first dust

After sleeping for nearly an hour, An Chuchen woke up due to his numbness, staring blankly at Qin Mu who was smiling at him outside the window, and was smearing on the drawing board with a brush.The appearance of a tall and handsome man holding a paintbrush is enough to make many women scream, but to An Chuchen, what attracts him is only the content on the drawing board.Regardless of the numbness still not gone, he got up and walked to the window, and looked sideways at the drawing board, on which was the scene when he was sleeping just now.

The style is a combination of classic and impression, the brushwork is both delicate and unrestrained and bold, and the colors are bright and warm.The sunshine shines from the shade of the trees through the glass on the handsome young man sleeping soundly in the rocking chair, exuding a serene and peaceful atmosphere.

This painting has not been completed yet, but the artistic conception in it has jumped into An Chuchen's heart through the glass window, and the sweetness rises gradually from the bottom of his heart. Relaxed and freehand brushwork is the best portrayal now.

Qin Mu put down the paintbrush in his hand, and beckoned to him to let him go out.

"Change in a while, let's go to the racecourse."

"This isn't finished yet." An Chuchen pointed at the painting.

"It doesn't matter, I have a good memory." Qin Mu blinked, and instantly transformed into a romantic man, shocking An Chuchen into a daze.

The two changed into the knight outfits. An Chuchen looked at the clothes that fit perfectly and sighed at Qin Mu's carefulness. As the one who was taken care of most of the time, he felt a little guilty. Up to now, he didn't even remember Qin Mu's birthday. I don't know what day it is.

The two went out to another hill in the opposite direction from the original direction. After turning over the hill, there was still a large piece of green grass, sandwiched between two low and gentle hills.At the end of the opposite hill there is a stable and horse farm, a dozen horses of different heights are grazing leisurely, and looking forward is a slender river, the water is smooth and smooth, flowing calmly.

An Chuchen had ridden horses with Dad An several times in domestic clubs before. He is not considered a beginner, but it is impossible to say how good the riding skills are. Such a sport requires a lot of familiarity.Qin Mu picked out a medium-sized brown-haired horse for him. This horse has a gentle temperament and is just right for him.Qin Mu himself chose a tall black horse with silky hair, which looked much more handsome than An Chuchen's.

"It's been a long time since I rode a horse, and I feel a lot unfamiliar." An Chuchen got on the horse first, and said to Qin Mu who was still watching him from below.

"Get used to it slowly for a while, control the horse to trot, and find out how it feels." Qin Muli got on the horse and followed behind him.

An Chuchen quickly found a rhythm, jogging on the grass with Qin Mu one after the other, from the horse farm to the field, running back and forth around the farm, and running along the river. If it hurts slightly.

Playtime always passes quickly. After dinner, the two returned to the city. After that, they still don't know when they will see each other next time.Although everyone was reluctant to part with each other, everyone had bright and relaxed smiles on their faces, and played a good show.

The school work was as busy as ever, and An Chuchen chose more courses.He likes one of the courses taught by Professor Melson, and often asks him for advice by email. Professor Melson also appreciates this student and allows him to enter his course group.In this way, An Chuchen became even busier.Luca, his German teacher, invited him to go to France for a trip, and he didn't have time to stay in touch with friends. He talked with his parents once every two weeks, and only Qin Mu would reply in time every few days.

From the end of December to the beginning of January, the school has a ten-day holiday. There are no exams and papers. It is a really relaxing time for college students in a year.On Christmas Eve, the Huaguo international students in the school jointly held a reception, and An Chuchen was dragged away by his classmates.

Most of the international students are from good families, and there are not a few who have the ability to spend a lot of money to hold receptions. The reception becomes a competition of family background, but there are many attendants around those with good family background. Now whether the interpersonal relationship is good or not is regarded as a person's success. It is one of the important conditions, so what is noble or disdain rarely exists among this group of rational people, and if there are any, it is regarded as a joke.

An Chuchen didn't know that he was one of the group of people who were regarded as noble. He had held many sorority-like receptions, and this was his first time attending, all because he was busy.

The dining method of the reception basically adopts the buffet type, which is convenient and trouble-free.An Chuchen doesn't have much interest in communication. First of all, when looking at you, many people stare and examine you with naked eyes. Secondly, it is still too early for him to communicate for the purpose of benefit.I wandered around the reception a few times, and chose a few pleasing foods before going to the buffet.

As soon as An Chuchen turned around, he heard a woman screaming from behind: "Oh, my feet!" Then An Chuchen was suddenly pushed forward, the tray in his hand shook, and the food was thrown out , It just fell on the clothes of a boy in front.

