canary her crush come true

In December, on the rooftop of City A Art High School.

The winter in the northern country is not gentle, especially for art students.

The clouds in the distance envelop the sun, and the clouds and mists are changeable at noon. They gather and disperse, envelop the sun, gather, and pour down again, but they can't pierce the faint grayness.

The girl is holding a drawing board, wearing a gray padded jacket up to her calves, wearing half gloves on her hands, holding a paintbrush with her slender fingers, and looking intently at the spire opposite.

A head of chestnut soft long curly hair quietly draped behind her head, her whole face is small and delicate, her slender and thick eyelashes are covered with a layer of mist, the tip of her small nose is slightly raised, her eyes are carefully looking at the drawing board and the distant view Moving in the air, it seemed to be covered in mist, with a thin layer of mist.

As time goes by, the clouds move farther and farther away, Yi Xiaoan seems to be chasing something, the movements of his hands speed up, trying to outline the lines that should be as delicate as possible, but even though the movements speed up, the eyes never lose that feeling A tough and elegant.

Until the phone vibrates in the pocket.

After three strokes in a row, there was no more movement. When the third stroke stopped, the paintbrush in Yi Xiaoan's hand was tilted, and he almost made a small stroke.

She put down the paintbrush carefully, her right hand was a little stiff, Yi Xiaoan couldn't care so much, and took out the phone from her pocket with trembling fingertips, the WeChat screen directly displayed

[There are 1 new messages from 3 contact].

Yi Xiaoan took a deep breath, unlocked the phone screen almost nervously, and three messages came one after another——

[Xiaoan, Mr. Shu has decided, we will go to China in a day or two. 】

[Mr. Shu said that you are busy studying in the third year of high school, and told you not to pick us up. 】

[No need to reply, see you in China. 】

It was Shu Yan's assistant, Sister Huang, who sent the message. She has a characteristic of sending messages, she always keeps the message within three sentences, so when Yi Xiao'an felt three vibrations, this idea suddenly popped up.

She was standing on the roof with her mobile phone, and a gust of wind blew her hair flying around her forehead. Yi Xiaoan's heart suddenly beat faster as she looked at the three-sentence chat log.

She opened the top chat dialog——

The position at the top means that her news can always be seen at the first time, but if not, she can also be seen at the first time.

Yi Xiaoan clicked on the "sister" chat box, and the last conversation was still when Shu Yan wished her a happy birthday—sincere, generous, and simple.

It was so simple that Yi Xiaoan could recall those words verbatim.

After staring at the unupdated chat history for a while, Yi Xiaoan clicked on Shu Yan's profile picture.

On the screen, a woman is wearing a V-neck straight-shoulder suit skirt. The black waist design outlines the perfect waistline. She is carrying a delicate brown-red patent leather bag. She is about to walk out of a door. The white door and the woman The black clothes are in contrast, and there are some blurred shadows. She doesn't show her face, but it's enough to see the temperament of Yujie.

This photo was taken by Yi Xiaoan.

That day she wanted to take a picture of her back, but Shu Yan who just turned back saw her. She raised her eyebrows and asked her what she was taking pictures of.

Yi Xiao'an was incapable of lying in front of Shu Yan, she smiled a little guiltyly, and showed her the phone, saying that she wanted to capture a drawing material.

Shu Yan nodded after looking at it for a long time.

Yi Xiao'an suddenly wanted to be bolder, and for a moment, almost bluntly asked her if she wanted to save this photo.

Maybe it was infected by her childishness, and it seemed that she didn't want to spoil the little girl's face, Shu Yan didn't say anything, and directly changed her WeChat avatar to this photo in front of her.

Regardless of the reason, in short, this photo was taken by her.

Yi Xiaoan looked at the profile picture for a while, and remembered what Sister Huang said just now. She saw a circle of friends of Sister Huang before. They may return home early.

From the third year of starting a business, Shu Yan took a studio person to the United States, and she simply came back a few times a year, and most of them were on business trips. This time, she came back suddenly, which is likely to be encountered by the branch studio in China. matter.

Sister Huang didn't say anything, and Yi Xiao'an didn't know how long she would stay this time, but it was obvious that it would be longer than any previous time.

Thinking of what Sister Huang said would arrive within a day or two, Yi Xiaoan's heart beat faster, and the sky at noon always changed from dark to bright suddenly, obviously it was no longer suitable to continue painting at this moment.

Yi Xiaoan sped up his movements, put away the painting tools and half of the unfinished works in an orderly manner, and walked towards the classroom at a faster pace while holding the drawing board.

The professional class in the afternoon didn't start until five o'clock, and now students have come to the class one after another to prepare for practice in advance.Just as Yi Xiaoan was about to enter the door, he collided with a girl, and the bag that was straddling him fell to the ground, and the drawing board in his arms was tilted.

Yi Xiao'an ignored the bag on the ground, hurriedly straightened the drawing board, and carefully checked whether the painting was damaged.

Before she said anything, the girl who bumped into her started to panic first, and kept apologizing while picking it up. Seeing that Yi Xiaoan didn't talk to her, she became even more flustered.

Before Yi Xiao'an could speak, a few girls who didn't wear padded clothes came in one by one from the back door.Seeing the excitement ahead, one of them immediately walked over with his head held high: "Damn, what's going on, Wang Lingling?"

The girl who bumped into Yi Xiaoan blushed, "I accidentally bumped into Xiaoan's bag just now, and it spilled over."

There are several tubes of paint falling on the ground, and the paint tray on the ground.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Wang Lingling, who do you think it's not good for you to bump into? Missy, don't you know what kind of paint Missy uses? Just sprinkle these on the ground, and prepare for the living expenses next month."

The girl behind her also teased: "That's right, your behavior is blasphemy. Be careful that the artist will sue you."

