When I woke up my girlfriend was gone

This sentence came out of Shen Qingzi's mouth very easily, but Zuo Yin felt a weight on her chest.

"I was adopted by Dean Shen from the orphanage when I was five years old. It was also because of Dean Shen that my journey went smoothly until now."

Zuoyin followed Shen Qingzi's words, and the Shen Qingzi she learned about from magazines appeared in her mind.

At the age of 16, with a strong Mucha-style oil painting "Garden", he won gold medals in major domestic art exhibitions and became famous in the oil painting circle.

The "Winter Snow" that was released caused a sensation at home and abroad because of its more sophisticated painting skills and realm. It won the gold medals in major art exhibitions that year, and was finally collected by the National Museum of Italy.

"But at that time, because of my negligence, Xiao Yue fell into the rushing icy water. Although I rescued her, her body also plummeted, and she stayed sick all year round."

Zuoyin heard the slight tremor in Shen Qingzi's voice, for some reason, her heart trembled with Shen Qingzi's emotion.

She interrupted Shen Qingzi's words, and hurriedly asked: "What about the teacher? Is the teacher injured?"

"I'm fine, I have a foundation..."

Hearing what Shen Qingzi said, Zuo Yin frowned.

She is not good at all, her thin body looks like it could be blown away by the wind at any time.

Zuo Yin suddenly remembered the anxiety on Shen Qingzi's face when Amy fell into the water in the movie theater that day.

It turned out that she was not purely substituting, but that clip reminded her of the past.

It was so terrible that she didn't dare to recall it anymore.

"Because I don't want you to hear about me from other people." Shen Qingzi replied lightly, the car also stopped at a red light, and the bright sun shone into the car with some warmth.

Zuo Yin was very happy to hear Shen Qingzi say this.

This kind of scar should be hidden in the bottom of my heart and never be revealed to others.

But she is willing to talk and listen to herself.

She stood in an unequal position to Shen Qingzi, but she was given the right to approach her step by step.

An older sister on the zebra crossing in front of her walked past while holding her younger sister's hand, talking and laughing.

Shen Qingzi watched the pair of sisters with a little smile on her face.

She looked down at the half black butterfly on her finger, and showed it to Zuo Yin: "Look, this is what Xiaoyue dragged me to get tattooed after she knew that I was not the biological child of my parents."

"Later you also know that Xiaoyue died of illness five years ago, and only this butterfly is left of my younger sister." Shen Qingzi started the car as she spoke, with an indistinguishable gleam in her eyes. mood.

Zuo Yin is very sensitive to five years, because five years ago was also the day when "Girl in the Flower House" was released.

It was also the year when Shen Qingzi faded out of people's sight.

"So..." Zuo Yin speculated carefully, and looked at Shen Qingzi.

Shen Qingzi nodded, affirming her thoughts, "This incident caused a lot of trouble in the circle at that time. But as time went by over the years, this incident also faded out of people's sight. rare."

After getting an answer, another question arose in Zuo Yin's heart.

Since very few people know about it, how did Zhang Zhang and the others, who were only teenagers at the time, know about these past events.

The shadows of the trees are mottled, and the sun flickers in Zuo Yin's sight.

She reacted suddenly and looked at Shen Qingzi: "Is it Chen Yihe..."

Shen Qingzi didn't nod or shake her head, she just reminded: "Xiaoyin, there will be more rumors like this recently, you have to protect yourself and don't stand out rashly."

Zuo Yin was naturally unwilling, she was the one who initiated this matter, and she simply couldn't do it if she was asked to stand by and do nothing.

"No." Zuo Yin firmly vetoed.

"The teacher helped me eliminate my demerits and took in me who was homeless. He has helped me so much, and I will do my best to shut up those who speculate about you at will." Zuo Yin said again.

At the beginning, Zhang Zhang, who she could hate just by hearing the word "Shen Qingzi", was speechless.

Coupled with the fetters of getting along with each other these days, Zuo Yin will definitely not choose to remain silent in order to protect herself.

The car drove into the studio, and the rose vines on the shelf had been pruned, and the cut yellow and green pieces were scattered all over the ground, and they were run over by the car, making a rattling sound.

It was also like Shen Qingzi's mood when she heard Zuo Yin's words.

She shook her head, parked the car in front of the studio, and said to the girl beside her: "Those are just a little effort, and it's not worth it for you, Xiaoyin."

After finishing speaking, Shen Qingzi walked into the low and small western-style building, the sun was weakened by the thin clouds in front of her, but it was still warm.

Zuo Yin followed Shen Qingzi up to the second floor, and saw a brand new easel in the painting area at some point, and the cabinets on one side were also very clean.

Shen Qingzi stood beside the easel, "I prepared it for you, are you satisfied?"

Zuo Yin looked at all this and more than a satisfaction can be summed up.

The paint neatly placed next to the easel is a high-end product that Zuo Yin is reluctant to buy. The bristles of the brush are soft and strong, and there are delicate patterns engraved on the thin barrel.

