Today's Shura field is also very lively

In the end, Chen Qi's studio in his previous life could not be replaced with an electronic lock, because once he fixed a certain place, it was difficult to change it.

Including this abandoned studio on the sixth floor.

For two whole lives, he chose to be in this dilapidated studio.

In his previous life, he painted, if he wasn't in Yan's studio, then he would definitely be in this dilapidated studio on the sixth floor of the school.

A bell rang cheerfully throughout the campus in an instant, pulling Chen Xi out of the hazy memories of his previous life.

He raised his head, looked indifferently at the man who had been wronged and talked to him all his life, and said flatly, "Sir, you probably have the wrong person."

The young man in front of him was alienated and indifferent, as if he was restraining his dislike for him in his bones.

Yan Huan fell silent, he wanted to say something more, but seeing the young man's indifferent expression, he fell silent.

He watched the young man in the black T-shirt pack his painting tools, put on his shoulder bag, with a thin back, turned around indifferently, and left without looking back.

The summer wind blew over the shadowy branches of the camphor tree, and the empty studio smelled of damp and mixed paint, and only an old fan was slowly turning on the top of the studio.

The tall and straight man stood silently by the window, the sunlight outside the window stretched the shadow very long, spreading over the man's feet.

Yan Huan raised her head, telling herself that the young man hated her very much, but at the same time raised her foot and uncontrollably walked towards the young man's back.

The stairwell on the remote fifth floor was stale and damp. The young man went downstairs with a messenger bag and earphones. Yan Huan was silently separated from the young man by a flight of stairs.

As the stairs spiraled down section by section, Yan Huan could only see the black back of the young man.

When he reached the exit of the teaching building, the young man's footsteps paused slightly, as if he had noticed something and looked back.

Yan Huan's body froze slightly, she pursed her lips and stood there, motionless.

Fortunately, the young man just glanced back slightly, did not turn around, nor did he turn his head to say anything to him, but continued to walk forward.

Yan Huan breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, and he slowly followed the young man to the green playground.

The sun shining through the water lazily sprinkled on the green grass, and a few clouds floated close together in the blue sky.

On the stands of the green playground, a choir of girls in white dresses was singing leisurely, and the clear and soft singing was blowing into the distance like the wind.

On the green grass, a group of white pigeons fluttered leisurely, shaking down a few white wings.

The summer wind passed by, blowing the black T-shirt of the young man who walked through the green grass. The T-shirt was blown up by the wind, outlining a waist.

The soft black hair on the young man's forehead was also lifted, revealing his full forehead, and a small mole on the tip of his nose swayed gently in the sunlight.

The white dove hovered leisurely in the distance, the young man raised his hand and brushed his forehead hair, slightly raised his head to look at the fluttering white dove, squinted his eyes, and the slender and long eyelashes fell into the shallow sunlight.

Yan Huan suddenly understood why she was so attached to this young man.

He looked at the black-haired young man under the white dove, and slowly thought, it was a kind of love that he wanted to embrace.

He watched as Chen Qi lowered his head, took out a peaked cap from his messenger bag, pressed his head tightly, and walked quickly across the greenery.

Chen Qi, who was being watched, quickened his pace, and cursed at the system in his heart: "It's this group of pigeons again, flying around every day, shitting on people's heads every day."

Then when he turned his head, he saw Yan Huan froze in place.

Chen Xi stopped and turned around, looking at the man stiff in place gloating.

There was a speck of pigeon droppings on the shoulder of the man's expensive suit jacket, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

The pigeons on the lawn are specially prepared by University A for the upcoming school celebration.Even the choir that sang for a long time in the stands was to welcome the upcoming school celebration.

And since this group of pigeons came, there are no young couples sitting on the lawn, for fear of being hit by loose pigeon feces while looking at each other affectionately.

Yan Huan was a little dazed, he looked down at the pigeon droppings on his suit, a little in disbelief, then looked up at the group of pigeons hovering in the air, with an aggrieved expression on his face.

Chen Qi suddenly laughed. He lowered the brim of his hat, raised the corners of his mouth, and walked slowly.

He was afraid that if he didn't leave now, he would laugh out loud in front of Yan Huan.

The man didn't follow, probably because he was dealing with pigeon droppings on his clothes.

The cell phone in Chen Qi's pocket was vibrating, he took out the cell phone, it was Qin Heng's call.

Ever since he came back from the hospital last time, Qin Heng acted as if he had taken medicine, and the way he treated Chen Xi made Chen Xi amazed.

He had a serious discussion with the system in private, and if he had Qin Heng's means and thoughts, he wouldn't have burped so quickly in his previous life.

Maybe you can still complete the mission of the Raiders.

Chen Qi answered the phone, and Qin Heng on the other end of the phone told him with great interest that there was an art exhibition in a certain place recently, and wanted to find a time for him to go together.

Chen Qi agreed, and with a smile in his eyes, he listened to the man on the other end of the phone telling him which paintings by famous painters were on display in this art exhibition.

It was Qin Heng who memorized the names bit by bit, and even remembered the names of the paintings on display clearly.

Because pigeon feces were really difficult to handle, Yan Huan simply took off his suit jacket and held it in his hand. He looked up and saw the young man in front of him talking on the phone with a smile in his eyes.

It was something he had never seen before.

The young man's brows stretched out, with a smile in his eyes, like a frozen lake in winter, soft and quiet.

Yan Huan didn't know who the young man was calling, but vaguely saw the young man's mouth shape, and there was the word "senior".

Yan Huan's eyes dimmed, he thought, he is not the only one beside the young man.

It's like he's not the only crow trying to take away the gem.

But he couldn't even bear Chen Qi painting quietly beside others.

He thought, if the young man was beside him, someone else would look at the young man, enjoy the young man's smile, and feel unbearable jealousy.

Love breeds above all an irrepressible possessiveness.

Yan Huan thought, he probably didn't love Zhou Lu.

It is the youthful pursuit of pure, beautiful and clean things.

Suddenly, Yan Huan raised his head slowly, and he looked at Chen Qi who was talking on the phone in the distance with a smile in his eyes.

He thought helplessly, why did he fall in love with someone he had only met a few times?

Xia Feng brushed the young man's hair, Yan Huan's fingertips moved subconsciously, wanting to fasten the loose hair on the young man's forehead.

Then sighed in the bottom of my heart: Forget it, just let your heart beat.

After all, his eyes softened, and he felt a little helpless, even if the pigeon shit was pulled on his head, he still felt nothing.

I still want to continue to follow behind the youth.

Don't forget the messy forehead hair for the youth.