soul painters and sound idiots

"Well, thank you." Li Wei didn't know what to say anymore, so he could only reply this sentence dryly, which made Wen Rendong feel particularly uncomfortable.How should I put it, it was the first time someone spoke to her so politely since she was so old.This feeling is like throwing her into another strange environment suddenly, very frightened and unhappy.

So her tone suddenly became impatient: "Then what else do you have? I'll hang up if I have nothing to do."

"Don't..." Perhaps hearing her impatience, Li Bi hurriedly said, "I want to ask you, if you forgive me, can we meet again?"

Wen Rendong: "..." Dachu, can you not be so ambiguous?

"Yes, but I've been a little busy recently, how about a few days?" What is she busy with?She was so busy sleeping and recuperating that she almost forgot that she shouldn't be running around before she fully recovered from her illness.

"Well, then you can contact me when you are free. Here is my phone number."

"Got it. But then again, how did you know my number?"

"I asked Li San for it."

"No, no, no." Wen Rendong said while shaking her head while laughing, when the other party heard a puzzled particle, she laughed even more cheerfully, suppressing her voice to pretend to be mysterious: "It was given to me by my brother, and she will give it to you. "

After hanging up the phone, Li Bi realized that his cheeks were very hot. He didn't need to look to know that his cheeks must be terribly red.She is not unfamiliar with this feeling, because since she was a child, no matter which teacher came to ask her a question or she went to talk to the teacher about something, her face would turn red unconsciously, and she always felt very nervous, or a very nervous kind.

Li Bi took the cool back of his hand to cool down, and he was still thinking: Could it be that in her heart, she already regards Wen Rendong as a teacher?

If this is the case, wouldn't she be so nervous that she stutters when she hears about Rendong?

Let alone Li Bi's "two", she still doesn't know herself well enough, she forgot that almost all the elders she came into contact with since she was a child were her teachers, that kind of nervousness has nothing to do with her identity.She is just not good at getting in touch with others in her bones.

A few days later, a cool morning.

Wen Rendong woke up early in the morning for an unprecedented time, and then, with his face unwashed and teeth brushed, he started rummaging through boxes and cabinets, busy with work.She dragged out a brown suitcase from under the bed, stuffed the clothes she had turned out into, and put a few pairs of socks and a pair of slippers in it.If you want her to tidy up, forget it, as long as you can close it.

After finishing the necessary luggage, Wen Rendong went out of the room to get something to eat, but she still didn't wash her face or brush her teeth.She has a habit that is different from ordinary people. She likes to wash up an hour after eating.In her words, eating after brushing your teeth is not a waste of time.

Wen Rendong looked at the quiet living room—my mother hasn't woken up yet, my father hasn't come back from a business trip, and my brother doesn't know where he has gone.

So she cooked a bowl of noodles by herself, and she didn't dislike the clear soup with few noodles, so she added some chili and ate it.To be honest, apart from Wen Rendong who likes to dye her hair and occasionally skips breakfast, she is a good child!Don't smoke or drink, don't stay up late and don't flirt with girls, don't play games and don't mess around, and know how to save money!Where can such a good boy be found?It's a pity that when strangers saw her attire, they presumptuously drew conclusions.

After eating the noodles, Wen Rendong took out his mobile phone and called "Qiuqiu". When the other party answered the phone, he teased unceremoniously: "Yo, you thought you forgot about it, bitch."

Wen Rendong put on a disdainful expression towards the phone, Qiuqiu will never have nothing to do with her, after all Wen Rendong is a good student besides skipping classes, really!She just felt that some of the lessons were of no use to her and were a waste of time.However, if she was an art student, she would definitely catch up with every class.

"Even if I forgot, it's fine if you haven't forgotten, Mr. Qiu. I've packed my luggage. When are we going to leave?"

"It's easy to say, gather at the gate of the school at two o'clock in the afternoon." Teacher Qiu replied, not forgetting to remind, "Don't be late, the bus won't wait for anyone, especially you."

Wen Rendong snorted disdainfully, "If I don't participate, what should I do if I can't get No.1 back?"

"Hey! Smelly girl!" Upon hearing this, Teacher Qiu became furious. "Can't you change your conceited character?"

Wen Rendong laughed as if he heard some joke. "Oh, as the saying goes, if you don't hit the south wall, you don't look back. People who are stronger than me don't come to participate. What should I do?"

"What a mess." Teacher Qiu said disgustedly. He is a proud student who is good at everything, but his education is a bit poor. It seems that she put all her thoughts on art.The results of it?It's not as good as success by singing a few songs casually.

Good luck and fooling people, he suddenly felt that Wen Rendong was also quite pitiful.

"I won't tell you, I have to inform other people. Don't forget at two o'clock in the afternoon."

After hanging up the phone, the phone interface stopped in the phone book, which only saved the numbers of dozens of people, and she didn't need to scroll down, she saw Li Bi's name at a glance.

His fingers paused above Li Bi's name, and Wen Rendong began to struggle again.With Da Touch's ability, she will definitely represent the sophomores to participate in the annual campus exchange competition, right?When the time comes, will I be able to see her when I go to the exhibition by myself?Or, would she come to listen to their singing on a whim?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was possible, and Wen Rendong became even more entangled. It would be great if she didn't know Dachu's real identity.Just like last year, she was not nervous at all looking at the dense crowd of heads in the audience.But what if she accidentally glanced at the big touch this time?