Zuo Yin's fingers slowly slid across the brush's high-grade bristles, and a slight tingling sensation grazed her soft fingertips.

The topic that had just been stopped suddenly stirred up in Zuo Yin's heart again, she put down the pen in her hand, and vowed to Shen Qingzi: "If these things are easy for the teacher, then it is easy for me to protect the teacher. "

Shen Qingzi glanced at Zuo Yin quite unexpectedly, the girl's back was straightened, as if nothing could make her bow down.

Shen Qingzi's eyes trembled slightly, she didn't expect Zuo Yin to be so persistent in this matter, at a time when everyone chose to be wise and safe, this child still refused to back down.

Shen Qingzi's tone became more gentle, and she said: "Xiaoyin, I don't want to be criticized as much as I am. You are my student, I hope you can be clean and take good care of your feathers."

"The teacher also said that I can't live up to what you expect." Zuo Yin still denied it.

She wasn't a swan who came out of the pure world, her feathers were already black when she got stuck in the mud, and she wasn't afraid of anyone splashing dirty water on her.

In the past when Shen Qingzi was slandered, she was not by her side and had no right to defend her, but now she has no reason to retreat.

Through the glass, Shen Qingzi saw Zuo Yin's unspoken psychology clearly.

The girl's eyes are black and pure, like the most precious black pearls in the world.

And this is exactly what Shen Qingzi is worried about.

She couldn't bear to see Zuo Yin get into those dirty things because of herself, even if it was black, it couldn't be stained with any other color.

"Xiaoyin, this turmoil will pass soon. They have no other place to attack me except my life experience." Shen Qingzi walked to a painting, which was Zuoyin's painting in Chen A glimpse of a painting in a painting exhibition.

The magnificent and colorful colors bloomed clusters of the most delicate and realistic flowers. The rose climbed its thorny vines and wrapped around the body of the girl in the painting. There was no despair written in the clear and clear eyes like glass beads, but a desire for death. And hope.

"You have to remember that a painter's weapon is never the mouth, but the paintbrush in his hand." Shen Qingzi said thoughtfully, looking at the painting on the easel.

"I'll shut them up, don't worry."

The breeze pushed the clouds on the horizon to move slowly, and the sunlight was fully released, illuminating every corner of the room profusely.

The shadows of the two are projected on the ground, as if leaning side by side.

The red and white carps in the pond in early winter are leisurely diving under the floating duckweed, spitting round bubbles one by one towards the water surface.

Suddenly, it seemed to have sensed something, and floated up the pond wagging its tail. At this time, countless students poured out from the teaching building not far away.

Yuan Yuan, who helped Zuoyin to go to the teaching building ahead of time, took a paint schoolbag and walked slowly into the teaching building against the crowd with two bags on his back.

As soon as Zuo Yin entered the classroom, Yuan Yuan's voice came over, "Xiao Yin! We are here!"

Zuo Yin searched for the sound and looked up. Yuan Yuan was still sitting in the familiar fourth row in the middle, with two low ponytails tied up, waving vigorously at him.

Zuo Yin walked over and handed Yuan Yuan's things to her, and sat next to her near the aisle as usual.

"Thank you." Yuan Yuan looked at Zuo Yin with a smile, took out a small bun from her bag and pushed it to Zuo Yin, "It's for you."

"Thanks." Zuo Yin ate little at noon, and was really hungry in the second class in the afternoon.

"Small bread, I want it too!" Xu Xu stretched out his hand and leaned over to look at Yuan Yuan with a smile.

Yuan Yuan looked at the smirking Xu Xu, reluctantly took out a flat bun and gave it to her, "Take it."

"Why do you still treat them differently?" Xu Xu whispered in Yuan Yuan's ear and teased, and secretly glanced at Zuo Yin who was previewing the English text.

Yuan Yuan's earlobe was slightly reddened by Xu Xu's teasing, and he raised his hand to give her a blow.

As a result, the sneering action hadn't finished yet, when Yuan Yuan heard a boy behind him utter a rough "Fuck!".

I don't know if this sentence is contagious. After a second of silence, these two words rang out in the class.

Except for Zuo Yin, who is obsessed with not listening to things outside the window.

"Xiaoyin, your Teacher Shen has won an award again!"

Before Zuo Yin could react to Yuan Yuan's words, she saw her holding the phone in front of her excitedly.

The report of the school news agency has been blown up, and the bold bold takes up a whole page.

——Shen Qingzi was silent for five years, and won the gold medal of the Italian National Art Exhibition again.

Zuoyin blinked her eyes in disbelief, a surge of joy surged in her heart, washing her brain and heart.

Added a touch of irrepressible excitement to her usual flat mood.

Is this the weapon Shen Qingzi told herself that day?

Indeed, speaking with works is the best way to quell all the gossip.

Shen Qingzi is worthy of being called Shen Qingzi.

As Zuo Yin thought about it, the phone in his pocket buzzed and vibrated.

Zuo Yin took out her mobile phone, and the three bold characters "Shen Qingzi" jumped on the screen, stepping on her heart one by one.