Ten years in love with GL

! "Liu Jing is tall and has long legs. She slid several meters away. She was unwilling to be outdone. Every time she was about to catch her, the people in front threw her several meters away. Gradually, more and more people slid into the lake. She just He didn't know how to turn at all, and finally bumped into a man wearing orange-yellow thick duck down. Liu Jing quickly slipped back, and the man was delighted to see Jiang Yan, and said, "Teacher, why did you bump into me again?" teacher? "

Isn't this Wen Zhao?Liu Jing hurriedly asked her, are you okay?Wen Zhao glanced at him and asked Jiang Yanling, "Your boyfriend?"

Jiang Yanling said: "No, my classmate next door." Liu Jing said: "Do you know each other?"

She said, "She is the teacher of my painting class." Wen Zhao patted the icicles on his body, and said, "That's how we got together when we first met."

Liu Jing smiled and said, "That's a coincidence." Jiang Yanling said, "Mr. Wen, are you here to ski alone?"

Wen Zhao said: "I came with a few graduate students from the Academy of Fine Arts...Hey! Look here! This is my student! Little beauty!"

Wen Zhao suddenly yelled at a group of people behind him. A large group of men and women turned their heads to greet Jiang Yanling. Jiang Yanling, who was red, blue and blue, couldn't recognize who was who. She said to Wen Zhao, "Then I won't bother you. See you again, Teacher Wen." She slid out with Liu Jing, not noticing that someone was following behind her.Wen Zhao returned to the team, saw a person in a daze, and asked her: "Have you been back for a long time? Are you not used to the country?"

She rubbed her hands and said, "It's nothing, hey, how did you and that student meet?"

Wen Zhao said: "I bumped into it while skating before, and then joined my painting class." She was thoughtful, and Wen Zhao said: "Nowadays young people are healthy when they fall in love. No singing, playing the piano, or watching movies.”

The man didn't speak, and both of them were embarrassed for a while, Wen Zhao said: "Let's go, if you don't move, your body will freeze hard."

She followed the crowd and did not forget to look back at the direction Liu Jing and the two left.

Jiang Yanling and Liu Jing returned to the large army, and the large army was playing snowball fights on the ice. The Feng family saw them coming in and said, "There are two more girls in the camp! Liu Jing has rebelled! Liu Jing has rebelled!"

The boy over there shouted: "Brother Jing! If you are a man, come back!"

The girls shouted in unison: "Liu Jing has betrayed! Brother Jing, come here!!!"

Jiang Yanling also booed, and Liu Jing smiled and slid to the bank and squeezed a few snowballs, specially for the girls as a reserve army, which immediately attracted more violent attacks from the boys on the opposite side.The boys on the opposite side didn't follow suit, and the girl's attack power became more and more fierce. They simply went straight to Huanglong and wiped out the enemy's arsenal in one fell swoop.

Everyone hid while laughing, Jiang Yanling shrank to the lakeside to watch them make trouble, and was happy to sneak away by himself.

In June, the school gave senior one and senior two students two days off because of the college entrance examination. Jiang Yanling was preparing to enter the third grade, and he was still doing nothing on weekdays, focusing on having fun.

Jiang Yanling went to the painting class on her open-toed sandals, with a plastic flower on them, wearing navy blue slacks with cuffs and a sleeveless white suspenders. The Feng family said that when they saw her pants, they thought of Huangtu Gaopo.

When she walked into the first floor of an old residential building, she would feel the turbid air blowing towards her face.The classroom where the class is held is under a big tree, and fallen leaves and flowers often fall into it.

Wen Zhao was already painting inside, Jiang Yanling leaned over to look, it was the back of a woman, she was sitting by the lake, with long hair fluttering and a good figure.

Jiang Yanling asked her: "What are you painting?"

Wen Zhao said, "A woman." Jiang Yanling jumped onto the windowsill and sat down. Wen Zhao frowned and said, "You are blocking my light." Jiang Yanling said, "You have delayed my class." Wen Zhao threw the brush into the bucket , The water droplets that gradually came out fell on her gray trouser legs.The clothes and pants of art students have traces of toner or oil paint all the year round, and Wen Zhao's hands are colorful.

A residual flower floated in from outside the window and landed on top of Wen Zhao's head. Jiang Yanling reached out to help her pat it off. Wen Zhao tilted his head at this time, and Jiang Yanling happened to hit him squarely.

Wen Zhao turned around and said, "Are you worthy of hitting me?" Jiang Yanling said innocently, "I didn't intend to hit you. I'll help you shoot flowers. Well, it's on your head."

Wen Zhao was gloomy, and Jiang Yanling poked her: "Mr. Wen, are you in a bad mood? Are you broken in love? Or did you fail at the end of the semester?"

Wen Zhao picked up the paintbrush in the bucket and said, "Go back, there is no class today."

Jiang Yanling jumped down and said, "Success."

I went to class again because it was a special day and the school was on holiday.Jiang Yanling had nowhere to play, and went to painting class again with sandals on. Sitting on a hard bench for two or three hours had become the norm for relaxation. Sometimes she fell asleep, and Wen Zhao didn't scold her.

