They say I have a husband

This year's Chinese New Year is not as lively as last year. Only the four members of the Ou family and the three members of the Li family gathered together. Li Yue'er also asked about Ou Heng's body after dinner. The year is not like a new year.

Li Yue'er drove Ou Heng and Li Junyu back to the room early, and Ou Heng had no choice but to sleep.

When the consciousness was fuzzy, "Guoguo, next year's Chinese New Year must be lively, I will protect myself, you control me..." There was no sound at the end.

Ou Heng lay in Li Junyu's arms, very well-behaved, Li Junyu looked at Ou Heng's face, patted Ou Heng's back lightly, and listened to Ou Heng's words, only felt his eyes were hot.

A sick child is sensitive and precocious since he was a child. He is afraid of hurting adults because of himself. He prefers to bear everything by himself instead of implicating the whole family because of him.

After recuperating for another half a year, Ou Heng went to the school to register for the start of school on September [-]st, and then went to the school to pick up the books. There were not many people in the classroom. The art and sports students had already gone out for training. Only the cultural students were left in the classroom. More than half of Tisheng left, but the rest of them were very excited to see Ou Heng.

They asked each other about their health, although it had been more than half a year, but they did not forget this lovely boy, and Ou Heng answered their questions one by one before leaving.

Ou Heng is equivalent to taking a year off from school. When Ou Heng went to school again, he was already a third-year student. Although you are only in the last semester of your third year, your studies are much more pressing.

It's autumn again, and autumn always makes people think of bad things. After all, besides the harvest, it is also the starting point of desolation.

"Ou Heng, have you found a studio yet?" Li Chenghao was cleaning and asked when he saw Ou Heng and Xu Wen coming in.

"I found a school near the school." Ou Heng nodded. Although he has his own teacher, the entrance exam cannot be avoided. In this way, he must learn the style required for the entrance examination. Otherwise, it is useless. After all, the entrance examination If you can't pass it, let alone the school exam, you have no chance at all.

"Are you still coming to class?"

"Take it as relaxation. Drawing all the time will make people tired." Ou Heng put down his schoolbag and looked at Li Chenghao, "Let me help you, monitor."

"No need, read a book for a while, I'll be fine here soon, so don't touch your hands, trouble." Li Chenghao waved his hand to prevent Ou Heng from getting up.

"Let me tell you about the recent situation of our class. The math teacher has been replaced by a Miejue teacher, and the political teacher is also in menopause. Every day, we are asked to copy the political answers... Is the answer copied by someone?!" Li Chenghao asked Constipation on the face, political answers, a whole A4 paper for a big question, and my hands are useless.

"Really? What about the Chinese teacher?"

"Teacher Tan is fine, it's the same as before, hey, who's talking..." said.

Li Chenghao saw that Xu Wen and Ou Heng both lowered their heads, and did not dare to look at him. He saw the shadow on the ground, turned around stiffly, and standing behind him was Teacher Tan...

Li Chenghao: ………

Is it really okay to be so disrespectful?Please let him petrify in situ, the wind blows into sand, thank you! ! !

"Li Chenghao went back to his seat to read, and came to my office after morning self-study." Teacher Tan didn't say much, and then walked to Ou Heng's side.

"Ou Heng, aren't you going to the studio?" Li Lin and He Rao had already left and went to the studio early, the way the soles of their feet were being oiled made it look like she had abused them.

"go in evening."

"Then pay attention to safety on the way back and forth."

"Well, I know." Ou Heng nodded, "Thank you teacher for your concern." Ou Heng showed his big white teeth.

"Yes." Teacher Tan nodded, and returned to the office with his book.

After listening to the class in the classroom all morning, for Ou Heng who has been teaching one-on-one for a long time, it was a bit boring, and he was also a little bit tied up, very uncomfortable.

The content of the class is not much different from that of the tutor, and it doesn't sound too difficult, but Ou Heng thinks it is a bit simple.

After taking a nap, Ou Heng went to the studio with his schoolbag on his back. The things in the studio have been prepared, so Ou Heng can just go directly.

The things prepared in the studio are very simple, everything is prepared for the entrance exam, Ou Heng has never asked for things that are not commonly used, as long as they can be used.

It takes about 10 minutes to go to the studio, which is still a slow pace, and it only takes a few minutes to go a little faster. The studio is in a three-story villa-like house, and there are many people painting inside.

They were all about the same age as Ou Heng, and some of them were very old, in their twenties, while they were drawing their own paintings, and occasionally changing them for others.

These are all repeated studies for many years. In order to enter the Academy of Fine Arts, the studio taught them on the one hand, and on the other hand let them work as teaching assistants, gave them a certain amount of living expenses, and reduced their tuition fees.

After all, painting is a very expensive thing. Paint, paper and pen cost money, so this policy is very friendly to repeat students.

"Student, do you want to learn painting? Come to visit or find someone?" As soon as Ou Heng appeared at the door, a teacher who was patrolling found him.

"I'm new here, and my things have already been brought here." Ou Heng looked at the bearded teacher, well, this teacher is very rough and uninhibited.

"Oh——" the teacher said for a long time before remembering. "You are Ou Heng, right?"

"En." Ou Heng nodded.

"Let's go, where is your position? Your family said that you used to have a teacher, and your sketches from elementary school should be very good. Have you ever painted gouache?" The teacher led Ou Heng to his position, and then asked Ou Heng some questions .

"I have touched it before, but now I seldom draw it."

"Then let me see how your sketching skills are, and then look at the colors."

"Yeah. Okay, what are you drawing?" Ou Heng put down his schoolbag, and quickly pasted up the paper.

"That model over there." Teacher Rough pointed to the model in the direction of Ou Heng and said, a young woman.

"Okay." Ou Heng nodded, his side was exactly three-quarters profile, so there was no need to move his position.

Ou Heng starts directly from the eyes, which is Ou Heng's habit, because when he draws Li Junyu, the eyes are the most expressive, as if he just cut out the eyes and pasted them on.

Because he was eager to catch his eyes, Ou Heng developed such a habit. Why, because Ou Heng felt that every time Li Junyu looked at him, he was different, with helpless affection, unconscious love, and Ou Heng doesn't want to miss every moment with that kind of possessiveness engraved in his bones.

The eyes spread little by little, very delicate, and observed very carefully. The teacher stood behind Ou Heng and couldn't help nodding. Sure enough, it was different from elementary school, and he couldn't compare to the sketching in this hand.

"teacher……"

"Shhh." The teacher raised his middle finger to silence that person. It would be more appropriate for that person to walk to the teacher's side without saying a word. Behind Ou Heng, he looked at Ou Heng's painting with jealousy and envy in his eyes.