Shelf life love

There were very few people in the old teaching building, and this place was even more remote, and no one passed by for a long time.

Sunlight and buildings draw a dividing line between light and darkness, everything seems to stop suddenly, even the wind becomes quiet.

Qi Lin stood in the light, looking at the small mottled brick, the key in his hand seemed to find the door suddenly.

Not long ago on the boulevard, he saw a boy passing by on a bicycle and felt familiar.

That is not familiarity, but he also sat in the back seat, spread his hands and feet, and let the cyclist lead him to the other end of the campus.

The engraved lines on the bricks have been blurred, but the memory fragments are clearly illuminated by the light.

The person who carried him was Ye Zhuohan.

He covered his forehead, from gently to forcefully, but he still couldn't think of anything more, only a low voice in the back of his mind, but with a smile and a helpless voice, "Sit tight, or I won't carry you. "

The pupils were suddenly wet, tears welled up without warning, and the emotions came almost inexplicably.

Qi Lin raised his cheeks, took a deep breath, and pressed the indescribable touch back to his chest.

The light made his eyes hurt slightly, and the endless fragments were frozen on today's drawing paper and on the wall bricks of the past.He didn't know where the boy in the car came from and where he was going to ride.

"Brother?" The boy waited for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you? You really carved this painting? What a coincidence! I really am a genius!"

His thoughts were interrupted, Qi Lin was silent for a moment, and said: "Since you put the paint on me, you have said seven times that you are a genius."

The boy didn't mean to be ashamed at all, "Because I'm a genius! Hey brother, I was too scared when I was in the square, and then I realized that your shirt looks good with this color stained on it. You were too monotonous like that before. gone."

He's an interesting kid, and he's the same thing as the "Runaway" gang of dramatists.

Qi Lin said: "You haven't even been asked to pay, so you're still acting like a good boy?"

The boy rubbed the back of his head and laughed heartily.

Qi Lin said again: "I've changed my mind now."

The boy's smile froze on his face, keeping his mouth open, like a monkey with a big mouth.

After a while, the boy said with a sad face: "Actually, what you are wearing is not a high imitation, but a real high-end one? 3 yuan? Do you want me to compensate you?"

"It's a pity that you don't go to the Drama Academy." Qi Lin couldn't help laughing, "I mean the painting I drew, and now I don't want to give it to you as compensation for your spiritual loss."

"Scared me to death, scared me to death!" The boy smashed his chest, and said very generously: "Brother, my genius eyes have already seen that you like that painting, and there is a story in that painting. Then you Take it away, I don’t take away people’s beauty!”

Qi Lin received a call from HR, saying that the teacher who was in charge of recommending students by the school happened to be in the art gallery, and asked him if he wanted to meet.

Saying goodbye to the boy, Qi Lin took the painting tube and walked towards the art gallery.

The photo accidentally taken by the girl from the Academy of Fine Arts immediately became the hot topic of Ye Zhuohan Qi Linchao's Weibo.

Other CP Chaohua have special rules, CP fans will not go to personal fans to dance, and personal fans dare not go to CP Chaohua to take up space.

But Qi Lin and Ye Zhuohan are a legal couple, and they dance together in a proper way.

"Why did Linlin go to the Academy of Fine Arts? Does the blogger have any pictures? Not enough! I want more husbands!"

"The boss speaks dangerously, who is your husband? Don't you want it?"

"SRDS, I'm Linlin's Su fan, I also want to be called Linlin's husband!"

"Ye Zhuohan's Death Gaze.jpg"

"Ye Zhuohan's Death Gaze.jpg+1"

"The blogger didn't take the picture clearly, what exactly is Linlin painting?"

"It looks like a sketch, but why is there a large golden yellow? Shouldn't it be emerald green now?"

"Come here! I'm here to make up the picture! Linlin's painting is the tree-lined road in the south of our school. This road is very famous. It's so beautiful in autumn! [Linlin's painting clear version.jpg]"

"I only know that the blind boxes designed by Xiaoqi are all beautiful, and I thought that the watercolors painted by Xiaoqi are also so beautiful! Xiaoqi is really a treasure boy! He is handsome, kind-hearted and big baby!"

