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The Third Middle School has been established for 28 years, and the appearance and appearance of the school will be obviously renovated every three or four years. In Ruan Jing's class, the modern facilities have taken on a new look.

But there is an old small building with four floors, which is so narrow that it is out of place and curled up by the lake of Zhiyuan, nestling pitifully against the brand new and bright art building.

The name of the small building is Mingde. It is said that it was the studio of a well-known art teacher in the country a long time ago. A few ginkgo trees are verdant and quiet at a glance. Whether it is the name or the reflection of this small lake, it is more suitable for Zhiyuan Lake.

I don't know if the school kept it on purpose, or was reluctant to mobilize money to renovate it, but Mingde Building just stood there like that, and it became a landmark of No. [-] Middle School.

The Mingde building is very close to the art building, and it is usually used to display old art equipment.

After all, it was so old there, the firmness of the building was worrying, and there were even anecdotes of being haunted, and most people would not run into it without incident.

Ruan Jing came down from the art building, with a drawing board on his back, fumbled for a pencil from the stationery bag, and turned into Mingde Building with ease.

He climbed up to the third floor in three steps at a time, pushed open the door of a room with his feet, randomly picked up a chair that seemed to have no arms or legs, and came to a small cubicle. The wooden door of the small cubicle was blocked. There was a creaking sound when it was pushed, and it was slowly closed after Ruan Jing entered.

This is where Ruan Jing came to practice landscape sketching every now and then.

The location of this house is wonderful, no matter which window you look out from, it is a picture scroll with unique scenery.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, outside the window of the living room, the city was full of traffic, and the buildings were ups and downs, and outside the window of the cubicle, Zhiyuan Lake reflected the quiet campus. The clouds are lazy and relaxed.

Ruan Jing sat on the chair, raised his foot and put it on the window sill without any image, the chair creaked under the weight, but after a few times, it stabilized firmly again.

He took out his mobile phone and saw Lao Xu's message, which was an evaluation of his five extra assignments - "I have made some progress, but I still need to work hard."

After that day, all the art students were assigned extra homework, and the studio group was immersed in the wailing of "I knew that the quality needs to be passed, and I must definitely pay attention to the details".

Ruan Jing was happy, and sent another message to Qin Xijue, and made an appointment to have dinner with him after school, but Qin Xijue replied immediately.

Or the short answer: good.

Ruan Jing was taken aback, and quickly sent again: Isn't it time for self-study?

Qin Xijue: Yes.

Ruan Jing: ... Teacher Qin, you have fallen. Didn't the teacher arrange a set of test papers?

Qin Xijue: It's done.

So soon, Ruan Jing laughed dryly, a little curious: Then what are you doing now?

Qin Xijue: I just lent the test paper to Lin Bai for reference, now I am going to do the preview questions.

Ruan Jing laughed out loud, the word "reference" was too euphemistic, he thought for a while, looked up at the blue sky for a moment, and suddenly took a picture - it was a white teaching building with gentle undulations under the blue sky, the lake surface Caressed by the wind, there are a few green branches hanging from the upper frame of the photo, and some of Ruan Jing's toes are exposed in the lower frame.

He casually sent the photo to Qin Xijue.

Classroom 84.

As the self-study class neared the end of school, the number of people in the class was reduced by one-third. Except for the special students, everyone else ran to the stadium.Most of the people left behind didn't do their business, and they didn't make a lot of noise in the hall, but whispering made the classroom not quiet.

Among the few people who concentrate on studying, Qin Xijue is one of them.

As if nothing could disturb Qin Xijue, he had already finished one page of the preparatory questions, and when he was thinking, he habitually tapped the table with his left hand slowly, filling in the answers of mental calculations in a short time.

The two boys in the front row were engrossed in copying their homework, and rushed to the stadium after finishing it. Lin Bai yelled, "Make some changes." Sun Qi replied without even raising his head, "I'm an old copyer, so I'm sure you're proficient in business."

The screen of the mobile phone placed on the table suddenly lit up.

Qin Xijue tilted his head, clicked on Ruan Jing's photo, looked at it for a few seconds and then zoomed in on the picture, and saw the eclectic toes of the photographer.

The blue screen was reflected on his irises, and the corners of his lips, which had been tensed due to thinking, stretched out, so that his expression had a slight illusion of gentleness.

Mingde upstairs.

Just as Ruan Jing was about to put down his phone and start drawing, the news from Qin Xijue came again.

It was actually a photo, and Ruan Jing opened it curiously—the two boys in the front row of Mr. Qin got into a fight for some reason, and before they could retract their long hands and feet, they turned to the face of the camera together It was the same look of shock.

Ruan Jing laughed so hard that he almost rolled off his chair, and scolded "two idiots" in his heart.

Unexpectedly, there was another photo after that, Ruan Jing let out a "huh" and zoomed in to see it.

Oh, it was the in-class quiz that I had given out in class, and the scribbled red cross took up almost half of the test paper.

Ruan Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, his fingers fluttered on the keyboard.

Ruan Jing: Teacher Qin, good things and bad things don't need to be mentioned together.

There was no reply from Qin Xijue, and Ruan Jing saw that it was getting late, so he also began to concentrate on painting.

It wasn't until the sun turned to the west and the sky gradually turned from blue to glazed that Ruan Jing's thoughts were pulled out of the lines, and he stood up and moved his stiff limbs.

It was also at this time that there was movement outside the door.

At first, Ruan Jing thought it was the art students who came to shoot the scene together or put up the equipment. After all, only these two types of people will come to this building.

