Shelf life love

In early spring, the pear blossoms in the Academy of Fine Arts bloomed, looking like a pink cloud from a distance, and the mottled old teaching buildings loomed in the "cloud".

In the winter of last year, after careful consideration, Qi Lin enrolled in a painting basic interest class at the Yuecheng Academy of Fine Arts. The classes were held all day on weekends, and also on Tuesday and Thursday nights.

"Mom, are you crazy?" Chen Jinsi folded his hands in front of his chest, his eyes stared like copper bells, "Brother Lin, you don't squander your wonderful youth with us, and you actually go to suffer by yourself? What kind of peerless are you?" Big Sabie?"

"You are the peerless Shabi!" He kicked over, "Learning to paint can cultivate your sentiments, understand? Remember the words of the great man, youth is for learning, not for squandering!"

Chen Jinsi asked suspiciously: "Which great man? I have memorized many quotations from great men for writing essays. Why haven't I seen this sentence?"

Qi Lin pointed to himself, "Of course it's your father, Qi Linqi!"

Zou Jiao laughed at the side, "I bet 100 yuan that Lao Qi will not be able to continue studying in less than a month. I don't know Lao Qi yet, he is enthusiastic about learning everything for 3 minutes."

Chen Jin thought for a while, "That's true. All right, I'll bet 100 yuan too!"

Qi Lin didn't take his brothers' disapproval seriously.But after studying for a whole winter, he didn't even miss the winter vacation. He couldn't even hand in the homework assigned by the teacher, and he took the initiative to practice more when he had extra time. This was quite surprising to him.

Zou Jiao is right, he does have only 3 minutes of enthusiasm in doing things, for example, he learned the piano well, but then wants to learn folk dance, after all, he is a monkey who moves bags.

But this time, he seemed to have found his true love, and after learning about it for more than four months, he didn't get tired of it at all.

The only trouble is that No. [-] Middle School is a little far away from the Academy of Fine Arts. In the first semester of high school, we are divided into liberal arts and science classes, and the head teacher is replaced by physics teacher Liu Yuan. This eldest brother relies on himself as the head teacher, and Lao Ai comes to add physics after school in the afternoon. class.

Qi Lin is still the representative of the physics class. Even if he is 1 unhappy, he still has to obediently hand out the papers and collect them, and sometimes he will be called by Lao Liu to the office to make a small fuss.

Lao Liu took good care of him and planned to put him in the physics Olympiad class of the second year of high school.

But he was brutally rejected.

Lao Liu was a little sad, "You are such a smart kid, why don't you have the consciousness to pursue competition?"

He was in a hurry to go to the Academy of Fine Arts to take classes, "Mr. Liu, I was hit by a competition when I was in junior high school, which left me with psychological trauma. The doctor said that it is best not to touch competitions in my life, or I may become depressed."

Old Liu was surprised and regretted, "The body is still the most important thing, if you really don't want to, then forget it."

Leaving the office of the physics group, Qi Linchang let out a sigh of relief, grabbed his schoolbag and drawing board and ran straight outside the school gate.

Today is Tuesday, and the Academy of Fine Arts starts classes at 6:5 in the evening. It is already [-]:[-], and it is too late for dinner.

When he arrived at the Xiaonan Gate of the Academy of Fine Arts, Qi Lin wanted to rush to the classroom, but the smell in the alley made him unable to move.

His stomach made a long series of whines, as if he didn't sit down and fill his stomach, and his stomach would cry for the whole class later.

"Boss! Three taels of cold noodles and a bowl of brown sugar cold cake! Hurry up!"

While eating cold noodles at a speed of sprinting [-] meters, Qi Lin was so hot that tears burst into tears, and at the same time he secretly poked and made excuses for himself-it's not my greed, it's my stomach that threatens me!

How can a handsome guy let his classmates and teachers hear his stomach crowing?

Speaking of it, Qi Lin is quite narcissistic, not to mention a ton of idol baggage, at least five hundred catties.

