Master Qing Leng Always Wants to Marry Me [Transmigration Book]

The darkness quickly subsided, and Jihe felt as if he was gently pushed by a pair of hands, and slipped directly into a deep sleep.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, his consciousness was wandering in the void, his body was not heavy, but he couldn't wake up no matter what, when he was at a loss, he suddenly heard a "dong dong" sound in his ear, like Whose fingertips are on the desk.

Ji He was stunned for a moment, then turned around, a piece of bright light was suddenly torn apart in front of his eyes, white rays of light scrambled into his field of vision, covering the whole world.

The incandescent lamp overhead gave off a dizzying light, Jihe opened his eyes, and was surprised to find that he was sitting in a studio.

He looked around blankly, and realized that this was the studio where he studied art in high school.

At that time, Ji He had just entered the third year of high school, an art student, and his grades in cultural subjects were not too bad, so he would not be at the bottom, so he devoted all his attention to professional courses.

Art and sports students in the third year of high school do not need to go to evening self-study, but go to special classrooms to practice professional courses. Ji He is a frequent visitor to the school's studio.

Jihe was introverted and quiet since he was a child, and he was shy throughout his high school years, so he didn't have many close friends in his class, and he didn't say a word when he came to the studio, he just painted quietly, and everyone in the messy studio talked and laughed loudly , only he silently in the corner, like a weak plant.

Until that day, there was a moment of silence in the always noisy classroom, "Everyone stop for a moment." It was the voice of the art teacher, and Ji He raised his head with everyone, and the pale light was slightly dazzling.

"This is a new transfer student named Lu Ming. He's from Qingcang County. He's a third-year high school art student. Welcome."

With sparse applause, Ji He closed his eyes. The white light made him see the face of the transfer student a few seconds later than the others. He was handsome and gentle, with black eyes, mid-length hair draped around his shoulders, and a few stubs curled up in a random pattern. .

The appearance of a typical art student.

This was the Lu Ming he had never seen before. Although his appearance was the same as what he had seen with him day and night, his expression and demeanor were completely different, and his whole person was full of youthful air.

After a brief self-introduction, he consciously chose a seat, walked around a floor of gouache paint, sat down in front of the easel, hung the canvas, and smiled with the students around him.

I don't know if it was the reason why he kept staring at the canvas, Ji He raised his head, blinded by the white light in the studio, until the new transfer student came down and sat in front of him not far away, Ji He He Cai lowered his head, the canvas was mottled with colors, he knew he was dreaming, but there was still a dazzling white light in front of his eyes.

The sunshine in early autumn is bright but not glaring, with a kind of gentleness like water mixed with it.

Ji He would stay in the studio every weekend and paint all morning before going back. Some of his classmates went home to sleep, some went to fall in love, and some went to the countryside to sketch together. Only Ji He stayed , sitting in the warm sunshine in the room, enjoying the silence that only belongs to him.

Before leaving, the art teacher told him as always: "Don't forget to lock the door when you leave, and put the key in the gap on the window sill. Also," the teacher's gaze stayed on his canvas for two seconds, "Remember to turn off the lights .”

Ji He didn't care if she turned a blind eye, or was stingy with praise, he nodded obediently at the teacher: "Okay, teacher. I will remember."

The sound of door closing and footsteps leaving.Ji He came back to his senses, and continued to stare at the canvas in front of him, which was covered with a large area of ​​yellow, mixed with a little light purple, like dusk.

Just as he was wantonly beating the paint on the canvas, a soft voice suddenly came from behind: "Are you alone?"

Jihe was taken aback.He didn't hear the door opening or footsteps, he turned his head in a hurry and saw the man standing in the corridor outside the window, so he subconsciously wanted to block his painting.

A face with a gentle smile floated in front of the window, covering the original bright sunshine.Jihe had imagined that someone would come back, anyone would do. In this dream like a gift, meeting this transfer student was his softest imagination.

The transfer student waved to him in a friendly way.

