[Korean Entertainment] First Love Notes

As time goes by, brows and eyes are erased.

Xu Xiuzhi brought Cui Shengxuan to her school, Ewha Womans University, which can be regarded as a very famous school in South Korea. Her major is not bad. Although the competition for employment is high, the prospect is very good.

Also because of this reason, the teaching facilities are also very well arranged, and many studios have been opened for students to study, and Xu Xiuzhi borrowed the key of a studio because of her good relationship with the studio teacher, and she was almost alone. Her usual paintings are completed here, including the materials she prepared for this competition. This is not the main classroom for classes, so few students come here. The environment is very quiet, except There were no human voices except the occasional wind.

"Wait first, I'll find a chair for you." Xu Xiuzhi put her bag on the only big table, and walked outside the studio as she spoke. The chairs are in another classroom. If you need a chair, you have to go there and apply. before you can take it.

Cui Shengxian looked around and found a not-so-empty studio. Apart from a few easels, the floor was piled up with various paints and brushes.

Each easel was covered with a piece of cloth. He squatted down and carefully opened the canvas. What caught his eye was a painting, or an unfinished painting. Why did he say it was not finished, because there was a lot of space in the middle of the painting? The big one is a portrait of a man, the part with the eyes is empty, and only the general shape is drawn.

Judging from the silhouette, it should be a portrait of a young man in a formal suit.

young man? !

"What are you looking at?" At this time, Xu Xiuzhi had moved the chair over, and when he arrived, he could only see Cui Shengxian squatting with her back as if he was watching something.

Hearing the voice, Cui Shengxian stood up quickly, almost stepping on the paintbrushes scattered on the ground, and was a little flustered for a while.

Xu Xiuzhi approached him, saw something behind him, and suddenly laughed out loud, it turned out to be this.

"Don't get me wrong, this is my dad." She knelt down and put away the paintbrush on the floor, and put it where it should be. She didn't have time to clean it up last time because she was too busy. The person on the painting was her Xu Mingzhi’s father Xu Mingzhi, when he was young, Xu Mingzhi looked no worse than Xiao Xianrou now, and he is still a proper little male god now, so the source gene is very important for things like looks, and she will definitely get married in the future Find a good-looking person, so that the child born will not be crooked!

dad?

Cui Shengxian took a look at the painting, and then at Xu Xiuzhi. Except for the eyebrows, the other facial features were quite similar. Also, because the eyes were not completely drawn, nothing could be seen for the time being.

"Sit down first." Xu Xiuzhi pushed the chair over while Cui Shengxian was still distracted looking at the painting. There was nothing to do today.

Cui Shengxian sat down obediently. Although he didn't know what Xu Xiuzhi wanted to do, he was always obedient.

Seeing him sitting down properly, with his hands obediently placed in front of him, Xu Xiuzhi gave him a rewarding kiss on his cheek.

Cui Shengxian, "!!!" Happiness is always so unexpected, he likes it!

Xu Xiuzhi succeeded in getting a shy and arrogant Sheng Xianjun. She rubbed his hair and smiled, and brought an easel from another place with a piece of drawing paper clipped on it. She only kicked a pencil in her hand. eraser.

That's enough.

Cui Shengxian froze in place, and his hands didn't move. He kept this movement for a long time, and the expression on his face could not speak. Later, Xu Xiuzhi couldn't bear it anymore and said, "You can move as you want, as long as you sit It's okay." He doesn't feel bad, but she feels bad when she sees him like this, how tiring it is.

"..." Hearing that Xu Xiuzhi said that he could move, Cui Shengxian carefully twisted his body to relieve his sore body that had been immobile for a long time. Although he said so, he heard that the model was not Can't move?Did his moving like this affect her?

Seeing Xu Xiuzhi speeding up the movements of her hands, Cui Shengxian could only see her sliding the pen up and down, not knowing where she was drawing, so she looked forward to it.

After a while, when Cui Shengxian was about to shake it again, Xu Xiuzhi spoke, and conveniently put the pen behind his ear, squinted his eyes and smiled, looking very satisfied, "Okay."

Cui Shengxian stood up and walked to her side, resisting the numbness in his legs.

The person in the painting is him, a little familiar and a little strange, so he is like this?

With his eyes downcast, the shadows under his eyes are carefully depicted in the painting. His sideways gaze looks a little sharp and paranoid. The small movements on his body all show his discomfort. The reason for his discomfort should be more than just His movements were more like resisting and repelling something, holding something tightly in his hand, but it was empty, Xu Xiuzhi didn't draw it.

"See what?"

Cui Shengxian shook his head subconsciously.

Xu Xiuzhi glanced at him, he was clearly lying, she looked away and did not speak, she was silent for a while before saying, "What do you want?" Cui Shengxian said that he likes the stage, but the stage is now biased towards the public Yes, his overly obstinate dreams were not accepted, not by the masses.

Underground, is it really what he wants?

Roller, is it really what he wants?

Cui Shengxian froze for a moment, what did he want?

What does he want?

hip hop?It shouldn't be like this.

Hiphop is actually just a mouth to vent. What he wants to vent is his inner anger. Simple words cannot do it, but hiphop can, openly and presumptuously, say what he usually hides in his heart.

"Nuna..." Cui Shengxian lowered his head, his eyes were so dark that he couldn't see anything.

Xu Xiuzhi gently pulled him to sit down beside her, with his hand next to his, trying to give him a sense of security.

"I don't like that teacher, I hate her...",

"My friend died in a car accident, but she just taunted...",

"Because we are poor students, we don't like to study, we fight and cause trouble every day..."

"I hate her, but there's nothing I can do..."

Since he was a child, he has experienced a lot, including isolation and bullying. The more he is like this, the more he resists. He can’t say this in family education, but it doesn’t mean he can’t sing. Hip-hop is not only a dream for him, but also a dream. Like a kind of redemption, the dark side is a kind of redemption for him.

Xu Xiuzhi reached out to hug him, she understood what he wanted to express, he was like a person in a whirlpool, using so-called hiphop to cover up the extreme anxiety in his heart, a beast in fear, no Know when it will explode and when it will die.

A person who wanders outside the mainstream, Xu Xiuzhi wants to try to bring him back, just like her in the past.

"I'll give this to you." Xu Xiuzhi let go of him, took off the clip that held the drawing paper, and took down the painting. I'd better do it myself if she didn't fill in the blanks on purpose.