When I woke up my girlfriend was gone

A gust of wind blew into the examination room following Zuo Yin, and the surprised eyes of the students floated in the huge classroom. No one would have thought that someone would enter the examination room at the last second during such an assessment, and no one would have thought that this person turned out to be this year's oil painting Department of professional first.

Standing beside Zhou Lin, Sun Yuqing saw Zuo Yin coming, and the surprise in her eyes was ready to come out. She slapped Zhou Lin's arm, and proudly whispered in her ear: "I'll just say, Xiao Yin will come Yes! You owe me a barbecue, remember to pay me back!"

"You decide the time." Zhou Lin answered and looked up at Zuo Yin standing at the door.

The girl seemed to be sprinting, her chin-length short hair was blown to the top of her head by the wind, her shoulders with a thin coat shrugged violently, and every breath she took was extraordinarily rough.

Zuo Yin walked into the classroom under everyone's gaze, but among the countless pairs of eyes, she only cared about those peach blossom-shaped eyes.

Looking at each other in a tacit understanding without words, Shen Qingzi also bent her eyes, and gave her a gentle and satisfied smile under Zuoyin's gaze.

She straightened her skirt a little, and stood up in front of Zuo Yin.The sleeves of the satin shirt that was held between the forearms fell down, and the design of the lantern sleeves just covered the watch that she had looked at countless times just now.

Shen Qingzi raised her hand and pointed to Zuo Yin the empty easel in the last row by the window, and said, "Here is your place."

"Okay." Zuo Yin nodded, and abruptly swallowed the air that was stuck in her throat.

She didn't want to show any inappropriate appearance in front of Shen Qingzi.

Although she may not be decent enough.

This little turmoil soon came to an abrupt end when Sun Yuqing set the alarm clock for the start of the exam. Under the watchful eyes of Shen Qingzi and Sun Yuqing, Zhou Lin took out the prepared exam questions from the envelope and put them in the envelope. on the projector.

The topic of this studio assessment is: garden

"The exam time is three hours, and it is allowed to be unfinished. You don't need to hurry up." Sun Yuqing reminded.

Zuo Yin didn't wear glasses, so she squinted her eyes slightly before she could clearly see the monotonous words on the big screen. There is no limit to the type of painting, no limit to the way of expression, one canvas, one palette of paint.Holding the brand-new paintbrush uniformly distributed by the studio, Zuo Yin always felt that this topic was tailor-made for him.

When the word "garden" is mentioned, Zuo Yin can't help but think of Shen Qingzi's "Girl in the Flower House", where clusters of complicated and blooming flowers cover the canvas, so exquisite and vivid that they seem to overflow.

The sunlight by the window splashed all over the floor. Shen Qingzi stood on the right side of Zuoyin's line of sight, blending in with the light. Her long black hair was endowed with a golden color, just like the girl with wavy hair in the painting. girl.

Zuo Yin looked in a daze, and clusters of flowers that belonged to Shen Qingzi's oil paintings came into her sight.

Zuo Yin squeezed the paintbrush in his hand, and used the thinnest brush to draw the shape of a flower on the canvas.It doesn't matter if she's a bitch or overestimated, she just wants to show Shen Qingzi the good side of herself.

Since the painting that I have painstakingly painted can no longer be dedicated to Shen Qingzi, let's use this painting to express it.

Xu Shi was so focused on presenting the painting that Zuo Yin didn't even notice that the sound of the heel hitting the ground stopped abruptly.

Shen Qingzi folded her arms and leaned lightly on the wall post behind Zuo Yin, quietly admiring the garden outlined by the girl.

The pen in Zuo Yin's hand carefully outlined the appearance of the petals. Shen Qingzi watched the petals unfold with gentle colors, and countless ripples arose in her eyes.

Zuoyin chose Mu Xiafeng, whom Shen Qingzi is most familiar with. Although the painting she is painting now is far less detailed than the one Shen Qingzi collected, the painting style is very similar.

The ocher color made of khaki, vermilion and violet is boldly used in the blooming flowers, and the despair and hope suppressed in the crimson are well modulated by the girl.

This color expression is simply wonderful.

Shen Qingzi's eyes were filled with some rare surprises.

She looked at Zuo Yin's back, countless bright sunshine fell on her body, her short and neat hair was always dark and cold.

This child seems to be like this all the time, like a lone wolf walking in the desert, walking alone, always lonely.

Shen Qing gracefully remembered the first time she saw Zuo Yin in that folk song bar more than a month ago.

She sat beside her in blacker than the night, and the hands around her waist carried the coolness that could not be warmed by the scorching sun in Dunhuang.

Only when they undress and embrace each other, can they feel the warmth of her body, and the ambiguity that falls out of her black pupils.

"elder sister……"

A gust of warm wind came from nowhere, wrapping the voice of Ye Zuoyin that sounded in Shen Qingzi's mind, and brushed past her ears.An indescribable pink glowed instantly on that flimsy skin.

Shen Qingzi blinked unnaturally, feeling that she could no longer look at Zuo Yin, subconsciously touched her hot earlobe, and continued to patrol the examination room.

The golden second hand clicked and skipped every Roman numeral on the disc, spinning tirelessly round and round.After the minute hand turned slowly for nearly three times, the hour hand finally moved from "9" to a position close to "12", less than 5 minutes before the end of the exam.

The rows of canvases in the examination room were full of flowers, and it was very lively.

And in this beautiful summer garden with flowing water, only Zuo Yin is the outlier among the colorful flowers.

