When I woke up my girlfriend was gone

Zuo Yin looked at the news on the phone, and his heart was instantly filled with anticipation and surprise.

She walked to the door cautiously and opened it, and a large piece of light fell from the room, illuminating the corridor at the door.

Shen Qingzi appeared at the door wearing a light gray nightdress.

The freshly washed long hair hangs softly on the shoulders, and the fragrance of the shampoo that hasn't dissipated gently hugs Zuo Yin.

"Won't my uncle and aunt find out?"

The surrounding environment was too quiet, which exacerbated Zuo Yin's worries.

"It's okay, they are all asleep at this point."

After speaking, Shen Qingzi put her arms around Zuo Yin's waist, half pushed and half carried her into the bedroom.

Close the door, lock it.

The tip of Shen Qingzi's nose was pressed against Zuo Yin's shoulder, like a patient who was extremely insecure, she gently sniffed the scent that could bring her peace of mind, "The main reason is... I miss you."

Shen Qingzi's voice was a little softer than usual, Zuo Yin looked at this person who was about the same size as her, and stretched out her hand to rub her head, "Teacher, you are so clingy."

Shen Qingzi looked up at Zuoyin, shrugged her nose and let out a "hum", and said, "Today is limited."

Zuo Yin smiled, didn't bargain with Shen Qingzi any more, and fell down on the bed with her arms around her waist.

The room was quiet, Shen Qingzi was like a beautiful and soft puppet cat, lazily lying on Zuo Yin's body.

Smell her smell, and then dye her own smell on her body.

"It scared you today." Shen Qingzi leaned on Zuo Yin's arm and looked up at her slightly.

Zuo Yin rubbed Shen Qingzi's head and admitted, "Well, I'm in a cold sweat."

"I was also taken aback." Shen Qingzi still feels very lucky when she thinks about it now, "However, fortunately, neither my father nor mother can accept us as they imagined."

Zuo Yin also nodded, "Uncle told me that he had noticed it a long time ago. He seemed to be trying to scare me on purpose."

"The old couple seem to have noticed something. Just now, my mother praised you for being so heroic." Shen Qingzi rolled her eyes unconsciously as she recalled.

Just when Shen Qingzi was about to continue talking, Zuo Yin turned her body slightly, and leaned her face into Shen Qingzi's arms.

Shen Qingzi's heart was tickled by Zuo Yin's actions, she rubbed Zuo Yin's small face, and said, "Why, are you being ashamed by my mother's praise?"

Zuo Yin shook her head, she was not just shy, but saw a deeper level of worry through Dean Shen and his wife today.

"I don't know if my mother will be as enlightened as my uncle and aunt." Zuo Yin said.

Shen Qingzi suppressed the joke on her face, and said: "Let's try it together, how will we know if we don't try? Your mother will know sooner or later, won't she?"

Zuo Yin nodded, rubbing her little head in Shen Qingzi's arms, and then said: "Let's wait, I want to wait until I get the prize before I have a showdown with her."

Today, the layer of window paper with Dean Shen was accidentally punctured, but the next layer, we can't expect the love of fate.

What's more, Zuo Lan is different from Shen Lai.

Zuo Yin is the person who knows her temperament best. If Zuo Lan recognizes something she refuses to accept, she will definitely swear.

At that time, hurting yourself is secondary.

If Zuo Lan hurt Shen Qingzi, Zuo Yin would definitely blame herself to death.

She swore an oath to Dean Shen just now.

Shen Qingzi also knew that this kind of thing needs to be sidelined, so she let Zuo Lan accept it little by little, so she nodded: "Well, I'll listen to you."

"Teacher." Zuo Yin called softly in Shen Qingzi's ear.

I don't know if it was her doing something wrong on purpose, or breathing out unintentionally.

The warm breath slipped into Shen Qingzi's heart, instantly igniting her desire to miss alone in the room just now.

Silent tacit understanding.

The bed sheet was slightly wrinkled, Zuo Yin hugged Shen Qingzi's waist and sat her on her body with ease, kissing her predatorily.

In this room, Shen Qingzi was not the only one who was extremely hungry.

After a deep kiss, Zuo Yin let go of Shen Qingzi until both of them were a little hypoxic.

The silver thread gleamed decadently under the light, and Shen Qingzi lay on Zuo Yin's body, looking at her with blurred eyes.The slender arms rested lazily on Zuo Yin's shoulders, and the waist was lowered without a grip, like a continuous upward mountain, winding and smooth, tempting to go deep.

Zuo Yin stared intently at Shen Qingzi, at the person whom she was truly hugging.

"I didn't expect that I could still be like this with my teacher."

"Fool, what are you lamenting?" Shen Qingzi leaned into Zuo Yin's arms, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

She also never imagined that she and Zuo Yin would have such a day, planning the future together.

"I want to always be like this with the teacher, and never be separated." Zuo Yin said.

"That's a lifetime, just more or less."

Saying that, Shen Qingzi leaned in front of Zuo Yin again, held her face and gently pecked her crystal lips.

"Well. Just more and less."

Zuo Yin returned the same kiss, her slender fingers traced the slightly raised spine under the skin, and probed further away.

The beginning of the new semester is accompanied by the arrival of the breath of spring, the cold winter is driven away, and the sun becomes warmer.

