Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

In the first oil painting class when I entered school, the teacher gave me an assignment, requiring me to draw an oil painting with the theme of "love".

The courses of the oil painting major are different from other majors. They are usually completed in one day. In the studio, both students and teachers are free, and the instructor will occasionally stop by to teach students some techniques or point out deficiencies.

After assigning the homework, the teacher walked leisurely out of the studio.

While others were thinking about how to draw, Shi Rong had already started taking action. He squeezed the paint into the palette, laid the canvas, and started painting.

There have always been few things that interest Shi Rong. Painting is the only thing he likes and wants to do from the bottom of his heart. Once he is immersed in it, it is difficult for anyone to disturb him.

"Shi Rong..." Mi Rong's easel was placed right next to Shi Rong. He struggled for a long time and finally couldn't help calling Shi Rong.

Shi Rong already had a sketch in his mind. He simply sketched a few strokes to determine the position, then changed the brush and dipped some paint in it, and began to add color and blend.

Shi Rong's indifferent attitude made Mi Rong bite his lips. He reflexively wanted to find Song Jia, but suddenly remembered that there were several people between Song Jia and him.

In desperation, he could only raise his voice slightly and shouted again: "Shi Rong..."

The brush in Shi Rong's hand deftly spreads color on the canvas, with an extremely focused expression, her beautiful eyes are shining brightly, and her profile is incredibly delicate.

Mi Rong considers herself to be a good-tempered person and has been kind to others for so many years. He didn't understand where he offended Shi Rong, and why did Shi Rong humiliate him again and again?

It's too stingy.

If it weren't for thanking that man...

Mi Rong's face suddenly turned red when he thought of the handsome man who had silently paid the bill at the Haoting Club and helped him out.

Song Jia's teasing voice came to mind: "He helped us out silently without leaving his name. Xiaomi, isn't this Fu Zhijing too gentleman? Do you think he will... like you?"

"How is that possible? Xiaojia, don't talk nonsense. Maybe he helped us for Shi Rong's sake... Moreover, that time I accidentally ran into his arms and he pushed me down... "

"That's not necessarily true. You ran into his arms too fast that time, and maybe he didn't even see that it was you, so he threw you away. Shi Rong hates us so much, how could he let us pay the bill? So, he Most likely I am interested in you...hehehehe."

Thinking of that man's noble temperament, extremely handsome face, and gentle and considerate attitude towards Shi Rong... Mi Rong was a little dazed.

What is the relationship between Fu Zhijing and Shi Rong? Why did you pay him the bill at the Haoting Club? Is it possible that, as Song Jia said, Fu Zhijing really means that to him...

Thinking of this, Mi Rong plucked up the courage and pushed Shi Rong gently: "Shi Rong..."

With a "pop" sound, the paintbrush hit the back of Mi Rong's hand hard. At the same time, his face and body were also covered with paint, which looked particularly funny.

In an instant, Mi Rong's eyes turned red with grievance.

Shi Rong stared at Mi Rong with disgust and said in a very cold voice: "Mi Rong, haven't your family taught you not to disturb other people's work at will?"

Mi Rong choked and didn't know what to say for a moment. But soon, he squeezed out tears: "I don't want rice...and I'm looking for you because I have something very important to say..."

Shi Rong didn't care what his name was, and he wasn't interested in the "important things" Mi Rong said. He wiped the brush carefully with a tissue without raising his eyes: "Quiet, shut up."

Mi Rong was stimulated by Shi Rong's movements and impulsively said directly: "Even if this matter is related to Fu Zhijing, don't you want to hear it?"

The brush that blurred the color on the canvas flickered and stopped stiffly. Shi Rong lowered his eyes, slowly turned his head, and said in a sinister voice, almost as if squeezed out from between his teeth: "What did you say?"

What has something to do with Fu Zhijing? How could Mi Rong come into contact with Fu Zhijing? The pen in his hand was already shaking. Shi Rong tried hard to calm down, but the anxiety and anger in his heart could not be suppressed at all.

He stared into Mi Rong's eyes and asked word by word: "What's going on?"

Mi Rong felt a little happy when she saw Shi Rong losing his composure. Didn't Rong just tell him to shut up with an arrogant look? Why are you so anxious now?

He lowered his eyes shyly and did not elaborate: "He helped me... I want to thank him personally."

There was a buzzing in his head, Shi Rong's pupils widened slightly, and he became unresponsive. No matter what happened, Fu Zhijing would tell him in detail and never hide anything from him. But Fu Zhijing never mentioned what Mi Mi said to him...

Shi Rong thought about countless possibilities in his mind, but they were quickly rejected by himself. Fu Zhijing knew that he didn't like the rice, so how could he help it? Moreover, he did not believe that Fu Zhijing would hide this from him...

He believed in Fu Zhijing.

He only believed in Fu Zhijing.

Shi Rong continued to lift the pen and paint on the canvas. Whether what Mimi said was true or false, he would naturally come to the conclusion when he saw Fu Zhijing, and there was no need for him to be upset about it.

Seeing that Shi Rong quickly ignored him again, Mi Rong said in a hurried voice: "Shi Rong, I know you don't like me. But a person must repay kindness. Since he helped me, I must thank him. do you understand?"

"You want to thank him, why do you want to tell me?" Shi Rong put down his pen, his cold eyes seemed to be able to see directly into the depths of Mi Rong's heart: "Mi Rong, put away your little thoughts."

Mi Rong was frightened by Shi Rong's eyes and froze on the spot, silent.

Shi Rong's heart was not as calm as on the face, and her thoughts were as complicated as a tangled ball of wool, which was difficult to sort out. In order not to let herself think too much, Shi Rong immersed all her mind in the painting.

He was so absorbed in painting that he poured his deep emotions into his pen. All he could see was the painting that was gradually taking shape in front of him.

Until an extremely familiar voice interrupted his state: "My dear, what time is it? It's time for you to eat!"

Shi Rong woke up suddenly. When he raised his eyes, Fu Zhijing's handsome face was right in front of him. The studio was empty, he was the only one left, and it was extremely quiet.

"My dear, promise me you won't be so involved in painting in the future." Fu Zhijing knelt down and placed the lunch box next to Shi Rong with a serious look on his face. If he had something to do and didn't come to see Shi Rong today, would Rong Rong be hungry all day?

"Fu Zhijing." Shi Rong put down his brush and said nothing else, but asked the question that was bothering him: "Did you... help that rice?"