He is handsome, sunny and cheerful, wearing the glory of the junior high school football competition area champion. He became the class coach as soon as he was assigned a class in the first year of high school, and he was selected as the class grass after a short time. Every morning when he does radio gymnastics, there is always a girl from the next class Look at him blatantly.

Although he is temporarily not interested in dating, he pays special attention to his image.

"No, since you don't want to find a girlfriend, why are you pretending to be coercive?" Chen Jinsi said, "If you don't get tired of carrying you all day, I'll do it for you."

"This is the social responsibility of being a super grass." He raised his eyebrows as he said, "My super grass is the idol on campus, and I have to be responsible for the dreams of the majority of female students!"

Chen Jinsi rolled his eyes: "You are enough, you are really enough!"

After finishing the cold noodles and cold cakes in 5 minutes, Qi Lin was so hot that his head was filled with gold stars, and gasped, he said, "Boss, you can't put so much chili next time! Look at my mouth and face, it looks like I've put rouge on it." And lipstick!"

"Hey!" The boss laughed and said, "What kind of cold noodles are not spicy! Come again next time!"

Qi Lin had a stomachache and couldn't walk fast. When he was walking, he stopped at the Xiaonanmen Gate. He saw that there were only 10 minutes left before class.

"This road..." He looked at the avenue with pear blossoms like snow, and suddenly felt melancholy, "Why is it so long?"

The Academy of Fine Arts is very large, and many students have bicycles, and they can ride across this long tree-lined road in a "swish".

But Qi Lin was embarrassed to tell Qi Wenjiu and Cui Yi that he wanted to buy a bicycle.

Because there are many mountain roads in Yuecheng, except for a few colleges and universities, there are no cyclists in other places, and there are no bicycle lanes on the road.

"Forget it, what kind of bicycle do you want?" Qi Lin took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the fragrance of pear blossoms, "My long legs are the wheels of history!"

The boy with glasses who just passed by: "..."

There are more boys in the first year of high school than in the second year, so Qi Lincai ran wildly on the boulevard, facing the pear petals and wearing the sunset light, regardless of the eyes of others.

Unfortunately, after running more than 100 meters, I stopped because of stomach pain.

"Oh shit!" Qi Lin bowed his back, panting with his hands on his knees, "Dad is so hot."

But delicious.

I will eat it next time!

Several new teaching buildings in the distance have already started to ring the preparatory bell, Qi Lin straightened up and continued to run with all his might.

But the slower and slower he ran, the air was like a pair of soft hands, crying and yelling to hold him back.

Hi!He thought, my imagination is really rich!

At this time, a bicycle passed by him at a moderate speed, throwing him a figure with a drawing board on his back.

Qi Lin's eyes lit up!

The undergraduates and postgraduates of the Academy of Fine Arts do not attend classes in the old teaching building in the South District. The row of houses by the lake has long been the site of the interest class. This person is carrying a drawing board, that is the student of the art interest class.

It's a classmate, so it's easy to talk.

"Classmate!" Qi Lin shouted while chasing, "Classmate! Wait for me!"

The boy in a gray sweater and jeans continued to ride without stopping.

Qi Lin endured the stomachache, and chased even more vigorously, "Student! I'm calling you! That classmate who carries a drawing board, wears gray clothes, and has extremely long legs!"

The boy seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally stopped and glanced sideways.

When he saw the other party's face clearly, Qi Lin froze for a moment.

As a top grader in No. [-] middle school, he is quite confident in his appearance, and easily refuses to admit that other men are prettier than him.

But the student in front of him could no longer be described with superficial words like "good-looking".

That is a face!

It's just that Shenyan's expression was cold, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked at him with displeasure.

Qi Lin thought, oh, she is an ice beauty.

But as long as he is warm enough, even the ice on the Himalayas must be obediently melted by him!

He grinned and ran up, "Student, are you going to Xiangzhi Building for class? You see, you have a drawing board, and I have a drawing board. We must be classmates."

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly, the long and narrow eye tails extended, and the air-conditioning fluttered.

He didn't get an answer, but Qi Lin wasn't discouraged, "I'm with my classmates, give me a lift. There's not enough time."

