand and signaled Feng Ling to focus on him: "You used to like Have you been to Yukimura Seiichi?"

"Why is this the problem again?" Feng Ling lowered her head and pointed at her fingers, "I had a crush on Yukimura-kun before, he was quite pretty at that time, as a normal girl, it should be normal for me to have a crush on him " Feng Ling looked up at Long Ya, and saw Long Ya pushed up her sunglasses and put them on her forehead, her amber phoenix eyes half-squinted and looked directly at the direction of the art museum, vaguely heard what he said about being weak, without half flesh, like……

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