[Full-time] The oil painting version of Huang Shaotian is so handsome

As we all know, the French have a lot of holidays. They are keen to go out in summer and go to various places with beaches to bask in the sun.And the consequence of going all out is that many places are overcrowded.

It was because of this that the adoptive father didn't like to go on vacation in the summer. It happened that Mu Shiyu was afraid of the heat, so he arranged his vacation until before Christmas, and planned to take his adopted daughter back to the motherland for a while.After considering factors such as the season and whether it is suitable for sketching, he finally decided on Lijiang as the location.

Mu Shiyu heard his classmates talk about their travel experience in Lijiang. He said that there are many blue-tiled huts built along the river, and there are so many forks in the road that people are always ready to get lost.He also said that if you want to sketch from life, it is best to stand on a slightly higher ground, so that you can see the signs of those shops and the endless roads paved with bluestones.

She was full of longing for Lijiang in an instant. She was still in France, but her heart had already flown to the ancient city.

Originally, the purpose of this trip was to relax, but Mu Shiyu was obsessed with improving his painting skills. In order to prevent himself from being distracted, he even went abroad without his mobile phone.Along the way, as long as you see a good scenery, you can pick up the camera and take pictures. If there are few people, you can just take out the notebook and start sketching on the spot.

The adoptive father followed behind, turning left and right around the alley. When he saw that his daughter was going to paint, he found a seat to sit for a while, or chatted with the surrounding vendors for a while.Seeing that she likes sketching in the ancient city, she simply booked an inn and stayed here for several days.

On the last day, Mu Shiyu had a whim and went straight along the stone road——she wanted to know what kind of scenery would be in the most remote part of the ancient town.

After walking for a while, the adoptive father was too tired and panicked. Hey, hey, he said that he was getting old and his legs and feet were inconvenient. Can he stop and rest for a while before leaving?

【You are clearly only in your forties! 】Mu Shiyu gestured vigorously.

"Sweetheart, why don't we take a rest for a while?" The adoptive father smiled helplessly, then pointed to a coffee shop behind, and said, "I think the decoration of this shop is very nice, why don't you go in and take a stroll?"

Mu Shiyu followed his direction and looked at the coffee shop named Sumatra.

Floor-to-ceiling glass, thick wooden doors, and French-style wooden tables and chairs outside the door.Strange to say, the decoration is obviously French-style, but it doesn't look out of place in the ancient city, but blends into the land instead.If her adoptive father hadn't reminded her, she would hardly have noticed the existence of this store.

She walked in curiously. There were only two people in the huge store. One was lying on the bar counter playing with the computer, and the other was wiping the glass by the sink.

The adoptive father shouted carelessly: "Where is the boss? Is there any good coffee, can you recommend it?"

"I have almost all the coffee on the market." The man who washed the cups stopped what he was doing, turned around and found that it was a foreigner, and his eyes widened slightly: "Yo, the Chinese said It's pretty good."

"That's right."

"Okay, so what kind of coffee do you like, or what taste do you like, let me recommend a few for you."

The adoptive father thought about Mu Shiyu's taste, and replied, "Bring two glasses of mocha." After speaking, seeing that the shopkeeper was about to start cooking, he couldn't help but went up to chat with him.

Hearing that they were chatting happily, Mu Shiyu turned his head and looked at the interior decoration of the house. What was different from the outside was that there were fabric cushions on the chairs inside.There is a cabinet of books across the bar, and a piano next to the bookcase.

She couldn't help but took out her notebook and began to draw on the interior decoration.

"Shiyu, sit down first and then draw." The adoptive father greeted.

Mu Shiyu waved his hand to indicate that he couldn't do it, because he could only capture the panorama perfectly by standing here, so he had to come later for coffee.

At this time, the person who had been playing with the computer finally raised his head. He stood up and stretched his waist. Just as he was about to ask the owner to say something, he turned around and saw Mu Shiyu standing in the middle with a surprised expression on his face. He opened his mouth wide: "Mu Shiyu?"

Mu Shiyu was also a little surprised when the other party reported her full name. After all, when her adoptive father called her just now, he used French and never used Chinese.

