I went crazy holding my thighs in the vest

周六

Lu Jingshu put on her headphones and looked at the game screen on her phone. It was the training video sent by Zhao Yitao yesterday.

She took the lead to the back seat and sat down with her long legs spread.

Lu Siyin stepped onto the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt after sitting firmly. When he looked up again, there was a slender white hand in front of him, holding a bottle of strawberry yogurt.

She took it, held it to her mouth and took a sip, squinting her eyes comfortably.

Zhou Zipei looked at her deeply with smiling eyes, and then started the car.

Lu Siyin swallowed the yogurt in his mouth and asked him, "Do you want to go to the art exhibition with us today?"

Zhou Zipei hummed lazily and said in a strange tone: "I'm going to see what painting is so attractive that you can leave me and spend a weekend with it."

Lu Siyin: "..."

Living on campus every day, the freshman class is quite full, so the two of them basically have no chance to see each other. Occasionally they can only see each other on weekends.

If they have to rush for exams or make up classes, they won't be able to see each other even during weekends. The young lovers are obviously in the same city, and they feel like they are in a long-distance relationship.

So Zhou Zipei complained about Lu Siyin taking a day to go to the art exhibition, but he didn't stop him. He could only say a few indifferent words to express his grievances.

Lu Siyin took the last sip and held the bottle in his hand. Knowing that he was in the wrong, he touched the tip of his nose and remained silent.

I thought, if you dare to say "that painting is really not that good" when we get there, I will dig out your eyes! ! !

Half an hour later, we arrived at our destination.

The art exhibition was held in a villa. When you walked in, you had to pass through a long gallery. The walls on both sides of the slightly narrow corridor were hung with excellent works from all over the country.

After walking through the corridor, it suddenly becomes clear that the decoration in the hall is very artistic. In the center is an artificially decorated gurgling water, and the sound of the water is pleasant and clear.

There are easels scattered around, irregular but without the disgusting feeling of chaos. They are mixed with flowers and plants, exuding a light fragrance, like silk threads fluttering in the wind, lingering on the tip of the nose from time to time.

The theme of the first floor of the exhibition is "Quietness".

When Lu Siyin stepped here, his footsteps could not help but relax, and his mood relaxed.

Perhaps everyone who comes here to visit has this subconscious mind. There are many people on the first floor but it is not noisy. At this moment, young and old are conquered by art and feel the "quietness" brought by painting.

She has always had an unspeakable regret about painting.

It's like when a person reaches middle age and suddenly looks back, he suddenly remembers the regret that he had long abandoned when he was young.

There is no way to explain this feeling. Lu Siyin no longer remembers whether she had ever been exposed to painting before coming to this world, or maybe it was the remaining emotions of the original owner.

However, she still picked up the paintbrush the day after she came here, but she sat at the table for a long time without even drawing a single line.

It has been more than three years since then, hidden from everyone, from re-learning to independent creation.

A few months ago, someone saw a work she posted online and contacted her to see if she was interested in joining the "Chinese Artists Association."

Lu Siyin took one look and walked out, complaining, "Are all liars' acting skills so bad these days?"

For a week, the man kept asking the same question. This was the first time Lu Siyin saw such a persistent liar, so he replied with only three words: "Not interested." 】

Unexpectedly, the other party caught her plucking the wool and tried her best to persuade her: "Don't rush to reply. I am Wu Pan. If you think about it, contact me. Phone number: xxx..."

When Lu Siyin saw the word "Wu Pan", he immediately sat upright and felt ridiculous in his heart.

Wu Pan! ! !

This liar is so arrogant! In order to deceive her, "Wu Pan" could say anything! Do you really think she has no common sense?

Who is Wu Pan? That is the president of the Chinese Art Association. Who is she? Can a big boss like her?

Lu Siyin punched in the number. The moment the call was connected, her mouth was like a machine gun, not giving the other party a chance to speak: "Didn't I tell you that you liars didn't do your homework well before? Do you know that Wu Pan is Who is this person? Will the president of the People's Art Association take the initiative to send me a message? Am I a very cheap person? Even if you are cheating, you have to respect me at least!"

There was just one word said over there: "I..."

Lu Siyin became angry and said, "Don't say anything yet. This is no longer a question of whether you can lie to others or not. This is a question of attitude..."

She talked for five minutes, but there was no response from the other party, but she didn't hang up the phone either.

Hey, the other person is still a polite and well-educated liar.

After thinking about this, Lu Siyin's anger subsided and he shut up.

The person on the other side seemed to be afraid that she would continue with Bala for another ten minutes, so he hurriedly took advantage of the gap and said, "Hello, I am really Wu Pan."

His voice sounded like he was in his fifties or sixties. He was gentle and kind. He didn't get angry even after being lectured for more than ten minutes. Instead, he had a kind smile.

A crack appeared on Lu Siyin's face immediately: "..."

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From then on, she kept following Wu Pan and kept in touch until this time, her work was successfully included in one of the exhibitions held by the Artists Association.

Lu Siyin came back to his senses from the past, and his eyes fell on the painting in front of him.

After reading the paintings on the first floor, she felt a little uninterested. It's not that the paintings by others were not good, it can only be said that compared to the theme of "quietness", she preferred the "struggle" on the second floor, which was depressing but also filled with tenacity. hope.

When Lu Jingshu came here, she put away her mobile phone and looked at the paintings around her seriously and intently.

Zhou Zipei followed Lu Siyin with low interest and a lazy posture. Compared to the works here, the person in front of him was still more attractive to him.

He is really tall, and no one can ignore him wherever he stands. He is not wearing a suit jacket, and the hem of his well-fitting shirt is tucked into his trousers, which outlines his slender figure and thin waist. He has a dignified and elegant temperament.

Lu Siyin stood in front of a painting in the corner, looking down at it, his playful expression gone, and his serious expression even more attractive.

Zhou Zipei raised his eyebrows and followed her gaze. He saw an ordinary landscape painting, with endless mountains and green trees, as if wrapped in a layer of bright clothes. The white mist shrouded the top of the mountain and was hidden in it. , the flying bird is in the arms.

It fits the theme of "quietness" very well, but it's a bit too ordinary and has no characteristics. I can't tell what the author wants to express besides the word "quietness"?

For most people, just being consistent with the theme is enough, but Lu Siyin feels that this is far from enough. The painting is superficial, and it vaguely corresponds to the word "quiet", which is really a bit deliberate.

Zhou Zipei put his left hand on her shoulder, tangled his fingers in her hair, and watched her open her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a sudden shout.