Wen Rendong didn't waste any time these days.She first read all the posts about Li Wei in the campus forum.In addition to her works, she also saw Da Touch's face, and took notes seriously.

"Wake up so early?" Wen Ren's mother came out with sleepy eyes in her pajamas, she was surprised to see Wen Ren Dong on the sofa fully dressed. "Dressed like this, what are you doing?"

Wen Rendong looked down at his clothes, there was nothing strange about it.What happened to the thin jacket, short sleeves and jeans?If it's strange, it's because the string of prayer beads wrapped in several circles on her hand doesn't match properly.The beads have been worn for a long time, and they have feelings and spiritual energy, Wen Rendong is reluctant to take them off.

"Go to other schools to participate in the competition, you forget this time of year?"

"I really forgot." Wenren's mother said, and said straight to the mountain: "Is the money enough?"

Wen Rendong nodded, but he didn't expect that this was just an intersection of her mother's routine. "Since you have enough money, why don't you dye your nondescript hair back? Damn girl, it's been a few days!"

Wen Rendong was stunned for a moment. She scratched her hair and argued: "Every time I go out, I either forget to bring money or forget about it. What can I do?"

Wenren's mother laughed angrily, "Looks like I'm going to put a note on your forehead, just write the words 'remember to use money to dye your hair'."

Wen Rendong: "..."

Seeing that she was silent, Wenren's mother slapped her thigh fiercely again. "Smelly girl, you can perfunctory me. Now it's popular to use WeChat to pay or something. If you don't bring money, you always bring your mobile phone? You are obviously looking for an excuse."

"...Mom, I've convinced you."

So Wen Rendong's plan changed slightly.Led by her mother, the two went straight to the hair salon, where they spent more than an hour dyeing Wen Rendong's hair back with gray ashes, and even re-styled her hairstyle.

The hairdresser kindly gave her a look out of humanitarianism, "It's better not to dye your hair so frequently in the future." As a result, the other party didn't even look at him, and the hairdresser felt aggrieved.

After several months, Wen Rendong finally saw her black hair again.Under the cruel command of her mother, her short hair was neatly arranged, and it was no longer messy and beautiful.Wen Rendong wanted to cry a little, why did she feel that she was more like a boy?No, she wants to keep her long hair back!

That's right, before high school, Wen Rendong had long, flowing hair. Later, she thought it was too hot to take care of her long hair, so she got hotheaded and cut it again and again. Finally, she became what she is now: the person in the mirror With cool black hair, a handsome face and flat breasts... Ahem, the last one is force majeure.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?" The hairdresser was not discouraged, and asked again.

Wen Rendong puffed up his face, feeling like he wanted to cry, he was about to cry himself out.If other people hear this, they will definitely give her a big roll of their eyes. If you are ugly like you, then why do they live?

"Not satisfied!" she said coldly.

Barber boy: "..."

At this time, Wenren's mother next to her smiled and took out the money from her wallet. "It's okay, as long as I'm satisfied."

Because of the hair dye, Wen Rendong lost the chance to take a nap, and the smell of the hair dye was still strong, so she couldn't sleep at all.In this way, she was bored watching TV, waiting for the time to come.

At one forty in the afternoon, Wen Rendong went out.She was wearing a hat, dragging a suitcase, and breathing the free air, feeling a sense of relief and happiness in her heart.This exchange meeting was held for three days, which meant that she was free for three days!What a luxurious vacation.

Of the 365 days of the year, Wen Rendong spent at least 333 days at home, within sight of her mother.Now that she was walking, she was like a runaway wild horse, jumping up and down very happily.

"Hey, Teacher Qiu, am I on time?"

She slapped Teacher Qiu's chubby body so much that the fat swayed away.But at this moment, he was not in the mood to joke with Wen Rendong.

"Stop making trouble, it's annoying."

"What's bothering you?"

"A car broke down, and there are dozens of people in the car with so much luggage, how do I get there? Tell me where to find a bus!"

With such a reminder, Wen Rendong noticed that today is much more lively than last year, and there are students standing or squatting beside the bus.She was also surprised, it's not hot now, and it's still a bit cold, what are you doing if you have a seat and don't sit out and blow off the air.

"It's not that simple." Wen Rendong said heartlessly, "It would be good if the people in that car were scattered into other cars. As for the luggage, it will definitely fit."

"It's possible..." Teacher Qiu hesitated, "But people with different majors..."

"Ouch." Wen Rendong smiled, but he despised him in his heart. "They're all adults, can't they still fight?"

"This classmate is right." A gentle female voice suddenly came from a distance, and Wen Rendong looked over, almost wanting to run away.Who is the girl who is following a woman in high heels if she is not a big touch?

The four eyes met, and she seemed to see a flash of joy in the eyes of the big tentacles.

"Students in our art department are very quiet. Since the car is broken down and there is no replacement for the moment, why not just follow what this classmate said. Director Qiu, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Wen Rendong understood the identity of the woman. He had long heard that there was a beautiful tutor in the Department of Fine Arts who had a good figure and good looks. Looking at it now, he really lived up to his reputation.

Other people's teachers...she envied her.