He sighed in his heart, and said to the unhappy boy, "I'm sorry, I got your clothes dirty."

"Hey, you stepped on my foot, why don't you know how to apologize!" The girl behind shouted loudly, and the people around looked over in surprise.

An Chuchen had no choice but to turn around and face the girl behind, "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

The girl is wearing a long evening dress with strapless shoulders. She has a good figure, has the essence of makeup, and her face has been transformed into flowers and jade, but the voice she speaks is not pleasant: "What do you mean, you stepped on someone else's foot? So perfunctory."

"This classmate, you are behind me. I turned around and didn't see it. I'm sorry for stepping on your foot." An Chuchen apologized earnestly with a blank face.

"You stepped on the drill on my shoe, you can figure it out."

"And my clothes, I guess I can't wear them anymore, I bought them for [-] euros, and now they're a commodity." The boy whose clothes were soiled said at the same time.

"I was pushed by her, and the food fell on you. You can ask her for compensation." The expressionless An Chuchen said bluntly, "Also, you came from behind me, there are people in front, Can't you see? Walk on someone else."

The boy, who looked ordinary and looked decent in his family, also disdainfully said: "I want to shirk my responsibility, but I can't afford it? I have no money and come out to play. If I don't study hard, I just want to take shortcuts."

"That's the truth, why should I pay for it if it's not my responsibility?" An Chuchen seldom quarreled with others, and what he said now was just to make sense to him.

A well-dressed and magnificent woman walked over gracefully holding a wine glass and asked, "What's the matter?" Her tone was calm, but it sounded a bit superior when she listened carefully.

The girl whose foot was stepped on before told the story quickly, focusing on her footsteps and the soiled clothes of another innocent boy. An Chuchen's attitude was poor.

"Is it this? This classmate." The woman asked gently with a smile.

An Chuchen narrated the previous events expressionlessly.

"According to the two of you, this classmate deserves the most apology." She pointed at the boy with her delicate fingertips, "It's better for you two to decide how to make up for it."

"Sister Hong—" the girl pouted, a little upset, but she didn't lose her temper, "Okay, I'll pay half of the price of this dress, and ask him about the other half."

More and more people gathered around, An Chuchen's classmates from the same school didn't come in, they just stood aside and watched, An Chuchen said, "I only pay for the laundry."

"Poor ghost, is it a man? It's not as good as a woman. You don't have money and I will pay for you." A man outside came in, took out his wallet, took out a stack of coins from it and threw it on An Chuchen.

Holding back his anger, An Chuchen took out five [-]-euro notes from his wallet and handed them to the boy, "It should be enough for washing clothes." Before the boy came to get them, he put them in his pocket, and then he walked towards the door .

"Bah, uneducated scum." A boy scolded from behind.

An Chuchen turned back before taking a few steps, and said indifferently to the boy who was scolding him, "Apologize!"

"What are you apologizing for? What's wrong with saying you're uneducated? It's a shame to come out! If you want me, I'll hang myself." The boy is not tall, much shorter than An Chuchen who is 1.8 meters zero.

A side kick, yelling at the boy, was kicked out suddenly, and then rolled on the ground twice before stopping.

"Apologize!" An Chuchen bent down and said again.

The boy whose face was greatly insulted continued with hatred on his face: "Bah! Uneducated garbage!" Then his face became more and more red, and An Chuchen stepped on his chest hard, "Apologize."

The people around screamed and wanted to come forward to pull An Chuchen away, but An Chuchen knocked down a few, and dared not come forward.

"This classmate, if you still want to get your graduation certificate, then let him go. Think about your parents, who have worked so hard for you to study, are you going to repay them like this?" the gorgeously dressed woman calmly persuaded.

"What's none of your business? What are you?" An Chuchen replied coldly, stomping on his feet twice, "Apologize."

The boy was so painful that he could barely speak. He was really scared. If he really died here, it would be no use even if the person above was punished. He used all his strength and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"I didn't hear it."

"I'm sorry!" the scolding boy cried loudly.

"Remember, don't insult others casually for being uneducated."

"Remember." The boy hurriedly followed his words, fearing that he would step on him a few more times.

An Chuchen put his feet back, ignored the eyes of the people around him, and left directly.

It is not very close to the dormitory from the hotel where the reception is located, and there are almost no pedestrians on the road, and they all spend Christmas Eve at home.An Chuchen shook his head, ready to run back.

The author has something to say:

I didn't read carefully, I hope there are not too many typos.