You can't imagine the happiness of double A

Sun Zhaole:? ? ?

What on and off, what frustration, what temperance? ?

Why can't he understand these words in one sentence?

"You, what do you mean?" Sun Zhaole asked in a daze.

Qin Ye didn't answer.He thought he had fulfilled his duty of reminder, and whether Sun Zhaole listened to the persuasion was not his business.

Sun Zhaole asked: "When did I separate and reunite?"

Reminiscent of the smell problem just now, Sun Zhaole picked up the collar and smelled the smell on his body, "Damn", and said very speechlessly: "It's turpentine, I use it for painting."

Turpentine is used to dilute the paint, and it is volatile quickly, but it will make the painting look gray after drying.The painting that Sun Zhaole wanted to paint before kept its luster, so instead of using turpentine, he used toning oil. Although the painting dries slowly, it does not affect the luster.

Now I am just practicing in the studio, so I will naturally use turpentine.In fact, there are also odorless turpentine oils, but Sun Zhaole likes the smell of this oil, which is the smell of oil paintings, so he always uses the scented ones.

"I didn't separate and combine." This sentence was a bit ambiguous, and Sun Zhaole said again: "I don't have an Omega either, and I have always been very restrained!"

He hissed, feeling that the explanation was weird, and simply changed the subject, "Can't cats smell this?"

Qin Ye's face seemed to warm up a little, and he said, "It's not necessarily impossible to smell it, cats also have smells they like and don't like, maybe they just don't like it."

Sun Zhaole suddenly realized, no wonder the cat disliked him even more than before.

It turned out that he was throwing a temper tantrum.

It's also what Teacher Qin is used to.

Sun Zhaole thought of the stickiness of the cat when he first saw it, and suddenly felt a sense of vicissitudes.

to finish.

The walls of Goupie are in jeopardy.

Before going to bed, Qin Ye brought him a blindfold and said, "The curtains in your room are light-transmitting. Now it's early morning, so you can wear a blindfold in the morning."

Sun Zhaole is very sensitive to light, and couldn't sleep in bright light, so he bought an opaque bed curtain.I'm used to this, and I happen to have to get up early these two days, and I didn't expect this when I moved.

He took the blindfold and thanked him.

The conversation should be over, Qin Ye said again: "The weather is still cold now, wear more clothes when you go out at night, don't feel like your arms are so cold like last time?"

Sun Zhaole's brows twitched, and he felt that his tone of voice was particularly like a father - if he had a father.

Sun Zhaole has two mothers, the two mothers have very similar styles of raising children, and they both pay close attention to his every move. When he was a child, he observed other fathers, and the fathers seemed to prefer to raise their children free-range.

Now the role of the father in his fantasy began to be replaced by Qin Ye's face.

"........."

crazy.

First imagine him as a sweet and soft Omega, and now imagine him as a father.

It's crazy.

Sun Zhaole said blankly: "Understood, good night."

Before the photo contest and singer contest started, Sun Zhaole was busy again.

D University passed the exam.

Their school exams are later than other schools, and the work schedule is more intense, because the results will be announced and reported later, and they are all tight against time.

People from the volunteer department are in charge of volunteers guiding candidates. Sun Zhaole arranged for the handover of the previous links, completed the procedures to be done, and signed up for volunteer services on the day of the school exam.

His volunteer time is really horrible.

D University is not just a college of fine arts, but other well-known majors include calligraphy, broadcasting and hosting.Therefore, even if the exam is held on the weekend, there are still people coming and going on the campus, crowded, and even more lively than usual.

D University always rains during major events or important exams, and this day is no exception.The sky was gloomy, with dark clouds gathering, showing a dark gray.The air was very humid, and Sun Zhaole's hair was limp after washing last night.

The rain started at ten o'clock, and Sun Zhaole didn't bring an umbrella when he went out, so he could only run around rubbing against his partner's umbrella when he volunteered.

Dozens of volunteers were divided into several groups to complete tasks such as guiding students for school exams, delivering documents for teachers, and inspecting the exam room.Sun Zhaole was assigned to the guide group, who specially guided the students who didn't know the way or couldn't find the way.

It’s just that the weather was unpredictable. Not only did he not bring an umbrella, but he was wearing new shoes that he hadn’t taken out a few times today. After walking in the rain for so many times in the morning, he was already stained.

Looking down again, the road is slippery in rainy days, and the dirty water splashed on the road splashed on the trousers.

And this lace umbrella in his hand really made the macho cry.

Sun Zhaole was disgusted enough by himself, and after finishing a guide, he went back to the volunteer site, and saw parents clamoring around there from a distance.

He frowned, and his face became even more stinky.The road is blocked in rainy days, the road condition is already very bad, and there are still people arguing here.

"Is this the attitude of your volunteer service? Ah! If my son's exam is affected today, you just wait for me!"

Several volunteers noticed him approaching, and immediately cast a look of help, "President."

The parents around the volunteer point turned around, "What kind of president are you? Can you be the master? These students just touched my son and knocked my son's painting bag to the ground!"

The parents put the painting bag dripping with dirty water in front of Sun Zhaole, and said angrily: "That's how you treat them?! The students in the art school have such poor grades, they really have no quality!"

With so many art students in the past, it is amazing that this pair of parents can say such words without any scruples.But after all, he is a parent, Sun Zhaole frowned after listening, his face was so dark that he could immediately drip black water, and asked the volunteers: "Is this so?"

