I am a god in script killing

Chapter 71 Rose's Funeral (5)
"That..." Bo Juan stood up, "Teacher is just taking a walk."

069:"……"

Don't lie, no one will believe this.

"That's right," the boy nodded clearly, as if "I believe it." He smiled and praised, "Teacher, you're in good health."

069:"……"

Yes, some people really believe it.

Unexpectedly, Bo Jun turned around and sat against the wall, looking at the boy in front of him with a good first impression.

This is a painting classroom. The boy sitting here is only wearing a thin summer shirt of school uniform. His exposed neck is slender and slender. His lips are red and his teeth are white. Eye.

But it can still be seen that the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, giving a slightly affectionate look.

He looked very good, even a little shy.

"Student, you are here alone." Bo Jun's eyes fell on the boy's summer white shirt and his exposed smooth skin, "Aren't you going to class?"

"I sneaked out." The boy was also leaning against the wall, sitting with his hands on his knees, his voice warm, "I came out to get some air if I couldn't figure it out, and came in when I saw no one in the drawing room."

"That's it." Bo Jun nodded and laughed, "What's your name, what grade are you in?"

"My name is Ren Huai," the boy also smiled, with two dimples on his face, "I'm from the third department of junior high school."

"Third year of junior high school," Bo Juan understood a little, "it's because the high school entrance examination is too stressful, it doesn't matter, they are all key students of Yucai Middle School, and they still can't pass the high school entrance examination."

"Yes," Ren Huai said softly, "They are all key students of Yucai Middle School."

The atmosphere became a little weird, and Bo Jun changed the subject as soon as he thought about it:
"Aren't you here to relax? Isn't it easier to get overwhelmed when the drawing room is alone?"

"Looking at the paintings can also relax your mind."

Ren Huai looked up at the largest painting in the exhibition area of ​​the studio, and Bo Jun also looked over:
It was an oil painting about the height of a person, and it can be seen that the artist's skill is superb——

The dancer in a tutu raises her right hand high and makes a graceful movement of raising her head and lowering her waist slightly. The body line outlined by the tight skirt is smooth and beautiful. Under the color of the light, the dance skirt looks like a blooming white rose. Bitten red rose half covered.

The picture is viewed from a high angle, and one can see the eyes of the dancer half covered by thick eyelashes, sad and immersed.

It seemed to contain tears, and it seemed to be embellished with shiny fragments at the corners of the eyes after makeup.

The magnificent rose is the only gorgeousness of this painting - but it may be that the painting simulates the color palette of stage lighting, and the rose heart that is too red is darker.

The signature is Su Xiao.

Bo Jun glanced at the name, and sighed softly:

"This man is so beautiful."

"Human beauty?" Ren Huai tilted his head, his eyes were full of doubts and emotions, the dark eyes were harmless, "Shouldn't it be the beauty of painting?"

"People aren't beautiful, and they can't be so beautiful in paintings," Bo Jun said with gentle eyebrows, "And if it's a photo, can't it be more beautiful?"

"That's right," Ren Huai raised the corner of his mouth in a small arc, and the smile disappeared after a few seconds, "It's the first time I've heard people comment on this painting like that."

"Listen to that," Bo Jun said, "Is this painting famous?"

"Well," Ren Huai's voice was soft and slow, "I won the special prize in the national middle school student painting competition."

"Ding Lingling——"

The bell rang in the school building, and the soothing prelude of Alice echoed in the hallway.

"get out of class is over, someone will be here soon," Ren Huai stood up, "Teacher, I'll go back first."

"Go." Bo Jun nodded, watching Jiang Huai open the door and leave.

After a while of footsteps leaving, 069 finally said: "It's okay, I'm leaving."

"Well, I'll sit down."

After finishing speaking, Bo Jun leaned against the wall, stared at the half-revealed face of the ballet dancer for a moment, and couldn't help but whisper:
"I ran into a ghost in broad daylight..."

(End of this chapter)