Since the other party knows him, doesn't that mean he will know his past self?

Thinking of this, Mu Shiyu immediately opened a new page, wrote a line on it, and handed it to the bearded uncle in front of him expectantly.

[Why do you know me? 】

"I'm Wei Chen, don't you remember me? I was the captain who led Huang Shaotian to play professionally back then."

Hearing what he said, the shopkeeper next to him couldn't help complaining: "This happened six or seven years ago, old Wei." The implication is that it's been so long, it's understandable that the girl doesn't remember you.

Before Wei Chen could say anything, the adoptive father stood up and rushed to him and asked, "Did you know Shiyu before?"

"alright."

"When did you meet?"

"When I graduated from the third year of junior high school," Wei Chen tried hard to recall, "It's been so long and I can't remember clearly."

[Who did you say you would bring to play professionally? 】

Looking at the words in front of him, Wei Chen wondered if he had misunderstood the person. After all, when he fooled Huang Shaotian into playing professionally, this girl was present the whole time. How could she not know who Huang Shaotian was.

Although he had a lot of doubts in his heart, he still reported Huang Shaotian's name honestly, and wrote down this name in her notebook by the way.

【Do you know my relationship with him? 】

Now Wei Chen really couldn't figure it out, he asked directly: "Little girl, what happened to you in the past few years, you don't even remember Huang Shaotian?"

"She was pushed down the stairs, hit her head and lost her memory." The adoptive father summed up Mu Shiyu's experience in a few words. When asked who he was, he said frankly that he was her adoptive father.

Wei Chen's expression was a little unnatural for a moment, he rubbed his hands, and looked at the girl in front of him with some embarrassment: "Actually, I don't know you very well, I only know that you and Huang Shaotian are good neighbors, what else? Well, that kid Huang Shaotian kept his mouth shut, and refused to tell me about you."

A deep sense of disappointment rushed into Mu Shiyu's heart in an instant. She hugged her notebook and sat down slowly, tasting the cold mocha, feeling very uncomfortable.I thought I had met a key person related to the past, but I didn't expect the bamboo basket to fetch water in vain.

But it's good to know a name, she comforted herself in her heart, so that when she saw him, she could call out his name.

But I haven't thought of his face until now, so what's the point of meeting him?

Huang Shaotian's birthday episode

(1)

During the period when Mu Shiyu and Bailisang were painting, Huang Shaotian would go to the PR department every few days to take a look at their progress.After reading it, I will write a small composition for Xiao Qingmei on Twitter.

When all the posters were finished, he posted them in the blue rain group in advance, saying that his face was the most beautiful one!

Soon some people were dissatisfied, Song Xiao was the first to despise him, saying that everyone has the same style of painting, how do you know that you are better-looking than others?

Then a group of people echoed his statement.

In fact, what Song Xiao said was correct. Judging from the picture alone, all the posters have the same level of detail.However, because Mu Shiyu was the main writer, Huang Shaotian was a little more refined than the others, but it happened that he was caught by him and showed off in the small group.

He laughed loudly, relying on his artistic attainment to be a little higher than the people present, and attacked everyone across dimensions.

Such an arrogant behavior naturally aroused public outrage. In an instant, everyone except Yu Wenzhou joined the battle, despising Huang Shaotian's bragging behavior.

Huang Shaotian has obviously seen this kind of situation a lot, he has no problem picking up the keyboard and pairing N, and he can even open Twitter to chat with Mu Shiyu.

A group of people were so angry that they couldn't say anything when they saw him chatting eloquently and nonchalantly, so they asked him if he was in a relationship with his little Qingmei?

How is it possible, is your vice-captain like this?

It doesn't matter if you don't talk about it, but I believe that if you post the story of your childhood sweetheart to the contestant group, many people will definitely come to you.

In Huang Shaotian's pile of exclamation marks, others mixed in, giving praise to Yu Feng who came up with this clever plan, praising him for being awesome.

It's a misfortune, but now Huang Shaotian is angry, he wants to reason with Yu Feng, and the next second he sees that his dear captain also agrees with Yu Feng's suggestion.

Yu Wenzhou said, I can help post it to the fourth issue group.