"Well, but Ronaldinho didn't do it on purpose. He was in a hurry to send the documents, and the road was slippery, so he sprained. We have apologized and are willing to compensate, but they are not willing to accept it." Several volunteers in red vests Mostly wet, with an irritable look on his face, it's really unfortunate that such a bad weather has such a bad thing.

"Just apologize and lose money? It's too easy for you to think!"

Sun Zhaole looked at the silent boy on the side: "Have you checked the brush tool? If it is damaged, replace it as soon as possible."

The boy looked up at him, and quickly took the painting bag from his parents' hands and checked it.

Sun Zhaole turned to the two parents, "If you are not satisfied with our volunteer services, you can go to the complaint platform to complain."

The small umbrella didn't cover people well, and the rain hit his brows and eyes, forming a thin stream of water and dripping from his cheeks. He wiped it and continued: "The most important thing now is your child's exam. If you miss the registration, you will be punished." Waiting until next year, if the exam is the most important thing, you are just wasting time here."

His face was cold and solemn, which made the already damp and cold air a few degrees lower, "Also, your children can be considered as art students, and parents should know best whether they have the quality."

Their son is also an art student, and when he scolded the art students for their poor quality, when he said it was their own poor quality.When he uttered a curse word in such a tactful manner, the parents' faces turned green and pale, and they didn't know how to refute.

No matter how you refute, it's like admitting that you have no quality.

Sun Zhaole had prestige in the student union, and when he opened his mouth, everyone and the students who had been watching the show seemed to have a backbone, and you spoke one after another.

The parent was about to have a fit, but the boy checked the painting tools and said, "It's not broken."

"I just thought it was not broken! A few broken pens all look the same, what's the use of buying so many! It's a shame!"

Sun Zhaole watched coldly.The boy opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

When the situation was about to reach a stalemate, a soft female voice came from behind him: "Lin Ming? What a coincidence, did you drop your painting bag on the floor? I just have a spare, take it."

"Thank you, thank you, Xiao Shuang."

Someone gave it down the steps, and the parents saw that they couldn't get it right, so after a few harsh words, they dragged their son away with hatred.

"What kind of parents are you? They scolded even their own son."

"I guess I can't get used to children studying art. They can really talk, and they are not afraid of being beaten."

"I'm so speechless."

The girl who made the rescue just now said with a smile, "We are classmates in high school, and his parents have that kind of personality, so they wouldn't really complain. Excuse me, how do I get to the rest room?"

On the way to the lounge.

"Senior, your umbrella is so cute."

Sun Zhaole held a pink lace umbrella expressionlessly, and led people to the lounge, "It's not mine."

"That's cute too," the girl tugged at the bulky painting bag, looked at Sun Zhaole curiously, and spoke slowly, "Senior, what is your major?"

"Painted."

"My brother also majors in oil painting," the girl smiled, "I also want to take the oil painting test. I heard that real models will be used for the sketch test this year. Is this true?"

There are two exams for painting, color and sketch.

The color is generally in the form of gouache or watercolor, allowing candidates to complete a colorful still life picture.The sketch is a portrait sketch, but because professional models are hard to find now, and there are too many candidates, the general operation is to use photos of people.

Sun Zhaole didn't pay much attention to the reform of the school examination, nor did he pay attention to the content of the examination, so he directly said that he didn't know.

The girl was not disappointed. She flicked her ponytail and walked to the eaves of the reception building. The lounge was in the reception building. Sun Zhaole stopped in front of the steps.

"Goodbye senior, I hope to have the opportunity to be your junior."

Sun Zhaole hummed, the task was completed, and walked back without hesitation.

After walking a few steps, I met Dong Xianing.The temperature in the rainy day dropped drastically, and the indoor temperature was less than ten degrees. This man was wearing an eye-catching red dress, with curly hair and red lips, and stepped on small high heels. He did not know how many eyes he had attracted as he walked along.

When she walked in front of her, there was a strong smell of perfume, Sun Zhaole frowned tightly, and his whole face turned dark.

"Sun Zhaole, your umbrella is really pretty."

Sun Zhaole pinched his nose: "Stay away."

Dong Xianing chuckled, and cast a wink at the passing boy, "What's the matter? Tell me the girl's name just now, and I'll leave right away."

"What girl?"

"Just the one you guided over, don't be stupid, I saw you talking to her."

"I know I have to tell you?"

"..." Dong Xia Ning rolled his eyes, "I don't know what to do if it's pulled down!"

Back at the volunteer site, Sun Zhaole's fingertips were red from the cold, and he poked his fingers stiffly to check for new news.Then he saw the WeChat message Qin Ye sent him.

Wechat was only added a few days ago, and Sun Zhaole didn't give him a note, so his screen name was displayed.

Qin: It's going to rain today, you didn't bring an umbrella.

Looking at the time, it should be when he arrived at school not long ago.

His hands were too cold, Sun Zhaole could only poke the keyboard with his index finger stiffly and slowly.

Broken paintings collect scrap copper and rotten iron: I just saw the news.

Qin Ye was at home on weekends and returned almost instantly.

Qin: Shall I pick you up in the afternoon?

Sun Zhaole typed slowly, before finishing this sentence, the news from Qin Ye came again.

Qin: Is there anything you want to eat?I will cook first.

At this moment, many things flashed through Sun Zhaole's mind, such as the splashed trousers and new shoes, the lace umbrella that didn't fit his fierce A status, and the warm and clean living room of Qin Ye's house.

Broken paintings collect scrap copper and rotten iron: OK, I will finish at 05:30, I have to tidy up for a while, just watch.