Thistle and Wink.Lu Ming showed him a perfect smile, and said, "I've wanted to know you for a long time."

Ji He looked into his eyes hesitantly, "Know... you mean me?"

Lu Ming nodded: "Otherwise who else could it be?" He climbed in from behind the window, jumped to the ground, and brought up a cloud of dust.

Ji He had no choice but to stand up, "But..."

Lu Ming slowly walked in front of him, turned his body slightly, glanced behind him, and said, "Besides, I also want to see your paintings."

Jihe lowered his head: "No...it's nothing to see."

"I've already seen it." Lu Ming smiled half-smile, "The colors are colorful, but they are not ostentatious. I guess, you want to paint "Le Youyuan", right?"

Jihe's heart trembled slightly.He was a little embarrassed at first, but what the other party said surprised him a little. After all, he could understand what he wanted to express, which is very precious, so he nodded gently: "Well, Li Shangyin's "Le You Yuan", Feeling unwell, Xiang Wan drove to Guyuan."

Lu Ming looked at his paintings with great interest, "So much yellow," he said, "Your paintings are so special."

He didn't use clichéd words such as "beautiful" or "brilliant", he said "special", Ji He quietly turned his body so that he could see the whole picture of the painting more clearly.Lu Ming stared at the canvas for a while, then straightened up and faced him: "What are those purple colors in the middle?"

Ji He said: "It's dusk. There is a blue circle in the upper left corner, that's the moon."

Lu Ming asked him seriously: "What kind of moon do you want to draw?"

Ji He said: "The kind of moon in Su Shi's writing, Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily, and then raising a glass to ask the bright moon, I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it?"

Lu Ming was a little surprised, he said, "That's really cool."

Jihe laughed: "It's a pity that only you can see what I draw. They all say that my drawing is terrible, it's a doodle."

"How could it be?" Lu Ming opened his eyes wide, "That's because they don't understand! Teacher appreciates your paintings very much."

This time it was Ji He's turn to open his eyes wide: "You mean teacher? She never said that I draw well, and she is not even willing to teach me anything."

Lu Ming smiled and shook his head: "Teacher, she treats everyone like this. You may not believe it. I passed by her office that day and saw her looking through the watercolors we handed in one by one. She looked at all of our paintings. When I was reading a homework, only when I saw your painting, my eyes would light up instantly. I can see clearly, and I can’t be wrong.”

Ji He's heart was beating thumpingly.

"When I came here just now, the teacher happened to go out. I greeted her, and she told me specifically that Ji He was still in the studio. I don't need to say more about what she meant."

"..."

Ji He couldn't come back to his senses for a while, he couldn't remember exactly what the teacher thought of him at that time, but the mood at this moment was clear and strong, he raised his eyes, hesitantly said: "Then, I..."

Lu Ming stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then turned to the painting, and suddenly said to him: "Ji He, do you want to see the real dusk? I mean, how about we go to the countryside?"

They picked up their easels and drove to the suburbs together.

It was late in the afternoon by then, and they picked the stupidest time of day.Lu Ming excitedly said to him: "This is the third time I have come here, but every time I am very happy."

Jihe whispered, "It's my first time here, but I'm also very happy."

The temperature here is at least two or three degrees lower than in the urban area, and the grass is already withered and yellow, but the river is clear and the view is wide. Standing on the shore, you can see the thick cumulonimbus clouds on the horizon in the distance.

This situation can easily stimulate people's desire for creation. Ji He put his easel on a slope, took out gouache paint, and painted a light blue on the paper.

Lu Ming looked at him and smiled, but he didn't step forward to disturb him. With a straw stick in his mouth, he looked lazily at the open field to the west.

When a painting was finished, Ji He put the brush back into the paint box, looked back, but did not see Lu Ming, was stunned for a moment, then turned his head again, and saw a leisurely figure under the shade of the cedar tree over there .

He lay down and fell asleep under a tree.