Zuo Yin's painting is not yet finished, but it has already begun to take shape.The clumps of delicate flowers under the canvas release strange and magnificent colors. They struggle to come out of the darkness, but they do not yearn for the sun, and only bloom in the darkness.

After all, not everyone in this world yearns for the light.

Thinking about this, Zuo Yin picked up the thinnest paintbrush, and left a mark of herself in the lower right corner of the painting like she usually did——the thin pen dipped in gold blended into the petals, and sketched an abstract painting freely and freely. the letter y.

It was this stroke that made Shen Qingzi, who was standing not far behind Zuoyin, stop breathing.

There is also a golden mark like this in the lower left corner of the painting that was treasured by her!

This child is really the author of that painting!

Shen Qingzi was still sitting on her high stool calmly and calmly, but there was a great turmoil in her heart.

Although countless clues pointed to Zuo Yin, Shen Qingzi herself also doubted it.

But when the truth really appeared in front of her eyes, she was still shocked.

The person who can make such exquisite paintings turned out to be a 19-year-old girl.

The person who can make me feel sympathetic and sympathetic is the girl who once had a flirt with me.

This is more than a sentence that can be summed up by a trick of God's will.

As Sun Yuqing's cell phone rang again, the assessment ended when the hour hand returned to zero for the third time. The solemn room was filled with the sound of people talking, and suddenly became relaxed and lively.Zhang Zhang and Xu Xu held hands, talking and laughing, couldn't hold Zuo Yin in his eyes, and left as if he didn't see her.

But Zuo Yin didn't care about these things, her gaze couldn't help but fell on Shen Qingzi who was standing in the front row talking to Zhou Lin, those clear eyes were slightly raised at the end of the eyes, and the curved arc seemed to always care about the people around her. With a gentle smile.

Zuo Yin remembered that the last time she saw Shen Qingzi was with Zhou Lin like this.

They should be good friends.

Thinking of this, Zuo Yin felt a little inexplicable in her heart. She really wanted to go up and ask what Shen Qingzi said yesterday. She wanted to prove that it was her unique choice, but she was afraid that she would be self-indulgent, so she simply shut up. He closed his mouth, lowered his head and continued to pack his things.

At this time, Sun Yuqing, who didn't know when to go out, came in from the outside. She looked around and greeted Zuoyin: "Xiaoyin, come out with me."

"Oh." Zuo Yin nodded, she noticed the somewhat unnatural expression on Sun Yuqing's face.

"How is it going today?" Sun Yuqing asked.

"It's okay." Zuo Yin replied.

"I knew you would definitely come, and you still have to seize such a good learning opportunity, don't you think?" Sun Yuqing said with a smile, "When you enter the studio and study hard with the teacher, you will definitely shine. "

Zuo Yin smiled dryly, but didn't answer.

She only wants Shen Qingzi as a teacher, the others are not worth her less money.

Sun Yuqing looked at Zuo Yin's never-smiling face, and felt that the atmosphere was a bit difficult to adjust, so she bit the bullet and said the words that made her feel a little embarrassed: "Just now I went to the personnel department again, your part-time Things have to wait, I haven't found a suitable position for you, I will urge them again. You can rest assured to learn from the teacher first, and there will definitely be a suitable part-time position."

Zuo Yin asked unwillingly again: "Didn't you say at the time that there was still a part-time job?"

"There are a few little girls who are sophomores and juniors, and they are more experienced, so they are considered first." Sun Yuqing explained, "It's okay. Like the assistant painter you can do, We have to wait until the studio starts to recruit students for intensive training in winter, there will be a great demand, and the salary will double by then."

Hearing Sun Yuqing's words, Zuo Yin's heart was mostly cold, and her lips were pursed into a slit.

It's only September, and there are still more than three months before the training camp. Even if the salary is doubled by then, she still doesn't know if she can wait until then.

Thinking of having to bow down to Zuo Lan, Zuo Yin's lips tightened even more.

Sun Yuqing patted Zuo Yin's shoulder, "Don't be discouraged, I think according to the usual calculation, in two months, there will be students who enter the studio early to study, and it will be almost the same time, I have already I lost my temper with the personnel department, and no one will jump in line by then."

"Then I will trouble you, Ms. Sun." Zuo Yin reluctantly mobilized his emotions and thanked Sun Yuqing, then turned and walked back to the examination room.

All the students in the examination room had left, and only Shen Qingzi was left standing on the podium in the empty classroom.

Zuo Yin jumped over the easels and looked up at Shen Qingzi who didn't know what she was doing, and quickly lowered her head again.

She was in a low mood. If she couldn't find a job here, she had to look elsewhere. Even if she really became Shen Qingzi's student, she would have to give up one end sooner or later.

But she didn't want to give up either end.

There was an eerie silence in the huge classroom. Rows of easels were like layers of mountains, separating Shen Qingzi and Zuo Yin into two worlds.

Standing on the other side of the world, Shen Qingzi was basking in the warm sunshine, with her beautiful long hair hanging down, and all her eyes were filled with the tranquility of the years.

And Zuo Yin at this end of the world picked up the canvas bag she had put on the ground, and was about to leave without saying a word. She belonged to the mire that never sees the light of day, so she shouldn't have extravagant hopes.

Zuo Yin put the canvas bag on her body, brushed out her suppressed hair, and showed no expression on her face.

Losing the enthusiasm and drive she had when she rushed to the studio, she returned to her former loneliness.

"clang."

Just when Zuo Yin's feet were habitually stepping on the threshold of the classroom door, a clear and dignified voice was heard above the vibration of the door frame, and it was heard clearly in her ears.

"Zuo Yin, come to my studio.