nostalgia

The streets are full of traffic, surrounded by modern high-rise buildings.

This is a young city, noisy and lively.

On the outdoor poster on the huge screen is an advertisement for a men's perfume. Through the glass-like perfume bottle, one can see the looming face.This is their newest endorser.

Jiang Luyu decided to watch there for a while.

Although Yi Yan can be seen everywhere now, he has also become unreachable, like an illusion.

Finally lowered his head, turned and left without any emotional ups and downs.

When Jiang Luyu arrived at his destination, he looked at his watch, and it was still 10 minutes away from the agreed time.He finally checked his whole body again, and after finding nothing wrong, he confidently walked into the tall building of a large company behind him.

This company named Boer was chosen by Jiang Luyu after he resigned from the previous company. Boer was much larger than the previous company and had a more complete system.

In fact, this company was Jiang Luyu's dream of joining since the year he graduated, but at that time his ability was not enough to cross that threshold, so he also took Burr as a daydream.But now he felt that the time was ripe, and the daydream might come true.

Under the leadership of the secretary at the front desk, Jiang Luyu walked towards the personnel department as seriously and solemnly as if meeting the president of the country, and almost missed the goose step.

When passing a certain department, his eyes were attracted by a somewhat familiar figure from the back.

He seemed to be reprimanding his subordinates, even though he was speaking extremely fast, without ambiguity.

This reminded Jiang Luyu of another high-profile master.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help stroking his forehead.

Hey, Yu Xi, Yu Xi.

Now that he has a good relationship with Xie Qi, there is nothing left to do.They always hang out together, visit the nightclubs in the entire city A, eat all the delicacies, and almost visit the red light district of this city, uh--with his cousin's tune, this is not sure.

Occasionally, they get tired of seeing the neon lights on the street, and they will hold a small party at home on a whim, bring different people to drink and have fun, or have a BBQ on the rooftop.Of course, this was all Xie Qi passed over when he was chatting with Jiang Luyu later, and Jiang Luyu rarely saw such scenes.

And there is a reason why he doesn't know Yu Xi very well. Although he and his cousin are so close that they have nothing to say, Jiang Luyu still doesn't belong to their circle. He has his circle of friends, just like Xie It's like Qi can't walk into his circle of friends.The relationship between Yu Xi and Jiang Luyu should be said to be acquaintances but not mutual acquaintances. The whole city is only so big, and it is inevitable that they will meet when something happens.

Thinking about it this way, I probably haven't seen that guy for several months.

In fact, Yu Xi is still a normal person in front of Jiang Luyu if you don't count the time when these two idiots are chatting with each other.

But once they meet, obediently, drag a chair and watch action comedies while eating melon seeds.

Perhaps, a true friend will expose his true nature.

The man with a bunch of braids on the back of his head finally finished his reprimand, and when he turned around, his eyebrows were still slightly furrowed.When he saw Jiang Luyu, he was stunned for a moment, then winked mischievously at him, and Jiang Luyu instantly petrified.

Remain!Xi!

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The hemp rope on the booth is entangled and placed on the ivory white interlining. The thin lines on the rope make people's eyes hurt.

Really, drawing is not for everyone.

Especially looking at a certain thing for a long time and seeing that it can be written out silently, this is a very exhausting thing.

In particular, boys seem to be born with little patience.

So the art class is a circle where yin prospers and yang declines.

At the age of eighteen or nineteen, the beauty is enviable.Their personalities, ego, and can't stand restraint. For example, like now, they stare at the hemp rope and can't draw a picture. They have a dead heart.

There was an impatient sigh in the still relatively quiet classroom, and the boy's pretty eyebrows were twisted into the word "Chuan". Even so, it still couldn't cover up his youthful face.

Therefore, even if his face is stinky, he is at most like a child who has lost his temper, or if he is coaxed, he will laugh more happily than anyone else.

Of course, if you don't know him well, you will think so.

Finally, the boy couldn't help but rolled his eyes at his drawing paper, and walked out as if angry with himself.

I don't care that it's class time now, but it's commendable that there is no pretending to be impatient.He was just very quiet and did not affect any of his classmates leaving.

What a lonely and awkward kid.

The young teacher also saw this scene, but curled his lips helplessly. He walked to the boy's seat, and after looking at it for a long time, he muttered: "The painting is obviously not bad, why are you making trouble with yourself?"

The sound of biting ears appears:

"I said that Xia Rui's personality is really weird."

"No wonder no one plays with him."

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Xia Rui stood by the window alone, the outside wind felt cold on his face.The weather in March is actually cool and pleasant, but he just feels uncomfortable for no reason.

In fact, it's not very comfortable.

Not why things and people, just intermittent sentimentality-it is a bit hypocritical to say so.

I am somewhat dissatisfied with my work and even my attitude towards life.

Some people say that during the period when the level of painting is improved, there will be such impetuous emotions. I feel bad about everything, but I can't change it.If this is the case, of course it is good, but why do you feel like you can't do anything?Like a motor that has lost power and doesn't know how to move forward.

The same is true for life.

Finally, he sighed like a little old man, closed the window and prepared to go back to the classroom.

After all, I don't want the teacher to have any thoughts about me.In this school, this teacher is the only one Xia Rui respects and likes. He remembers the first time he saw this teacher differently when he was helping the students change the drawings. The picture comes back to life.

Xia Rui has always believed that the truly superb painting skills are not drawing amazing pictures on blank paper, but building new highlights on the basis of low-level works. This is the truly outstanding skill.

And the teacher seemed to light up his eyes.

The teacher is not very old, his handsome face is mixed with their freshman students, no one will think he is a teacher, if possible, Xia Rui doesn't want to call him teacher, he wants to call him by his name.

Li Suran.

He read it softly, and suddenly laughed out loud.