Huang Shaotian stopped talking, he silently forked off the button chat box, and wanted to go to Mu Shiyu to comfort him and ask for a hug, but saw her saying that he had gone to bed a minute ago.

(2)

During the competition in Zurich, the national team basically couldn’t eat Western food. They thought it was hard to eat half-cooked food. Besides, it’s fine if it’s delicious, but the key is that it’s not delicious!

So a group of people were forced to eat several meals of bread.

Seeing that this was not good, Ye Xiu rubbed his hands and asked if there was anyone in the translation team who could cook Chinese food.

The teacher who led the team shook his head and said you should give up. As far as I know, although some of these children can cook, they can only cook simple noodles under fried eggs.

It means to let them come, it is better for you people to come by yourself.

Wang Jiexi glanced at his little girlfriend who was with the team, sighed silently, and considered the possibility of cooking by himself after retirement.

Several hearts got together and discussed for a while.

During the period, Yu Wenzhou kept a knife in his back and asked Ye Xiu secretly why he didn't let Jiang Hong join the national team. As far as he knew, Jiang Hong should know how to order Chinese food.

With a cigarette in her mouth, Ye Xiu said that with her culinary skills, she came here to order takeaway.

In the end, everyone unanimously agreed on the idea of ​​asking the translation team to send someone to the Chinese district to find a cook.

They walked out of the conference room with a relaxed expression on their faces, and when they passed by the dormitory and saw Huang Shaotian eating with a bowl of Zhajiang Noodles, all the smiles on their faces disappeared with one click.

"Where did you come from?" Ye Xiu said with a sinister smile.

"Shiyu's father made it for me, don't you guys really want to eat it? Hehe, I won't give it to you." After speaking, Huang Shaotian swallowed all the noodles in the bowl in one gulp.

Zhang Xinjie's glasses suddenly reflected light.

Xiao Shiqin raised his eyebrows.

Wang Jiexi's expression remained unchanged, the veins on his forehead revealed his attitude.

Ye Xiu and Yu Wenzhou's smiles widened, they looked at each other, and approved a certain suggestion.

"Come here, Huang Shaotian eats alone in the dormitory, and what he eats is noodles with fried sauce!"

"Fuck, old man Ye! Hiccup."

(3)

Ye Xiu managed to call everyone to Lan Yu's dormitory.Under the eyes of everyone, Huang Shaotian could only be forced to admit the source of this bowl of fried noodles.

The thing is like this, he couldn't eat at noon, so he chatted with Mu Shiyu, crying and complaining that he couldn't eat the food of the national team, thinking that the steak tasted too raw and the caviar was too fishy.

"You talk too much nonsense." Wang Jiexi interrupted him expressionlessly.

Huang Shaotian pursed his lips, and was just about to refute, but seeing these unfriendly eyes, he could only continue aggrievedly: "Shi Yu said that her father is coming to the game, so you can borrow the hotel kitchen and make me something send over."

"How did that friend of yours get into the national team?" Zhang Xinjie suddenly caught the doubt.

"Um, is this question important? If I don't want to answer, can I refuse to answer?"

"Okay," Ye Xiu readily agreed, "But you have to promise me one thing."

Five minutes later, after understanding the request, Huang Shaotian said that he could answer Zhang Xinjie's question, but was ruthlessly rejected by the crowd, and asked him to call his little Qingmei quickly and ask her father if he could come to the national team to help out. meal.

Huang Shaotian was dawdling, but under the eyes of everyone, he asked the answer on the phone with his fingers flying.

"Have you asked yet?" Zhang Jiale couldn't hold back at first. He hadn't eaten properly for several days. Although the cakes made by his girlfriend were delicious, but she had too many things to do, so how could she have time to make cakes for everyone every day.

"She said yes, but you have to promise her not to make our affairs public, and what's more," Huang Shaotian glanced at the crowd with some anxiety, and said, "She can't talk, if you want to find her, don't rush her." , wait for her to finish writing slowly, or wait for me to translate it for you, anyway, remember to treat her as a normal person!"

Fang Rui pushed him: "You think our EQ is as low as Sun Xiang's?"