In the past two years, the number of times she took serious classes was very small, and most of them were a waste of time.After studying for a year and learning intermediate courses, I finally went from geometric three-dimensional sketching to still life coloring. I was painting apples. During a break, Jiang Yanling ate it. Bananas are also grapes. Wen Zhao went out for a walk and came back. There are only seven or eight bunches of grapes on the table, and almost all fruits are not spared. Wen Zhao said that her eyesight has no three-dimensional sense, and she cannot feel the difference between shadows and still life. fall.

In order to save her trompe l'oeil, Wen Zhao taught two-dimensional stick figures for a few lessons, and the class stalled.

Jiang Yanling was noncommittal, it meant the same thing to her ears, she had no talent for painting.Later, Wen Zhaojian took a different approach. In order to make her look like she had learned something, she split the world-famous paintings into several color blocks, and specially taught her to color and paint. Just like a child playing house, she finally learned a little bit in half a year. This world famous painting was framed in the living room by her as a treasure.

But just because class is boring doesn't mean she doesn't like class.

As soon as she entered the classroom today, Wen Zhao turned off the lights inside and said, "Go out, and take you out for a walk."

Jiang Yanling said, "No more classes?"

Wen Zhao said: "You have eaten up all the teaching tools, change your mind today." She got into Wen Zhao's car and went straight to the gate of a university.Jiang Yanling said, "Why did you bring me here?"

Wen Zhao said, "Let's relax."

Jiang Yanling said: "I'm not sad, why worry?"

Wen Zhao said, "Take my mind off."

Her Wen teacher has been struggling with something for several weeks?Could it be that the graduation project failed and was made things difficult by the teacher?

She parked the car next to a teaching building, and when they got out of the car, three or five students looked here.The university is about to be on vacation, and there are students reading books and preparing for the end of the semester everywhere by the lake. Wen Zhao rushed into the teaching building, and Jiang Yanling disappeared as soon as she turned around. She doesn't know anyone here, where can she find it?

It was too hot outside, so Jiang Yanling entered the teaching building. Although he rang the bell for the end of get out of class, there were still three or two classrooms where no one was released.She bumped into a few students who left early and crawled out from the back door of the classroom.

The higher the floor, the more secluded it becomes.A row of art classrooms used to have a strong artistic atmosphere.The walls were colorfully painted with oil paint on the left and right, and the signs of the safety exits were also changed by the art students.

The glass windows on the top floor of this small European-style building are all pointed, with wrought iron carvings on the windows, filled with transparent color blocks, like the religious glass of a Christian church, making the entire corridor mysterious.Jiang Yanling was a little timid, but whenever there was a noise in a classroom, she would immediately consider whether to leave or stay.

Several studios were empty, with disorganized easels, dusty floors, and rows of plaster heads lining the windowsills.Walking to a studio equipped with a large table, she thought of what happened to the slipper man, and walked in unconsciously.

There was a woman sitting inside drawing a picture. The position by the window happened to be in direct sunlight at this time, and that person was glowing with holy light.Jiang Yanling walked over on tiptoe to see what she was drawing, oh, it was a girl with a blue headscarf, or a profile face.

The wind picked up, and the drawing paper in the room rustled. The woman bent down to wash her pens in the bucket at her feet, and saw feet wearing sandals on the ground.She called out a name and said, "Why are you wearing such childish shoes?" Jiang Yanling said, "What did you say?"

The painting woman raised her head, Jiang Yanling lowered her head, their eyes met, Jiang Yanling faced her face, suddenly speechless.

The woman didn't hold the pen firmly, leaving long water marks on the drawing paper, the colors blurred, the brush fell to the ground, and rolled twice.

Jiang Yanling said: "My shoes...too childish?"

She didn't speak, just looked at her silently.

Jiang Yanling continued: "I bought it with my friend. Hers is pink, which is more childish."

She smacked her mouth and said in a dull voice: "...No...You look good in your clothes...Why are the backs of your feet dirty?"

Jiang Yanling said: "I went to the classroom next to it, and there was too much dust." She smiled beautifully, and said, "We never wear bare shoes when we enter the studio, otherwise our nails will be black."

Jiang Yanling retreated and said, "I'm bothering you to draw, you can continue, I'll watch." She jumped onto the big table next to her and leaned back.

In the past two years, this is the closest distance between them. It is no longer half a world away, but only two steps away.

One step, two steps, she can come to her side.

Chapter 33

Before Jiang Yanling could react, Dong Qing had already pulled her closer and kissed her lips.

Jiang Yanling couldn't move for a moment, a numbness spread from the place where the two lips overlapped, and quickly spread to the whole body, from the penis to the little finger were twitching.It was as if fireworks had exploded in her chest, and she had nothing to think about but sparks all over the sky.

The two separated, Dong Qing held her face in his hands, cherishing it like a treasure, carefully brushed her face with the tip of his nose, and kissed her lips deeply again.

...hot...and soft...

The tip of her tongue kept going deeper and deeper, sweeping across any part of Jiang Yanling's mouth, attacking and capturing every city of hers, more intense than ever before.

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