"Who said it wasn't? The high-end shirt was stained, and they lied to people that it was a 300 yuan high imitation hahaha!"

"The president is crying."

"Am I the only one who noticed that there are two boys on the bike?"

"Damn it! I found out too! I was able to solve crimes at the age of three, and I'm known as Female Conan! The background of this painting looks like autumn at first glance, but it's clearly spring now. Why did Linlin paint autumn in spring? Because what he thought of It’s autumn! This is not a sketch at all, it’s his painting of himself and the president!”

"Damn it, is Linlin so clingy to the CEO? The blogger said that Linlin went to the Academy of Fine Arts to recruit for the school. This is work! When I work, I have to fish for myself and the president's dog food!"

"It's so sweet, they're so sweet!"

"Wait a minute, although the building of 'Ye Zhuohan Death Gaze.jpg' has already been built. But I still want to say, you go and see the first one to mention death gaze, there will be surprises."

"Wori, it turned out to be Brother Antelope! Hahaha, since when did Brother become a fan of our Chaohua?"

"My brother actually signs in every day? I was laughed at!"

Just after Xu Quan had a small meeting for the team, he rushed to report to Ye Zhuohan, and saw them, Mr. Ye staring at the phone.

It's not a death stare like that, but it's suspected of being distracted.

Xu Quan cleared his throat, "Boss Ye."

What are you doing?Can you give it to me too?

Ye Zhuohan put down his phone and said seriously, "What's the matter?"

After Xu Quan finished speaking one by one, he took another look at Ye Zhuohan's phone.

According to Secretary Qiao's observation, Ye Zhuohan has been looking at this private mobile phone so frequently recently that he doesn't need to guess to know that he must be flirting with Qi Linqing.

Are all married men this sweet?Secretary Qiao thought to herself, it makes me want to fall in love a little too!But who is worthy of such a pretty me?

The clever and pretty secretary thought wrong this time, Ye Zhuohan was not flirting with Qi Linqing, but was browsing CP Chaochao.

Ye Zhuohan saved all the photos uploaded by the blogger, and the painting was enlarged and looked at several times.

Soon, he stood up from the armchair and walked to the French window, his eyes were unpredictable.

The Academy of Fine Arts is very large, and it takes a quarter of an hour to go from the South District to the East District.

On the way, Qi Lin noticed that the phone was vibrating.

【.Ye】: You were photographed.

【.Ye】: Screenshot of Weibo.jpg

【.Ye】: Xiao Meilong died laughing.jpg

Qi Lin raised his eyebrows, vaguely feeling that Ye Zhuohan deliberately used the wrong emoji to cover up something.

Maybe Xiao Meilong didn't die laughing.

Xiao Meilong is very melancholy.

Qi Lin didn't reply immediately, but clicked on Weibo.There are a lot of Aite reminders on the notification bar, which is the Weibo that Ye Zhuohan sent him.

Netizens with great powers have determined that the people in the painting are 100% him and Ye Zhuohan.

Qi Lin's hand holding the phone tightened involuntarily.

What about Ye Zhuohan?Did you see something too?

That's why the sudden "Xiao Meilong died laughing"?

What is Ye Zhuohan thinking now?

Qi Lin stood there for a while, then returned to WeChat.

【Great Sage Qi Tian】: Brother, you have something on your mind.

【Great Sage Qi Tian】: Can I draw well?

【.leaf】:……

【.Ye】: I have nothing on my mind.

【.Leaf】: Xiaomeilong is dignified.jpg

Qi Lin typed a string of characters and then deleted them.

【Great Sage Qi Tian】: You secretly checked Weibo during working hours again, I want to tell Secretary Xu.

The corners of Ye Zhuohan's lips raised slightly, and tenderness flashed in his heavy pupils.

【Great Sage Qi Tian】: Can I draw well?

【.Leaf】: Yes.

【Great Sage Qi Tian】: It's just okay?I drew the two of us.At this time you should give me a rainbow fart.

The "typing" on the dialog stalled for a long time.

Qi Lin licked his lower lip.

