Little Bastard X Kidnapper

After that, Xiang Rong often participated in club activities, and also found out the name of the senior: Fang Yue.

Fang Yue and him are not in the same major, nor do they specialize in art, and they are in different grades, so they don't have much contact with each other.The only opportunity is club activities.In the last semester of senior year, Fang Yue has already started to prepare for her graduation project, and there are many courses, so club activities do not come every time.

But for one or two of those ten times, Xiang Rong still participated in every activity on time.It's just that even if he saw Fang Yue, he didn't dare to go forward, he just watched from a distance, and occasionally took pictures of him with his mobile phone like other girls.It's just that these photos have other slightly dirty uses at night or in the bathhouse, and Xiang Rong will not say it even if he is killed.

With the number of participation in club activities, Xiang Rong not only likes Fang Yue more and more, but also unexpectedly likes painting more and more.He felt that the paintbrush in his hand made him happier than the boring formulas in math class, and he also got relief from it.

Xiang Rong can also see that the more he paints, the better he is. There are more and more of his paintings in the dormitory. Friends also said that they must take some away when they graduate. If he becomes famous in the future, they will get rich.

In this way, while accumulating enthusiasm for painting and secretly falling in love with seniors, Xiang Rong spent a very fulfilling semester in his life.

From the second semester onwards, Fang Yue had fewer opportunities to come to clubs.He was overwhelmed with his graduation thesis, job hunting, social practice, and other things.But if he has time, he still likes to come to the art club to see his juniors.

Fang Yue liked painting since he was a child, but his parents felt that painting was not as useful as learning a musical instrument, so they never promised him to learn painting well.It’s just that Fang Yue never stopped. When she was a child, she drew in the blank space of textbooks. Later, she used her pocket money to buy a special sketch book and secretly drew. When she went to college, she started to learn watercolor and oil painting.

One day, the members were drawing in the classroom. Generally, such indoor painting activities are free to play, and sometimes there are physical sketches, that is, there are models or models.And today is free to play.

In the past month, Xiang Rong has been copying an oil painting of seaside scenery.

His skills are not superb, even a little clumsy. He often starts to search for videos by drawing and drawing, but his eye for color is very outstanding.Even the students majoring in fine arts in the club found it rare, and secretly asked him if he had studied it before, but he just smiled and shook his head.

When Fang Yue came, everyone had already started painting for a while. He crept in, waved to the acquaintances from the society on the podium, and walked inside, looking for a corner to sit down and paint casually.

He walked along the wall to the back row of the classroom, found an empty seat and put out the club painting tools he just took from the front of the classroom.After setting up the easel, he raised his head and adjusted the angle. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a young boy's painting.

The painting is the sea in the storm at night, and there is a crumbling boat on the sea.In the sky are layers of dark clouds and lightning piercing through the clouds, and below are churning sea water and a very weak looking boat.The overall picture is very dark, and it is generally difficult to draw a sense of layering in this kind of painting because the tones are very similar.But this person's painting not only did not blend all kinds of colors together, but could see the separation of the clouds, and even the light of lightning exposed in the thinner clouds, and the sea surface could be seen rolling even in the almost dark night. sea ​​water.

Fang Yue walked over, the boy was so focused that he didn't notice him behind him.Fang Yue didn't bother him either, she didn't say until he put down the pen and went to get the phone, "You draw very well~ Have you ever learned it?"

Snapped!

The boy's phone hit the ground.

"Hey! I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fang Yue quickly squatted down and picked up the phone, rubbed the screen against her body, and handed it back, "The screen is not broken! Hehe~ here."

"Thank you, thank you."

"To be honest, you draw very well~" Fang Yue looked at the painting carefully again, "The colors are very beautiful~ Have you ever learned how to draw?"

"No." The young man looked at Fang Yue in a daze.

Fang Yue was surprised: "You are very talented! Don't you consider learning?"

"I... can I?"

"Of course! There's nothing wrong with it! I think you can change your major to art with a little bit of talent!" Fang Yue patted her chest to encourage her junior.

"I... I will work hard."

"come on!"

"Then senior, can you guide me..."

Before the boy finished speaking, Fang Yue's cell phone rang suddenly.Everyone in the quiet classroom instantly looked over.

Fang Yue hurriedly took out her phone in embarrassment, and stuck out her tongue when she saw the name on the screen: "Hey, it's over, it's my tutor, maybe there's something wrong with the thesis. I'm leaving~Come on! I don't have any qualifications, but we can talk together next time we meet~ Let's go first, bye~~"

Fang Yue came and went in a hurry, and left within a few minutes.But it ignited a seed in the boy's heart.

Regardless of his parents' objections, Xiang Rong insisted on studying fine arts as his second major in his sophomore year.