Senior is my fake wife

He and Sui Zhen went to the street where they buy painting materials. The whole street here is full of painting materials stores, and you can buy basically the brands that you can't see in the market.Fu Qiong wanted to buy oil painting brushes. The next semester's oil painting class would be taught by his favorite teacher. He wanted to prepare two sets of painting materials for himself.One set is cheap for daily practice, and one set is more advanced for class.

As for painting, most of the time for practice and concentration is in class. The time to concentrate on painting from morning to night in college is very precious. There are only fragments of time left after class, and it is not complete at all. Fu Qiong Now I kind of miss my senior year in high school, when I was painting for a whole day, I devoted myself to completing my work without distraction.

As a result, I ran to three stores that day, but I couldn't find this painting material.

The weather was so hot that even Fu Qiong felt a little irritated about running, because she was still taking Sui Zhen with her, and she felt a little guilty in her irritability.

Sui Zhen didn't say much the whole time, and when the third store was finished, Fu Qiong tugged at the collar of her T-shirt in despair to dissipate heat.

The weather was hot, and he was dizzy, his cheeks were flushed, and his neck and collarbone had a thin layer of redness because of the whiteness. He felt a little dehydrated and sunstroke.

He apologized to Sui Zhen: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I didn't expect that none of them would be there."

"Isn't there another family?" Sui Zhen asked.

Fu Qiong shook his head, he was very afraid that Sui Zhen would get emotional, so he hurried to the next door shop to buy him a bottle of water.

"Here." Fu Qiong blushed a little, "I'm sorry."

Sui Zhen was inexplicable: "You didn't buy anything, why do you apologize to me?"

"No." Fu Qiong didn't know how to describe her mood, "I just feel like I let you bask in the sun..."

"..." Sui Zhen sighed, and raised his hand to touch the back of his head, "You find a place to wait for me."

"...Huh?" Fu Qiong stared blankly at him.

"I'll be back in a while." Sui Zhen pointed to the picture on the phone, "It must be this brand."

"me and you together……"

"Just wait." Sui Zhen said, putting his bag on his shoulders, "It's too hot outside."

Fu Qiong was indeed a little dizzy from the heat. He rested for a while with water in his hand. Come on.

He hurried back and bought two more bottles of water to prepare. Standing at the door of the store, he saw a tall and thin boy coming from a distance.

"..." Fu Qiong hurried up to meet him and handed him a jar of water.

Sui Zhen took it unceremoniously, raised his head and filled half a bottle, rubbed his mouth, and took out the painting tools that Fu Qiong asked for from his bag: "Here."

"Thank you." Fu Qiong said, "... Let's go to the fourth house at the beginning."

"'Murphy's Law'." Sui Zhen smiled.

"Hey." Fu Qiong was still embarrassed, "It's because I didn't arrange it well. I'll treat you to lunch. Don't compete with me."

Fu Qiong started to take out the money as she spoke: "By the way, I'll give you the money."

"No need." Sui Zhen said, "I'll see you off."

"...?" Fu Qiong looked at him, "Why?"

"Thank you senior for washing my clothes." Sui Zhen said.

"Don't, don't, this is very expensive." Fu Qiong stuffed the money into his hand, "You take it...you can only save this money for a semester, so you should take it."

Sui Zhen's tone became cold: "It's for you."

After all, he turned his head and left as if there was nothing to discuss.

Fu Qiong followed behind him, and could only say: "Okay, okay, I'll take it..."

Sui Zhen is really uncertain...but...Fu Qiong doesn't quite understand why he gave her this thing away.

He didn't like to owe people things, and he had a small calculation in his heart, so he had to give Sui Zhen something back.The two walked into the bookstore, and when the air-conditioning hit, Fu Qiong finally felt that she had come alive.

He sighed and said, "I'm going to buy some books."

Sui Zhen didn't say anything, and when Fu Qiong went upstairs to look for a book, he put it in his pocket and silently followed behind him like a ghost.

Fu Qiong didn't notice him at first, and only saw Sui Zhen sideways when he was looking for books on the bookshelf.

"..." Fu Qiong was used to him being so silent by the side, so she simply pulled out the book he wanted to buy.

"Introduction to Scene Perspective." Sui Zhen said.

"Yeah." Fu Qiong turned her head and opened it for him, "Look, I haven't found this book in the library for a long time, and then I found it here on the Internet. There are many excellent perspective drawings in it that can be copied. .”

"Aren't you from the oil painting department?" Sui Zhen asked.

"The quality of a painting's scene has a lot to do with the perspective." Fu Qiong said, "I won't be able to paint oil paintings for the rest of my life."

Holding the book, he sat down in the corner.

Sui Zhen sat next to him next to him, shoulder to shoulder with him.Fu Qiong picked three books, and wanted to find the most cost-effective one to take home, so she flipped through the pages.

After a while, Sui Zhen took a sip of water and said, "Have you thought about what you will do in the future?"

"I've thought about it." Fu Qiong read the book and said, "It's impossible for me to work in a milk tea shop all my life."

He raised his eyes slightly, his slender eyelashes were browned by the sun: "Why did you ask this all of a sudden?"

"I just heard from you that it is impossible to paint oil paintings for the rest of my life." Sui Zhen spread his fingers and looked at his hands, "I just entered college, and many times I felt that my major might be a lifetime job."

"For example, I'm an oil painter, so when I finally graduate, I may have to eat a hungry meal and a full meal. Is it half a year's life for an oil painting to open?" Fu Qiong said while laughing.

Sui Zhen blinked: "Isn't it?"

"I thought the same way when I was a freshman," Fu Qiong said.

"You are only one grade older than me." Sui Zhen said.

"Then I am also a senior." Fu Qiong said, "I remember that I am two years older than you."

Sui Zhen didn't want to argue with him on this issue, so he put his head on his hands and looked away.

Only in the matter of age, Sui Zhen was always unconvinced, but helpless, and finally turned into sullen, especially childish.

"Then what have you thought about doing?" Sui Zhen asked, "Design?"

"Design? Didn't the design students next door take all the seats, what can we leave for the pure art students..." Fu Qiong flipped through the book and looked at the ceiling, "A senior student who graduated this year also told me that she will graduate Starting to get a five-figure monthly salary, good benefits, and a good corporate environment, it is simply the light of our oil painting department."

"What job?" Sui Zhen asked.

"The funeral home make-up artist." Fu Qiong murmured.

Sui Zhen: "..."

"Don't think this job is bad." Fu Qiong said, "Most of us will always choose life between life and interest."

"What about your interests?" Sui Zhen hugged his knees and continued to lean towards his side.

"Let's draw." Fu Qiong said, "I have loved drawing since I was a child, and I especially like reading comics, so of course I want to draw freely... Whether it is oil painting or illustration, it is best to be a freelance illustrator."

"Isn't that just eating the last meal and not having the next meal?" Sui Zhen said.

"Yes." Fu Qiong looked down at the book and turned a few pages, "So it's the 'best'."

He closed one and took another: "Most of us, don't we choose to go to work in the end... and then use our life to support our ideals? I think it's good to think about it, after all, I love money so much..."

"Money fan." Sui Zhen smiled.

"Aren't you?" Fu Qiong thought for a while, "Maybe it's because I didn't get a good name, 'rich and poor, rich and poor', I don't know if I will be rich or poor in the end."

"'rich' comes first." Sui Zhen said, "you will be rich."

"Really?" Fu Qiong laughed, "According to Mr. Zhen's auspicious words."

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感谢在2020-08-1523:22:13~2020-08-1622:07:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Ji Song 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of fried fish cakes;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!