Unexpectedly, the sound of footsteps actually entered this room. When I heard that there were still many people, there was a crackling sound of lighting as soon as I entered, and a familiar smell diffused.

Ruan Jing frowned. This building is all made of wooden doors and windows, and the art students have piled up a lot of sketches and inks. According to the perception of the whole school, open flames are strictly prohibited here.At least after Ruan Jing became a regular visitor to this building, he has never seen anyone hiding here smoking.

He turned around and was about to go out. When his hand touched the wooden door, he suddenly heard a familiar name from a conversation, and his movements paused.

It was Qin Xijue again.

People outside have been talking since they came in. Ruan Jing's attention was focused on the open fire at first, and only then did he understand that some students from High A came to see the venue, and they hid in the "abandoned building" to smoke by the way.

Several people talked about Qin Xijue intermittently, one of them had a somewhat familiar voice, Ruan Jing recognized it carefully, and remembered that it was the one beside Bancun who was pushed away by Qin Xijue.

Ruan Jing went out in no hurry, he pricked up his ears and began to listen to the corner of the wall.

People outside also happened to talk about Qin Xijue's dropping out of school.

"You don't need to ask, it's the final exam last semester, and the university bully has dropped from the first to fifty, so it can't save face."

"But I heard that it's also related to the super flower. Isn't the college bully playing with feelings, telling people to jump off the building after dumping them..."

Ruan Jing: "..."

Pushing back the time when he met Qin Xijue, it was near the end of last semester when his family members passed away. This was the reason why he failed the exam.As for the matter of the next-level flower, Ruan Jing was even more suspicious. It was not realistic for someone like Qin Xijue to fall in love, and to play with such a high-end operation of emotions.

"Isn't it the case of a child whose mother didn't grow up early? The family didn't teach him well. I heard that his father is gone..."

Ruan Jing was stunned for a moment, a faint anger filled his chest.He asked himself that he was not a well-behaved person, he had seen all kinds of people when he was hanging around, and he hated the kind of people who made fun of his family members, let alone the dead.

Qin Xijue's serious face when he was tutoring appeared in Ruan Jing's mind, and the gossip outside the door was like ice scum, which made his hands and feet feel a little cold.

"What's the use of having money at home, you're not your parents yet..."

A loud bang interrupted the unbearable words.

Ruan Jing, who kicked open the compartment door, came out with the drawing board on his back. He put the pencil into the pencil case, a little carelessly lazy.

"Yo," Ruan Jing took out his phone, lowered his head to reply to Qin Xijue's message, asked him to wait a few more minutes, and said without raising his head, "Everyone is busy."

A group of high school A students were stunned by the sudden appearance, and some even took a step back in shock. They watched Ruan Jing pass through the middle and walked to the door of the house. One of them suddenly recognized Ruan Jing, dropped his cigarette butt and stood up .

"...Don't let him go!"

Ruan Jing raised his mobile phone unhurriedly, and took pictures of the people involved in the case. He even focused on the cigarette butts in his hand, and took a close-up to save face.

It wasn't until the crowd realized that one of them threw the cigarette butt over and hurried over, sternly: "What did you film, delete it."

The smile on Ruan Jing's lips disappeared. As soon as the mobile phone was put away, the drawing board was taken off and he was about to throw it over. You idiot, I can't bear it.

While the man was stunned, Ruan Jing raised his foot sideways and quickly kicked the man. While everyone was busy helping him, he turned and went out, quickly closed the door, and unlocked the iron lock on the buckle.

There was an earth-shattering sound of banging on the door and a group of people shouting and cursing.

He spent a lot of time, even sharpening a pencil, thinking that anti-locking is really a winning plan with less to win more, waiting for the people inside to change from greetings without repeating words to holding back their anger and learning to be good, so that they can talk well, and ask him to discuss everything with him .

Ruan Jing said slowly: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that the university bullies in High A would like to hide and smoke in areas where open flames are strictly prohibited in other schools besides not speaking human words."

It was full of threats, and after being photographed, the people inside endured it and responded with gritted teeth.

"...Brother, it's our fault to smoke here. It's not that we don't recognize the place. I'm sorry for what happened last time. I was impulsive..."

The sky was getting dark, Ruan Jing smiled silently: "Why would I care about small things."

The inside was stunned by this answer, and could only say nicely: "Then you let us out, brothers and sisters, please go out and have a drink."

Ruan Jing: "I want to too, but the key to this door is not with me."

There was an unbearable gasp from inside, and the door was kicked angrily again, the wooden door frame was about to shake like a wooden door, and there was no movement inside again.

Ruan Jing suddenly lowered his voice, very serious: "Speaking of which, do people in high A know the rumors about this building in No. [-] Middle School?"

The people inside were quiet, and said impatiently: "What?"

Ruan Jing told people about the haunting incident he heard from Lin Bai.

The people inside sneered: "How old are you, you still believe in such things, how old are you..."

There was no movement for a long time.

The people inside were stunned: "...Hey, where is the person, what the hell, where is the person?!"

Ruan Jing got off the Mingde building, and the art building was locked, so he could only run back to the classroom following the afterglow of the evening, and put the drawing board on the seat.

There was no one in the classroom.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw the quiz that was half wrong on his seat. Every wrong question on the test paper had neatly written down the knowledge points.

Ruan Jing was taken aback for a moment, paused in his footsteps, and couldn't help but look down from the window.

It was meal time at this time, and the lights on the campus were just beginning to come on, like scattered stars, and people came and went at the entrance of the cafeteria.

A familiar figure was waiting at the door, very eye-catching, tall and quiet.