woe

I am a person without ideals.

To be precise, ideals have abandoned me.

When I saw Van Gogh's paintings for the first time when I was a child, I felt my heart was filled with a handful of water.

So I excitedly said to my mother: "Mom, when I grow up, I want to be a painter like Van Gogh."

In fact, my favorite painter is Da Vinci, but I like him not only because of his paintings, but also because he was my Prince Charming when I was a child.

I heard that he is very handsome and knows many things.

I heard that he is not only good at drawing, but also has a little knowledge of anatomy.

I heard that he can even carve.

Later, I made a list of him out of boredom, only to realize that he knows all kinds of things.

You said that he knows a lot of things, but he is very proficient.

It was horribly perfect.

So I think there must be nothing he can't do.

Later, this him became another him.

His name is He Zhou.

I think he's a Da Vinci-like... staff.

How should I put it, I remember the first time I saw him, he was clearly wearing the uniform of Huanyi High School.

When we met for the second time, he wore our school uniform and looked up at me and laughed.

Without saying a word, I smashed the drawing board in my hand.

You ask me why?

Oh, labor and management just see him unhappy.

Do you think I am such a person?How could I just throw the drawing board just because people are unhappy?

He's wearing labor-management school uniform! ! !

At that time, I was painting a sunflower in the studio, and he secretly took the school uniform jacket I put aside, and changed it himself.

I was very focused on drawing, so I didn't find out that my school uniform had been worn until he came back after sneaking around with my school uniform.

I:"……"

For a deep cleaning freak, this is simply unbearable.

At that time, there was only one dirty word in my mind, Asonofbitch.

Later, I felt that the literal translation in Chinese was a little ambiguous, and I felt sorry for Mama He. I later scolded him and changed it to, Bitch.

It was only later that I found out that he was hiding from peach blossoms that day.

He Zhou, he can play the piano, play the violin, dance hip-hop and do magic tricks, especially handsome.

So... There are really a lot of peach blossoms.

I regretted it very much later, I shouldn't have thrown the drawing board at him at that time.

I should throw the easel.

How could I not be able to kill him then?

Later, He Zhou got entangled with me, no, he shouldn't say entangled, it's just that he would steal my school uniform every time he hid from the peach blossoms.

He is really handsome, and he is really shameless.

There are a lot of peach blossoms, and the number of times of stealing clothes is also a lot.

When I paint, I don't want to get the paint on my clothes, and I don't want to roll up my sleeves rudely, so I always wear short sleeves to paint, and then I'm a dead clean freak.

Basically, I don't want the school uniform worn by He Zhou.

So because of He Zhou, I bought a lot of school uniforms.

Later, I couldn’t, so I always put two school uniforms in the studio. He Zhou always took the outer one and the inner one every day, and then walked around wearing them to hide the peach blossoms and then came back to put them down.

I figured out his rules.

Since then, I have never bought too many school uniforms.

From then on, He Zhou got another Suhe High School uniform.

Then He Zhou gave me his school uniform.

In fact, I refused in my heart.

But He Zhou really did everything possible to get me to accept it, so I was under the threat of him saying that if I didn't accept it, I would continue to wear school uniforms without rules.

While thinking about the party program.

One side... shamefully compromised.

You know, I'm a clean freak.

And I think the expression on my face when I received his school uniform must be wonderful.

Later, He Zhou said that at that time my expression was as distorted as that of Mu Lixiang.

Not long after, He Zhou began to stay in my studio openly and aboveboard, because He Zhou said he wanted me to teach him how to paint.

His mother reached an agreement with my mother, so he sold me with peace of mind.

Erect middle finger!

At that time, I really doubted whether my mother still loves me.

Only then did I know that Aunt He was actually He Zhou's mother.

It turned out that I always knew that Aunt He had a son who had been studying abroad since he was a child, and he didn't come back until recently.

But he didn't know his name was He Zhou.

Others went abroad to avoid the Chinese college entrance examination in high school, but He Zhou returned to China in high school.

Really a wonderful flower.

He Zhou especially likes to laugh. When he smiles, he shows pointed canine teeth and deep pear dimples.

Dimples are more precious than dimples.

He smiles like a Teddy in spring heat.

It gave me the chills.

Although I usually don't like to stay with He Zhou, if it's something I really promised, I will definitely do it well.

Especially art, which I love.

So I started to teach He Zhou how to draw.

Then after teaching He Zhou for a month.

My heart is hehe.

In the beginning, teaching He Zhou to draw was quite difficult, after all, this kid had never been exposed to drawing.

The lines or something made me want to smear the paint in my hand all over his face.

And he didn't study hard at all.

Always staring at me holding the hand on the back of his hand and pointing out God.

Then his face turned red.

I was very curious, so I asked, "Why are you blushing?"

He Zhou's daughter-in-law seemed to glance at me, and replied: "You shook my hand."

I rolled my eyes indecently, and said, "I don't want to hold your hand. Why? Feet? Legs? Head? I'm teaching you how to draw, not self-defense."

After I finished speaking, I don't know what dirty things He Zhou thought of, and his face turned even redder.

I just left black lines all over my face.

You know, I'm a clean freak.

So when I got home, I almost rubbed my hands red.

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