You have a bamboo horse waiting to be checked

It is different for professional people, the paints are in hand, but they are all processed in half a class, and when the others come back from class, Ling Yifeng has already cleaned up the things, hiding his merits and fame.

Ling Yifeng borrowed a pair of scissors, cut open the mineral water bottle, poured some water into it, soaked the used paint brush, then poured some hot water into the bottle cap, and wiped the paint stuck to the paint cap with a napkin.

"I just twisted it for a long time, and there are still several tubes of paint that can't be used. You are too picky," Ling Yifeng said helplessly while wiping, "If you don't wipe it clean, when the paint dries, it will definitely stick. "

"Usually, there is no one to use it, so I can't pay attention to it." Qi Zhongshan rubbed it up, "This semester you are the first."

"I don't believe that no one in the class has ever learned to draw." Ling Yifeng smiled, "It's mainly because I'm free, and I also draw when I'm idle."

Qi Zhongshan was silent for a long time before he said: "No. Whose time is not time."

His hands were stained with a little light yellow paint, which didn't make people feel that they were stained, but unexpectedly looked good.

The goose yellow skin is very picky - I didn't notice that his hands are so white, and they are several degrees whiter than his body. I don't know if he got tanned after playing basketball.Ling Yifeng thought about it for a while.

Soon after the aftermath work was completed, Ling Yifeng stretched his waist, leaned against the classroom wall, followed the hands that made people unable to move his eyes, squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Qi Zhongshan.

Qi Zhongshan blinked in confusion.

Ling Yifeng looked at Qi Zhongshan and found that Qi Chongshan was very cute in this state, probably because he was calm most of the time, and he looked confident, but occasionally he showed a confused expression, which was particularly cute, like a confused child. Purely without impurities.

Ling Yifeng suddenly felt that he was quite vicissitudes in comparison, a look told a story, and it was only natural to light a cigarette.

If this person was not Qi Zhongshan, he would probably feel a little touched by this moment.

"What's wrong?" Qi Zhongshan waited patiently for him to recover before asking.

"It's okay." Ling Yifeng's eyes dodged for a while, and he circled behind Qi Zhongshan, "I'm in a daze."

There are also three boys in the last row on the other side of the wall in the classroom behind Qi Zhongshan. At this time, one of them is leaning back, pretending to lie on the other leg, and then the third person pushes him down. The three of them are laughing and laughing. Get into a ball.

Speaking of which, he and Ye Yiming, and Ye Yiming and Qi Zhongshan often had quarrels, but the three of them had never messed around together.

Ling Yifeng made up his mind silently.

If Ye Yiming fell on him, he might rub Ye Yiming's head and throw him to the ground, but if Qi Chongshan...

Ling Yifeng took a deep breath.

...Fuck it, why don't you think about it, it's really idle.

No wonder he was free to explain to Qi Zhongshan and handed him chalk, and in the end he rolled up his sleeves.

Go crazy.

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When school was over, Ling Yifeng stayed until the end, leaning against the wall while holding a lollipop in his mouth, drawing finger paintings with his mobile phone.

After finishing the painting, he opened Weibo, threw the painting up, put a watermark on it, and then transferred it to the space.

A wave of people liked it.

Qi Zhongshan's guess was actually wrong. After the original account that added him was discarded, this is Ling Yifeng's large account, adding a lot of customers and a bunch of scattered classmates.But because he doesn't use it very much, he rarely even logs in, so his level is very low, and he looks rather shabby.

He glanced at the comments below, and they were basically praises that were not nutritious. Fortunately, there was another one that was a solicitation. After he picked it out, he didn't look at it carefully. The phone suddenly vibrated, and he slid his finger up. , connected the phone.

It's Qi Ming.

"What's the matter?" Ling Yifeng switched back to the original interface and continued watching while plugging in the earphones.

"It's nothing, but your brother is back," Qi Ming said, "He asked if you are coming back for dinner tonight?"

came back.

Ling Yifeng suddenly felt like laughing.

"Don't bother the two of you, we're just getting married." Ling Yifeng's voice was a bit ambiguous, concealing his emotions well, and he replied "order accepted" to the comments on the phone, and clicked back to the chat interface. Staring at the message sent in an instant, "Hey, brother, can you ask Duan Yu if he can lend me the cat? I just received an order here for color lead painting. I read the private request over there. It feels realistic, and I’m afraid I can’t draw well without cats.”

"Take mine." Qi Ming seemed to be arranging the drawing paper, "I drew butter when I was bored."

"Butter" is the name of the orange cat, with well-developed cheeks and a big round face. It can be said that everyone loves it, and it is more than enough to be a model. Basically, everyone in the studio has painted it.

"Come on, thank you for your level." Ling Yifeng clicked his tongue, "I'm just halfway to earn some pocket money, and I'm not a business man."

"As much as you want, I'll give you pocket money. I didn't pay much attention to that painting." Qi Ming paused, "What's in your mouth? Are you smoking again?"

"Ah," Ling Yifeng didn't affirm or deny it, maintaining his character as a rebellious teenager, and quickly changed the subject, "You can't just draw butter, there is a picture of a boy hugging a cat purring, I don't know What is it for? Otherwise, you can draw my brother and butter."

Qi Ming was suddenly happy: "You also know that what you want is a 'boy', do you think your brother looks like him, he is already in the middle of the third year."

"Hearing your tone is quite disgusting." Ling Yifeng also laughed for a long time, "Okay, I just want to borrow the butter and take the opportunity to lick the cat."

"Then who are you going to draw holding the cat?" Qi Ming asked him, "Qi Chongshan?"

"I..." Ling Yifeng was at a loss for words for a while, "Does it have to be Qi Chongshan? I have a way to find someone, so I don't need to trouble you."

"Who else can you look for besides Qi Zhongshan?" Qi Ming dragged his long voice lazily, "Bring him to the studio as a model. The young man looked good when he was young. Let me see what the real person looks like now, so I can judge you The current level of painting."

"Human Xueba has no time." Ling Yifeng didn't bother to explain so much to him, "You think everyone has as much free time as I do."

"I can do it," a familiar voice suddenly came from behind, and Ling Yifeng almost fell off the chair in fright, "Do you want to hug a cat?"

He immediately turned his head to look at the source of the sound. Qi Zhongshan was standing at the back door with a broom, looking at him suspiciously.

The author has something to say: finger painting, as the name suggests, draws with fingers.

Speaking of finger painting, the avatar of my column is the www painting scum of my best friend's finger painting, which can be said to be very admirable 233333