I like you, nothing to do with you

?Looking at the painting in front of her, Feng Ling frowned slightly, and looked down. When she touched the inscription on the lower right, she was startled, thought for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Why is the little girl sighing?" A deep voice came from the ear.

"He must have been in a bad mood when he drew this picture." Feng Ling pursed her lips, and casually said what she was thinking. Just as she finished speaking, she realized what she had said, and looked back quickly, not knowing when to stop. The old man behind him was taken aback for a moment, and the old man's appearance gradually merged with the photo in his memory. Feng Ling immediately understood who was standing in front of him, put his hands down in front of him, and bowed, "Teacher Hasegawa."

Masao Hasegawa nodded slightly, and asked, "How do you know that he was very sad when he drew this painting?"

"Although the whole picture looks very clear, there is a saying that everything must be reversed." Feng Ling straightened up, followed Hasegawa's line of sight to look at the painting, and her eyes fell on a corner, "How clear is the picture?" , there is also a small corner that hides the mood of the author when he was painting."

Hasegawa raised his brows slightly, he didn't agree with Fengling's answer, but he didn't deny it either. He just said flatly, "This is what he drew two years ago."

"Oh." Feng Ling's expression moved slightly, and there was a trace of sadness in her eyes. She nodded and stopped talking.

"Do little girls also draw?" Hasegawa saw Fengling's reaction, and changed the subject.

"Well, it's just a hobby." Feng Ling replied with a smile.

"Are you a student?" Hasegawa changed the subject again.

Although she didn't understand why the master of Japanese painting and calligraphy changed the subject frequently, Feng Ling nodded.

"May I know your name?" Hasegawa changed the subject again.

Fengling was a little stunned. She looked at Hasegawa, trying to find any clues from that face full of vicissitudes, but it was in vain. She pursed her lips and said, "My name is Fengling, please give me your advice."

"Yeah." Hasegawa nodded, and was about to say something, but was recognized by the visitors who walked to the last exhibition unit, and Qingdao signed his name and took a group photo.

Fuling looked down at the watch on her wrist. The time agreed with her and Tezuka was only a few minutes away. She looked up at Masao Hasegawa who was surrounded by a group of people. At this time, Hasegawa also happened to look up at her position. Smiling at the old man, bowed as a farewell, then turned and left.

Hasegawa withdrew his gaze, with a pensive look on his face, but the speed of writing his signature did not stop.

Feng Ling passed through the bustling people and hurried towards the exit of the art exhibition. From a distance, she saw Tezuka standing at the door talking to a boy with purple gray hair. Her pace slowed down involuntarily. At this moment, her shoulders After being hit hard by someone, the wind chime screamed, and her body leaned forward involuntarily. Seeing that she was about to kiss the ground, her arms were held by a pair of big hands at the right time. When she looked up, she met a pair of long and narrow Phoenix eyes.

"Thank you...thank you." Feng Ling stammered a little thank you, and borrowed Tezuka's strength to stand up straight and stabilize her body.

As soon as the hand holding her arm was released, Feng Ling heard a slightly haughty voice in her ears: "Hey, Tezuka, this is your girlfriend? What a gorgeous woman."

Feng Ling was taken aback, and raised her eyes to follow the sound. Standing not far away was the purple-gray-haired boy who had just chatted with Tezuka. She turned her head and looked around. She seemed to be the only woman beside them at the moment. Exclude a group of female creatures with chirping eyes and red hearts two meters away.

The woman who is not gorgeous refers to her?Feng Ling blinked her eyes and touched her nose with some doubts. When and where did she offend such a person?

"Che, Tezuka, it turns out that you are interested in such a bean." The purple-gray haired boy glanced at Feng Ling, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, turned and left, and looked back at Tezuka as soon as he took a step, "After a few days Today's camp training, let's have a fight with my uncle."

"Ah." Tezuka frowned and nodded slightly.

"Hmph, you are intoxicated by my grandpa's magnificent beauty." The purple-gray haired boy posted the battle post and walked away.

Feng Ling looked at the back of the young man leaving inexplicably, twitched the corner of her mouth, and looked at Tezuka suspiciously. Tezuka raised his hand and pushed the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, coughed lightly, and said, "Let's go!" Bar."

Furin nodded, smoothed out the invisible folds on the skirt, and left behind Tezuka.

A figure jumped out from the darkness, holding a single-lens reflex camera in his hand. He flipped through the photos, looked up at Fuchi and Tezuka who were gradually disappearing into the vast crowd, his eyes on the bridge of his nose flashed a light, He grinned, showing eight white teeth: "Tezuka has a girlfriend? This is a very good statistic."

In a quiet corner, a red-haired woman with a good figure approached the old man with a playful smile: "Teacher, have you seen her?"

"Xiao Yuan, do you want to go through my back door?" the old man asked without answering.

The woman shook her head and said with a smile: "Teacher, I trust her, don't go through your back door."

"Then why do you want me to see her?" the old man continued to ask.

"Because she is very interesting, I think the teacher will like her." The woman told some interesting things to the old man.

The old man nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "You can see the other side of Jingshi hidden in that painting, this little girl is really interesting."

The woman smiled triumphantly upon hearing this.