The noise became louder and louder, almost everyone in the class gathered around, but Yi Xiaoan turned a deaf ear to it, opened the padded jacket and squatted down, picked up the paint with the girl and put it back in the bag.

"It has nothing to do with you." Yi Xiaoan told her briefly after standing up.

That girl was still stubborn, and wanted to take the bag from her, and said, "Xiao'an's bag is dirty inside, I'll wash it for you before I give it to you..."

Before she finished speaking, Yi Xiaoan pulled the bag back calmly and forcefully: "I said no."

When Yi Xiaoan took the schoolbag back, Wang Lingling didn't use any strength at all, but when Yi Xiaoan pulled it, she staggered backwards.

"If you don't need it, what's your attitude?" The girl who spoke before seemed to have grasped the handle, and immediately raised her head.

"That's right, they are all classmates, and they put on airs for whoever they are all day long..."

"Have you said enough?" Without waiting for the two to press any further, Yi Xiao'an raised his head and looked directly at Jiang Lin.

Her tone was very cold, and when her eyes fell on the other party, there was a bit of chill.Coupled with the advantage of height, the surroundings instantly quieted down as soon as the words fell.

"No, is it enough to say anything?"

"Does it have something to do with you?" Yi Xiaoan's tone became even colder.

When Jiang Lin was stared at by her like this, she was frightened for no reason, choked on what she wanted to say, and before she could speak again, the class leader Yang Ming just walked in: "Hey, the small meeting is so lively?"

Seeing Yi Xiaoan standing on one side and Jiang Lin and the others standing on the other, Yang Ming probably knew what was going on, so he helped smooth things over and said:

"Come and come, don't get together, I have a new inspiration recently, come and take a look, all fairies."

Yang Ming is a boy, he is tall, and he is not ugly. The atmosphere eased when he spoke. Yang Ming came in and said, "By the way, Xiao'an, Mr. Zhuang wants you to come over now."

Yi Xiaoan nodded, put the bag on his shoulders, and walked out without looking back.

As soon as Yi Xiaoan left, the atmosphere suddenly became less tense than before.Jiang Lin just lost face and rolled her eyes fiercely:

"A transfer student, how awesome is he? Having won two awards, he really considers himself an artist."

"That's right, whoever can go to the high school of arts doesn't have much money at home." Lu Jiating echoed.

Wang Lingling, who just bumped into Yi Xiaoan, whispered, "When I spilled those paints just now, I was really scared... It's good that Xiaoan didn't pursue it..."

Jiang Lin glared at her directly: "Why are you still talking for her? Seeing that she has money, you can't wait to make friends?"

"Okay, Jiang Lin, at least I graduated in one year, so don't always target Xiao'an." Yang Ming said.

"Am I targeting her? Damn, Yang Ming, ask the class, how many people say she is good except for those who don't care about the class as a whole?"

City A Art High School is the most famous aristocratic art high school in the city. Yi Xiaoan and the others are in the experimental class. Most of those who can enter this class come from families with good conditions, or have a certain talent for painting.

Before Yi Xiaoan transferred, Jiang Lin had always been known as a "goddess and school belle". After Yi Xiaoan came, in terms of talent, strength, appearance, and family background, Jiang Lin had nothing to compare with.

If it is said that some people are born to be fed by God, then Yi Xiaoan is undoubtedly chased and fed by God with a basin.

While chasing him, he asked, "Is that enough, kid?"

Of course Yang Ming knew the little thoughts behind his peers, so he didn't talk to Jiang Linduo anymore, and went directly to his seat, took the palette and went to the bathroom to wash.

When he came out again, Wang Lingling had just come out of the women's toilet.

Seeing her carrying a big bucket of water, Yang Ming stretched out his hand directly: "Come on, I'll help you."

Wang Lingling pursed her lips, as if she was a little embarrassed, but finally thanked Yang Ming and asked Yang Ming to take the bucket.

As the two walked, Wang Lingling said, "I was really scared to death just now. The things Xiaoan uses are well-known in our grades. We dare not get close to her. In fact, most of the reason is that we are afraid of hurting her. Something broke."

Yang Ming nodded, Yi Xiaoan's paint easels are all top-notch:

"However, I think Xiao'an just doesn't like to talk, she looks a bit cold, but she won't bully others."

Wang Lingling paused, and followed with some bitterness: "That's true, it's not her fault that she has money."

Wang Lingling is the person in the class who needs a bursary. Yang Ming no longer wants to linger on this topic. When he fast-forwarded to class, Wang Lingling took the initiative to take over the bucket. The two lowered their heads, and Wang Lingling asked casually:

"By the way, monitor, do you know something about Xiao'an's family?"

"What's the matter?" Yang Ming frowned.

"It seems that it was the same in the previous high school. Her parents never came to hold a parent-teacher meeting for her?"

Yang Ming is the class monitor, so of course he has noticed this matter: "It seems to be, what's wrong?"

"Also, have you noticed that although Xiao'an is well dressed, she basically goes to the cheapest cafeteria for her meals every day?"

Yang Ming frowned again: "I didn't pay much attention to you girls, is there any problem?"

Wang Lingling looked at Yang Ming, as if he had some secret, but also hesitant to say it. After waiting for a while, he finally said: "I heard something from some classmates before, and I don't know if it's true..."

"what's up?"

"I heard from them that Xiao An seems to be... being taken care of by someone?"

The author has something to say:

haven't seen you for a long time.

Opening a new article, it is a style that has never been tried before. It is a bit slow and difficult to write, but I always believe that it will be better if you keep writing.The overall style of this article may be close to "beautiful and delicate", I hope you like it.

Each book witnesses the growth and relationship of several protagonists, and this book still hopes that we can walk together!