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On cloudy days, the light in the studio is even more dim, as if pencil shavings are suspended in mid-air.

Yao Jianqi narrowed his eyes slightly, wandered around the studio for half a circle, stopped at the second tile in front of the window, and put down the mat.

He walked to the table covered with blue cloth, twirled the folds of the cloth, and moved the brown slim-necked pot as the main body a little bit. He was about to move an apple at the corner, but his hands stopped at the top two fingers.

A mouthful was missing.

The sharp-eyed classmate saw it and got busy: "Chen Zhe, are you stealing still life again?"

"??" Chen Zhe, who was squeezing the paint, could not be said to be wronged, and shouted, "Why do you always put this kind of thing on my head?"

"Who told you to eat it secretly once?" Another classmate teased, "What if you get excited and eat it a second time?"

The rest of the people laughed, only Chen Zhe was left stomping there, his face with a bit of baby fat was flushed with anger, it looked like that apple, it was because of this that everyone liked to tease him, and listened to him explaining to himself: "I'm going to Haven't had breakfast yet, I'm so hungry..."

At the right time, Jiang Cong came in, carrying a red suede certificate and a painting tube: "What are you doing, can you be a little more reserved in art?"

"The wild cat has entered the studio again." Yao Jianqi turned the apple around, so that the side that was bitten was facing down.

"Teacher, what is in your hand?" A classmate asked, "Award certificate?"

Jiang Cong shook twice: "Guess."

"Guess what, who else could it be—" Chen Zhe snatched it away.

Yao Jianqi had already moved the picture folder, and was fixing the four sides of the gouache paper with adhesive tape. After a while, he heard a very puzzled "Huh???"

Chen Zhe stared at the name on the award certificate, and a silver medal suddenly fell in front of his eyes: "Are you surprised, are you surprised?"

"Surprised." Chen Zhe said in a daze, "It shouldn't be me."

"Okay, Chen Zhe!" The rest of the students came to snatch his certificate and silver medal, and some even pinched him on the head, "From now on, you can eat the still life as you like!"

"Oh!" Chen Zhe escaped from under the claws, and looked up to see Yao Jianqi wipe the wrung wet cloth on the paper.

As if feeling his gaze, Yao Jianqi turned to him and said, "Congratulations."

"No, it's not..." After being congratulated by him, Chen Zhe was a little apprehensive, and then looked at Jiang Cong, "Teacher, is there no gold award yet?"

"Gold award?" Jiang Cong shook his hand, turned around, "I want to earn it myself."

It shouldn't be.Chen Zhe thought, Yao Jianqi also participated.

Yao Jianqi's drawing paper had already dried, but Chen Zhe was still scratching his head, it didn't look like he had won an award, but rather he had been hit by a pot.

Chen Zhe was one of Yao Jianqi's few who could talk. He was enthusiastic and naive, yet easy to get along with.

With the action of looking for paint, he got a little closer to Chen Zhe behind: "I saw your painting this time——"

Chen Zhe listened dumbly.

"Very good." Yao Jianqi smiled slightly.

Chen Zhe was stunned for a moment before realizing that he should say "thank you" or something else, but was interrupted by Jiang Cong who flashed back.

Standing in front of Yao Jianqi, Jiang Cong threw out a phrase that the head teacher said: "Come here."

"what happened?"

Yao Jianqi was still holding a paintbrush in his hand, and dipped a little ultramarine blue on his hair.

"You." Jiang Cong didn't know what to say about him, "I didn't win the prize this time, are you happy?"

"Happy." Yao Jianqi joked as he turned the paintbrush around.

"...Okay." Jiang Cong was choked up and had nothing to say, but he still wanted to say, "You also know that the proposition of a larger competition will also tend to be more traditional, and the selection will be strictly on-topic."

Yao Jianqi listened patiently.

Jiang Cong continued: "'Dinner' is actually a relatively broad topic. For you, there is actually quite a lot of room for development."

"Ah."

"But—" Jiang Cong nodded Yao Jianqi's forehead with hatred, "You're too playful."

Yao Jianqi asked, "Is there any?"

"Why not! You painted too much like a semi-finished product, and the gouache coloring area is too small, that's all?" Jiang Cong compared on his thumb, "Although I can understand it completely, the judges definitely don't Take this set, not to mention that you are still a middle school student, a student, and a group, so is a work with personality suitable, Yao Jianqi?"

"It doesn't seem appropriate." Yao Jianqi answered truthfully.

"That's right." Jiang Cong backed up, "What are you going to do?"

Yao Jianqi: "This is not an example."

"It's a deal!" She said so earnestly, but it worked a little.Jiang Cong sighed leisurely at this time, "Sometimes I think you like challenging propositions too much, and it may not be easy to take the art test in the future.

"Also, it's not always as lucky as last year."

Jiang Cong finally handed him the painting tube in his hand: "Here, I have been looking for the art gallery for a long time."

This is another half-finished work.

Last year's hastily completed "Growth" unexpectedly won an award and participated in a large-scale exhibition at the end of the year.

Yao Jianqi didn't care about it, and he didn't even go to see it, but Yao An accidentally mentioned it on Christmas Day, and he was worried about it.

I have done a lot of color practice these days, my hand was born before winter, and I squeezed the lemon yellow, medium yellow, eosin, blue, coal black... from the tin tube into the paint box one after another.

He has both painting and color in his mind, outlines, thins the paint, spreads it flat, spreads the color, the hall comes out, fills in the light and shade, footprints, swings also come out, and then light, red is extremely unstable, his wolf is not at all After soaking in water several times and wiping it on the cloth, the cloth is also beautiful.

Yao Jianqi was so engrossed in the painting that he didn't pay attention to the time. When it was finished, the setting sun hit the top through the window, which just stitched up the time on the painting.

Everyone in the classroom has left, and the key is usually placed under the fire extinguisher and locked when he leaves.

There were several new messages on the phone, Yao An asked him when he would be going home, and Yu Yanzhui said that he was "needing a debt" and was already on his way.

What I want is to threaten him not to pay the debt of demolition on Christmas Day.

The painting had to be dried and the tools hadn't been washed in time, so Yao Jianqi sent a message to Yao An, telling him not to wait for him.

Returning from the end of the corridor with a bucket in hand, Yao Jianqi saw that the light in the studio was off. Yao Jianqi continued to move forward, pushed the door, and avoided the scattered easels. After walking a few steps, a black figure emerged from his feet, grinning his tongue. , with a beam of light under his face.

Yao Jianqi walked by without noticing.

"Hey—can you save me some face?" Yu Yanzhui pinched the light pen, there was a piece of round candy embedded in the top, and he licked it up on the way.

Yao Jianqi bent down to put down his things, and shook his hands.

"Did you bring friends?" He looked towards one place.

"Huh?" Yu Yanzhui was surprised, "No, I came here by myself."

"Then why is there someone?" Yao Jianqi pointed behind him, serious but unintentional.

"...What?" Yu Yanzhui suddenly didn't dare to turn around.

"Why not." Yao Jianqi felt a little helpless, "I'm staring at you and smiling."

This trick is really childish.

But precisely because it is naive enough, it is appropriate to use it to deal with Yu Yanzhui.

Yu Yanzhui was really not well, trembling, not daring to look back.

"Where is that?" The flashlight on his face and his lips were trembling.

"Just now..." Yao Jianqi lowered his voice, properly creating a strangeness that matched the room full of plaster statues.

When the other party was not paying attention, he secretly stretched out a pen, lightly tapped on Yu Yanzhui's back and said, "Behind you."

A horrifying scream suddenly erupted from the small studio, thundering through the ears, making the whole office building tremble.

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