He deliberately tested Ye Zhuohan.He has no impression of the paintings on the back wall of the old teaching building, but he has forgotten too many things, so maybe he carved them.But it is also possible that it was carved by Ye Zhuohan.

He wanted to see Ye Zhuohan's reaction.

【.Ye】: The two of us?But we have not been to the Academy of Fine Arts.Moreover, the person in the painting is carrying a drawing board and is a student of the Academy of Fine Arts.

【.Ye】: Are you a soul painter?

【.Ye】: Xiao Meilong died laughing.jpg

Qi Lin scoffed lightly.

It seems that he is not the only one deliberately testing him, Ye Zhuohan is also testing him, it seems that he wants to judge whether he really remembers the past through his reaction.

In addition to the temptation, it is also whitewashed with emoticons and poor jokes.

Now is not a good time for a showdown, Qi Lin resisted the urge to ask questions directly.

【Great Sage Qi Tian】: Of course I imagined it.How can you become an excellent designer without a strong imagination?

[Great Sage Qi Tian]: But I think, if we had met earlier, we would have ridden a bicycle and passed through the golden landscape.

【.Ye】: You are so yellow.

Qi Lin: "..."

Brother, your way of getting off topic is very blunt, haven't you noticed?

【Great Sage Qi Tian】: A man can't be dirty without a slap.

【Great Sage Qi Tian】: Husband, don't pick out how much you sent.

The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected Ye Zhuohan's smile, but the emotion between his brows was elusive.

Qi Lin continued to walk towards the art gallery while reading the comments, and soon saw the article "an antelope sitting on a motorcycle".

It's not surprising that Ye Lingzheng paid attention to his conversation with Ye Zhuohan, but when he looked down, a familiar name appeared in the layer.

@猫琼鹿冷冷: Ye Zhuohan stares at death +111

Qi Lin: "Poof—"

The fairy brother is indeed a fairy, on the one hand, he is thinking deeply about it, and on the other hand, he is working hard to act as a small fan on Weibo.

Qi Lin sighed.

One of the popular comments is: "What is so cute about our Linlin?"

Qi Lin whispered to himself: "Our little Meilong is the cutest."

When he came to the art gallery, Qi Lin met five students and heard someone calling himself, "Qi Lin!"

He turned around and bumped into a man about his height in his field of vision.

The man grinned grinningly, his curly hair tied a tail behind his head, "Do you remember me? I'm Wang Xiaoai! We played football together in junior high school!"

Qi Lin smiled and said, "Of course I remember, later on you secretly gained points by relying on your art skills."

"Ah, ah!" Wang Xiaoai said, "You remember all of this!"

Qi Lin thought, just kidding, you have to remember it, if it wasn't for this incident, he wouldn't have studied art in high school at all.

After exchanging pleasantries, we talked about recruiting students.

Wang Xiaoai looked unreliable, but it was related to the employment of students, so she immediately sank down and introduced it quite seriously.

Although Qi Lin's purpose for this school recruitment is not pure, he really wants to find a few good seedlings.

The professional ability of the students recommended by the school is not bad, but the works are quite satisfactory, which does not quite meet the positioning of "running away".

On the contrary, the two or three students I saw in the square just now were full of spirit, including the boy who soiled his shirt.

"I was quite surprised when I received your application for school recruitment." Wang Xiaoai said: "I saw you on the hot search, and I confirmed for a long time that it was really you! Isn't the life of a wealthy family very exciting?"

Qi Lin said, "You're still gossiping."

Wang Xiaoai said: "Hi! We were old classmates. We played football and painted together. If I married into a wealthy family, wouldn't you gossip about it?"

Qi Lin: "..."

Seems to make sense?

"Wait, when did I draw with you?" Qi Lin said, "You started learning to draw in elementary school, and I only laid the foundation in high school."

"Oh? Have you forgotten, we took interest classes here together." Wang Xiaoai pointed to the South District, and said cheerfully: "You are in the basic class, and I am in the advanced class. It’s an interest class of the same series. At that time, you kept running to the teaching area of ​​our advanced class, and I thought you were looking for me. But you said you were looking for Brother Xiaolong.”