Ji and subconsciously held their breath, walked over step by step, sat down beside him, and looked up at the tiny sky exposed among the leaves.But after a while, Lu Ming slowly woke up and turned around. Seeing Ji He beside him, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes and smiling, "Did you finish the painting? Why didn't you call me?"

Ji He said softly: "You seem to be having a sweet dream, so I don't have the heart to disturb you."

"How can there be any sweet dreams? I feel like I'm carrying the whole world with my heavy homework every day." Lu Ming straightened up and patted the blades of grass on his body. "I didn't sleep well last night. I just took a nap."

Ji He tilted his head: "Then why did you transfer schools? You're both in the third year of high school, so unstable."

Lu Ming shook his head: "I don't know." The other party straightened his eyes, and he smiled helplessly, "I really don't know, but I feel that the more I stay in the original school, the more boring I am, and I don't want to paint, especially when I get closer to my classmates. The more I can't get into it, the more I have nothing to do, the whole person is clamoring to break through the shackles of reality, but what exactly I want, or what kind of environment I want to blend in, what kind of people I meet, I... can't tell. No To tell you the truth, I have been dreaming a lot lately. I dreamed that I became a fairy in white, standing in a mountain forest and fighting with a red shadow with a long sword in my hand. When I woke up, my palms were hot, as if I had experienced it in real life. Had the same."

As the wind blew past, a fallen leaf fell and landed on the grass next to them with a "click". Jihe said with a smile, "It sounds like the beginning of a time-travel novel. It feels like you're going to travel to the next second." In another world." Seeing the staring eyes of the other party, Ji He realized that he had made a joke naturally, in this false memory.Then he trembled slightly.

Lu Ming stared: "I'm serious."

Ji He blinked: "It's really similar."

"Hey!"

"Yeah, okay," Ji He restrained his joking expression, "You thought you couldn't get used to the original environment and classmates, so you changed schools, what about now?"

Lu Ming lazily stretched his waist, "Now...it's hard to say."

"What do you mean?" Ji He was puzzled.

"The environment hasn't changed much, it's still lukewarm. As for the students..." Lu Ming raised his lips, and finally looked directly into Ji He's eyes, "I think I've found my target."

"..." Ji He was stunned, but he didn't move his eyes away, and it took him a while to realize, "...can a person be called a target?"

"Yes." Lu Ming nodded affirmatively.

But Ji He lowered his head: "You must be lying to me. You are not looking for a love target, and I am not a girl."

"I'm not talking about falling in love. If that's the case, I'll just find one at my original school. Why do I need to transfer?" He continued to talk about "girls" without hesitation. Do the girls in our Qingcang County have a pair of eyes?"

With the cool autumn wind blowing on his face, Ji He shook his head with a smile.

"But..." Lu Ming slowly cleared his voice, "Not counting as a girl, people always want to have a comfortable friend, at least one, so that they can gain a little in the mediocre days or in the crisis-ridden life. Cool comfort."

Jihe slowly raised his eyes.

He looked at Ji He's face seriously, "Just like you painted the sky and clouds on the slope just now, I can sleep peacefully under the shade of the trees here."

"...Mmm." Ji He blushed.He admits that no matter what kind of world he is in, he will be moved by Lu Ming.

Lu Ming smiled: "So, you are a very remarkable person."

"It's the luckiest thing for me to know you," Ji He said, "Even if it's fake, I'm happy."

"No," he raised his eyebrows, and his expression flashed with a youthful radiance, "It's not fake, at least before the college entrance examination, I promise you can see me every day."

Ji He looked at him and said nothing. He didn't know how this dream came about. In his present memory, he and Lu Ming were five years apart, so it was impossible for them to be in the same class. In that world line, they had never met before, but at this moment they looked Looking at the clean and straight figure in front of him, he is willing to throw away the impossibility in reality and believe in the gift of this short dream.

They sat side by side on the rolling grass, watching the clouds in the sky dyed red by the distant street lamps, the TV tower was exposed above the cedar forest, and the sun was slowly ripening, hanging big and low in the sky.