The boy was unmoved, and from that posture, it seemed that he planned to continue riding forward.

Qi Lin was in a hurry, and grabbed the back seat, "I'm not sitting in your back seat for nothing. I'm very good at drawing. Although I only started learning at the end of last year, I have talent. Which class are you in? I think we are about the same age. Almost, from now on we will sketch together, and I will take you with me."

The boy still had an iceberg face, "Let go."

Qi Lin thought, Grass, the voice is so low, so nice.

At the moment of trance, the boy had already kicked a few meters away.

After reacting, Qi Lin muttered: "Are you still a classmate, so stingy?"

It's useless for a stingy man to have a good face.

Putting himself in his shoes, Qi Lin felt that if he was stopped by a classmate halfway, he would definitely give him a ride.

This is called quality and responsibility.

However, Qi Lin's anger came and went quickly, and he was no longer angry when he rushed to the classroom.

"You're late." Said Jiang Yue, who was in the same class.

"Ms. Li hasn't come yet?" Qi Lin looked towards the door while setting up the drawing board, "Hey, did you see a handsome guy when you came? A handsome guy with a very good-looking face, but a smelly smell."

Jiang Yue was dumbfounded, "Smelly? What kind of smell? Foot or body odor?"

"Damn!" Qi Lin gave Jiang Yue an elbow, "Are you disgusting, I seem to smell it!"

"Didn't you say it stinks?"

"I mean his face stinks!"

Jiang Yue thought for a while, and said doglegly: "No! Which handsome guy is as handsome as you?"

Qi Lin was a little proud, "He's really handsome than me. He's also in our interest class, but I don't know which small class it's from."

"Fuck! Are you interested in men?"

"What the hell? It's just a mess."

While chatting, the teacher came.Qi Lin quickly made a "shh" gesture to Jiang Yue, "Take a good class."

The phrase "take a good class" is sincere.

Qi Lin loves to play like most boys of the same age, but as soon as he takes art class, his heart calms down and he studies very seriously.

After class at 09:30, there was a lot of noise in the corridor.

Qi Lin was thinking about the handsome guy who refused to give him a hand, so he went to the classrooms to look around, but he couldn't find anyone.

"Tch, slipped away so soon?"

As usual, Qi Lin likes Saturdays and Sundays the most, because he doesn't have to worry about Lao Liu occupying his time after school, and he can paint in the Academy of Fine Arts all day.

Interest classes are divided into several grades, and advanced classes are on another floor.Qi Lin's junior high school classmate and school teammate Wang Xiaoai is in the advanced class.

But Qi Lin didn't care to look for him.

This buddy is not authentic, he sneaks into key classes by relying on special skills to get points.

Half a month had passed since the episode of being rejected by the handsome guy, the pear blossoms on the boulevard had withered and the trees were lush.

Qi Lin forgot about the pain when his scar healed, and the stomach ache from eating cold noodles last time was completely forgotten in a blink of an eye.

At noon on Saturday, don't worry about being late for the afternoon class.Qi Lin and Jiang Yue went to eat cold noodles together, and after eating they were so hot that they bit their tongues again, so they bought a mint popsicle and walked to the campus.

There are many people on the boulevard.

Although there are no undergraduate teaching buildings in the South District, it is an old campus after all, with beautiful scenery. On weekends, students and nearby residents come in for a walk.

Qi Lin was walking when he was suddenly stopped.

It's a girl with a ponytail.

"Student, do you know which direction Lin Honglou is in?" the girl asked.

"This is the South District, and Lin Honglou is in the West District." Qi Linte had a helpful spirit, "Go that way, then turn right..."

As he said that, Qi Lin waved his hand holding the mint popsicle to the right, intending to show the girl the way, but he hit something.

To be precise, it was a human chest.

Qi Lin turned around, and was about to say "I'm sorry", but saw his unsatisfactory popsicle patted on the white shirt of the man.

Looking up, four eyes met, and Qi Lin saw a familiar face.

Oh—excuse me?