The winter jasmine and forsythia in the flower bed have sprouted buds, and the golden flowers are so heavy that the branches hang down.

The breeze blows, and the fragrance is far and overflowing.

The classroom with its windows open catches all the fragrance of these flowers, accompanied by the portraits drawn by the students, filling the room with the artistic conception of spring.

But in the back row of this classroom, Zuo Yin is not so leisurely.

Her hand holding the paintbrush was a little careless, and the draft she drew was not satisfactory. From time to time, her eyes would look up at the round clock on the wall.

The black pointer is only a little away from the number 12, and every click of the second hand lands on Zuo Yin's heart.

Today is the day when the winners of the exhibition are announced.

Zuo Yin has never been so nervous and anxious as today.

She didn't sleep well last night. For the first time, she was worried that she would not win the award and that she would disappoint Shen Qingzi.

Finally, when the time came to ten o'clock, Zuo Yin looked at Xu Ji secretly on the podium, took out his mobile phone and nervously clicked on the official website of the exhibition.

On the rotation interface of the official website, there was a picture of himself!

The introduction below clearly states the gold medal works of the 8th National Oil Painting Exhibition.

Zuo Yin's heart that had been beating nervously fell steadily at this moment, and she let out a long sigh of relief, with the corners of her mouth raised.

Shen Lai asked her to do what she did, and she won the award.

She lived up to anyone's expectations!

"Wow wow wow! Xiaoyin Xiaoyin! Gold medal!"

Zuo Yin was still secretly jumping with joy in her heart, but there was a sound of excitement and jumping in her ears.

Yuan Yuan and Xu Xu held their mobile phones, the joy on their faces was self-evident.

Xu Xu: "My God, you are too good! Just because of this, the scholarship for the next four years in college will be unstable!"

Yuan Yuan: "Really, Xiaoyin, you are a legendary friend, right? Your debut is the pinnacle! Awesome!"

These two people were even more excited than Zuo Yin again, suppressing their voices and being extremely excited, as if they were the ones who won the prize.

Zuo Yin also followed them with a smile in his eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Snapped!"

An especially ear-piercing sound of pens breaking rang from the ears of the three of them.

The jealousy that couldn't be hidden in Zhang Zhang's eyes was burning, turning into impotent anger.

She suddenly turned her head to look at the three people, and reminded in a cold voice: "Can you draw well? This is a class, can you not disturb others?! Isn't it just an award?"

This is not the first time Zhang Zhang is looking for trouble, and Yuan Yuan doesn't want to be used to Zhang Zhang's bad temper anymore, so he replied, "You are sitting in front of us, what can we do, no matter how quiet our voice is, you can hear us, right?" ?”

Seeing that Yuan Yuan, who is usually a bully from Buddhism, dared to refute her, Zhang Zhang became even angrier, "What do you mean, is there any reason for you to disturb the classroom order?"

"Don't label us, we've disturbed the order there, except for you, everyone is drawing well." Zuo Yin retorted coldly, "You are not paying attention, you can hear everything we say."

"It's really different if you win the award. The teacher didn't say anything. What are you doing here?" Zhang Zhang gave Zuo Yin a white look.

"Yo, the discussion was quite lively, wasn't it?"

Really say the teacher, the teacher will arrive.

Xu Ji walked over to the four of them with his hands behind his back.

"Is the painting on display with the list of winners? I don't think some students are convinced?" Xu Ji glanced at Zhang Zhang deliberately as he spoke.

The coward didn't dare to say a word, and lowered his head, frightened half to death.

"What award did you win?" Xu Ji asked, standing beside Zuo Yin.

"Gold Award." Zuo Yin replied.

Xu Ji was surprised and delighted at the same time. He looked at the little girl with a promising future in front of him, and patted her on the shoulder: "Wrong, she is indeed Xiaozi's student, and she is worthy of her."

Zuo Yin feels that there is nothing more joyful than being recognized by the elders.

She smiled restrainedly and said, "Thank you teacher."

"Okay, I think your mind is not in this class anymore, go, go to the studio." Xu Ji waved his hand as he said, signaling Zuo Yin to go.

Zuo Yin's thoughts had already flown to the studio. When she heard Xu Ji say that, she didn't hesitate, said "Thank you teacher" and neatly packed her things and left the classroom.

She didn't call Shen Qingzi or send a message.

She knew she was in the studio and she wanted to surprise her.

The spring breeze passed through the bus compartment, blowing Zuoyin's cheeks, endowing her with tenderness.

Bean-sized beads of sweat carry the girl's fragrance accumulated from her forehead, passing over her slightly flushed cheeks, flowing down her neck, passing her collarbone temptingly, and she is about to fall into the abyss of sin, but she is blown by the wind. Off course.

Zuo Yin walked through the spring-filled studio garden and ran towards Shen Qingzi's small western-style building.

Breathing out a mouthful of hot air from the violently heaving chest, she slammed open the door, excitedly wanting to share her joy with Shen Qingzi.

But the moment she walked into the studio, the smile on her face froze.

She saw Shen Qingzi sitting on the sofa in the living room of the studio, facing a slender woman in a gray checked cheongsam.

Even though it was covered by long hair, Zuo Yin recognized the owner of the cheongsam at a glance.

It's Zuo Lan.

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