be late

She stood up, didn't sleep, lowered her head, and kissed Shu Yubai's forehead, then between the eyebrows, collarbone, all the way down, the kiss fell gently, scratching her heart like a feather.

The kiss stopped on the chest.

The girl buried her head in the softness and did not move.

"..."

At night, a little light from outside the window sills came in, and the soft thorns were cold, illuminating the girl's fair and clean forehead, and her thick eyelashes curled up, as if filled with moonlight.

"Nan Xue."

Shu Yubai called her.

There was no response, and the breathing was even and long.

she fell asleep?

Shu Yubai didn't move, she lowered her head in the quiet night, stunned for a while, her slightly cold fingertips touched her bare shoulders, it was slippery and somewhat cool.

She pulled up a little quilt on Nan Xue's shoulders, covered her tightly, quietly wrapped her around her, and closed her eyes.

The weight on the chest is not heavy.

Nan Xue's arm hooked Shu Yubai's waist, and they were very close.

Shu Yubai was lying on his side slightly, the skin on his chest rose and fell gently, the girl's breath was warm and moving, and it spread out one after another, carrying a little warm moisture.

Her heartbeat instantly became uncontrollable.

Nan Xue pushed her gently, as if she couldn't breathe, she drilled up a little more, frowned, took a breath, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Her jet-black hair was wet with fine sweat, and pressed against her snow-white cheek.

At night, the surroundings are quiet, there is a trace of white marks on the sky outside the window, but the night sky is pitch black.The dots of lights are still on, this is a city that never sleeps.The people in the room gradually fell asleep.

Day two.

Nan Xue fell into a deep sleep, drunk, and did not wake up easily.

Shu Yubai got up on his own, washed and dressed, and went out.

The competition was held in a private academy.

The academy is quite large. Once you enter the door, a Japanese painting is hung on the high wooden platform. Under the painting, a few plums, brown withered lotus pods, and dried thatch are inserted obliquely in a high porcelain vase with a thin mouth.

Bamboo curtains are hung on the glass door of the lobby, and a row of thin bamboos are planted outside, reflecting the situation in the studio.

Shu Yubai walked in, and there were short square wooden tables neatly arranged inside. The wooden floor was very warm, and he had to take off his shoes when he entered the room.

There were about thirty people in this group. Shu Yubai took off her shoes at the door, and the staff on the other side helped her put them into the cabinet, took away her mortar and locked them in the small cabinet.

You Fu is in another group, not in the same studio as her, but with her brother and uncle.

"Are you nervous?"

The senior brother looked at her.

Shu Yubai shook his head, then nodded again: "It was nothing at first, but now I seem to be a little nervous, brother?"

The senior brother smiled and said nothing.

On the other side, Bei Zhen came over and saw Shu Yubai standing there with a somewhat indifferent expression.

"What's your number?"

Bei Zhen asked, "I'm in this room too."

Shu Yubai picked up the small sign issued by the staff and read it, number 12.

She turned it over, showed it to Bei Zhen, took it back, and hung it around her neck again: "What about you, what's your number?"

"number 7."

Bejen showed her her sign.

Fortunately, the number is not close.

Shu Yubai tried his best to avoid her.

In the past, the painting styles of the two of them were very similar, more elegant and retro, good at detailed description, using very light colors, with a bit of translucence, just like the light paintings painted on porcelain.

Therefore, it is often compared.

What is the result of the comparison?

Those who love to flatter, say Bei Zhen is good;

There are also people who honestly say that Shu Yubai's paintings are better, which is not at the same level as "relying on money from parents to stuff in".

Pujen herself believed the flattery, convinced it.

But every time he participates in a large-scale exhibition, Shu Yubai is always the winner of the exhibition.

It seems that when it comes to the authoritative judges, Bei Zhen's paintings are always out of the eyes of the judges.

As a result, Bei Zhen found her particularly unpleasant.

The staff signaled them to go in, and several of them found their seats one by one, sat in, and the air became quiet for a moment.

Shu Yubai found his seat, the second row, the second row.

She sat down cross-legged, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Bei Zhen sitting next to her—there were five people sitting in a row, and according to that row, she did happen to be sitting next to her.

Sighing softly in her heart, she looked away.

1 minutes to go.

"How is your hand?"

Beizhen looked at her with her chin up, with casual sarcasm in her tone: "Can you hold a pen?"

"It's almost ready."

Shu Yubai bowed his head, arranging the brushes and paints on one side, while thinking about the painting for a while.

The paper here is all the same size.

Therefore, you can only draw small ones, not large ones.

Bei Zhen snorted and sat up straight.

Ever since Shu Yubai disappeared from various exhibitions because of the pain in her hand, she never paid attention to him at all.

——If there is no work for a long time, no matter how good a painter is, it will be useless.

What's more, Shu Yubai is just a fledgling.

A middle-aged man with white hair came outside. He stood on the stage and glanced at his watch. It was time.He turned on the projection, and there was a line of small Japanese poems on the white screen, with English accompanying it.

Snowfield Shame

雪の朝二の字二の字の下駄のあと

Translated into Chinese, roughly:

It snowed last night,

In the early morning, the word "two" is printed,

Who left the shoe marks?

Shu Yu's eyes were downcast, and his red lips were slightly curved. The artistic conception of this poem is very similar to that of Jing He Ma Tomb Pan.

The middle-aged man on the stage bowed his head, chanting the rules, ⒁ 饭, Rui Shu Yubai listened, and leaned over to fetch the painting materials he needed from the ground.

Paper can be self-collected.

The pen and the gap between the sharp and the bad

She first made a rough draft with a pencil, and picked up the painting materials she needed from one side.

The tip of the pen is stained with light ink, and on the drawing paper, the mountains are water-colored, and it fades away, from thick to light, there is a small pavilion at the foot of the mountain, and a maid in light gauze stands on the road, surrounded by blooming plum blossoms, on the trunk, Dotted with chapped white snow, balls and balls.

The maid's clothes were raised, and the wooden clogs stepped on a thin layer of crushed snow.

Looking into the distance, looking sad.

In fact, the things painted in the competition seldom have any innovations. In a short period of time, what is tested is the foundation of the painter. What is the foundation, the painting is what it is, and there is no possibility of winning by chance.

Shu Yubai is used to drawing pictures of ladies.

After reading this poem, I took up my brush and drew this picture.

When she finishes drawing, she takes a look at Bejen

He actually bumped into her.

It feels a little subtle.

She also drew a similar picture of a lady, but the scene was different. Hers was a maid in a courtyard, with withered phoenix trees and shadows of the moon, which had the flavor of "deep courtyard locked in autumn".

Bei Zhen's artistic conception is good, but her foundation is really bad. She probably liked to be lazy when preparing for the exam, and didn't like to practice basic skills.She is kept by someone, and it doesn't matter what she paints, just for fun, she can go to any art academy she should go to.

Including the private exhibition later, it was all with the help of my parents.

Bei Zhen quietly glanced at her painting from the corner of her eye, a little surprised:

Actually... not bad?

It seems that it's not only good, it's just... She tried hard to suppress the sour thoughts in her heart.

After Shu Yubai finished his drawing, he stood up neatly, handed in his drawing, and became the first contestant to go out

She painted relaxedly, and didn't think about anything else, she just came to see the world.

As she was leaving, many people who scratched their heads looked up and looked at her with respect.Shu Yubai's footsteps paused slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the stunned senior brother, who was lying there, and only drew a corner of a picture.

Shu Yubai smiled, left without saying anything.

The competition started at nine o'clock in the morning, and everyone needed different time. It happened to be noon when Shu Yubai finished painting.

She entered the hotel, went upstairs, opened the door of the room with the key card, there was the sound of rushing water, and then a voice from the sink: "Sister?"

Nan Xue came out with a towel in her hands, just after washing her face, she wiped off the water on her face with a small wet handkerchief.

At noon, everything was silent, and there were only the two of them inside, looking at each other, the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

He recalled what happened last night at the same time.

Shu Yubai thought to herself, does she still remember what she did last night?

She quietly looked at Nan Xue's expression, her dark eyes were still indifferent, but her earlobes were slightly red.

last night

A certain person kissed and hugged her, and graciously invited her to have a couple's bath together. He tried his best to seduce her, and finally went to bed, but he was still restless and touched everywhere.

Nan Xue's thin figure leaned halfway in front of the door, her thin eyelids drooped and blinked uneasily.

She was still only wearing a loose bathrobe, she looked a little thin, her straight long legs were smooth and beautiful, her knees were a little blue, it was scratched last night, and there was a slight smell of medicine.

Nan Xue's red lips opened and closed silently, she didn't know what to say, she clenched her fingertips nervously, she lowered her head, avoiding looking at each other, her thin white collarbone was covered with black and wet shiny hair.

When Shu Yubai saw her nervous appearance, he was not nervous anymore.

She put her bag on the sofa, sat down, looked at the man, and said, "Come here."

Nan Xue glanced at her and coughed lightly.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

Shu Yubai looked at her, his red lips curved.

She sat relaxed on the sofa, propped her chin with one hand, and looked at Nan Xue with her head tilted.

The woman's black hair hung down her slender waist, and she was only wearing a light v-neck sweater. The collarbone and a piece of soft white exuded a warm breath.

Nan Xuexue's snow-white cheeks were flushed slightly hot.

She moved slowly step by step.

Shu Yubai asked slowly: "Do you still remember how you fell asleep last night?"

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