Years are warm

Most of the time, there are more language classes than business classes. Xie Zhiyao and Xu Huai'an's class schedules are basically staggered. Occasionally, when Xu Huai'an is free, he will follow Xie Zhiyao to attend two classes. The class gave her a little foundation in French, but she was in a fog when she listened deeply. Usually at this time, Xie Zhiyao would take out her mobile phone and type to explain to her.

Once, the teacher of the comprehensive class happened to pick up Xu Huai'an who came to accompany her in class, and looked at her and said why I don't have much impression of you.At that time, Xu Huai'an was still flipping through the abstract of the next paper, and he was a little embarrassed when he heard him say that.

That's right, she is not from the outer court, so it's strange to have an impression.

In the end, she explained that she was here for class, and Xie Zhiyao wrote the answer in the notebook and quietly pushed her over, so the teacher in class let her go.

Afterwards, Li Siyuan heard about this in the group, and laughed and said that you, a top student, will need someone to give you the answer one day.

Xu Huai'an could only sigh helplessly and said that there is a specialization in the art industry, and he can't force it.

In fact, if she is not busy, she doesn't mind learning a little language along with her, but Lin Tongzhang's ten papers are really a headache to read, and Qingyun's lecture progress is fast, but it is actually not easy.

In addition to the courses of this major, Xie Zhiyao actually took some time to look through the schedule of the Academy of Fine Arts, and occasionally went to two classes.

Coincidentally, the teacher of the western art history class she was rubbing against was really Gu Xinci.

After listening to a few classes, she simply took it as her own professional class, not because of anything else, but because Gu Xinci is really good at speaking.The logical order makes people feel comfortable but not boring, that is, every class has homework.

She recognized people, so Xie Zhiyao handed in the homework with the students of the Academy of Fine Arts.Gu Xinci looked at her twice more, with a little scrutiny.

"I always feel that she knows that I am not from the Academy of Fine Arts." Xie Zhiyao told Xu Huai'an after coming out of the library on weekends.

"It doesn't matter, it's not that you are not allowed to skip class, you also handed in her homework, didn't you?" Xu Huaian smiled, "But speaking of it, neither of us seems to have gone out much."

Someone else fell in love in college. After class, they go to the playground and go out to watch movies. Their date is to do homework in the library. How can there be any reason for this?

Xie Zhiyao blinked his eyes, hooked her hand and shook it, and said, "Then...do you want to travel on National Day?"

After class next week is the National Day holiday. It is impossible to go home for seven days. It is too worthless to buy a plane ticket to go back for these seven days, but it is impossible to be bored in school and think about it. The ancient town near Linjiang Quite a lot, it is better to play for a few days.

Xu Huai'an smiled, nodded and said, "Okay, then think about where to go."

As a result, the two of them found a milk tea shop to discuss all afternoon and made a rough plan.

But what Xie Zhiyao didn't expect was that Gu Xinci really walked down from the podium and stopped in front of her after the art history was completed on Tuesday.

"Xie Zhiyao?" She knocked on her table lightly, "Come with me."

As he spoke, he stepped out.

Xie Zhiyao was taken aback, quickly packed up his things and followed.

The other party took her back to the office.

After Gu Xinci sat down, he raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently. She obviously didn't say anything else, but Xie Zhiyao, who was standing in front of her, tensed his back subconsciously.

"French major, from the outer school." She pursed her lips, and put the roster on the table, "You didn't choose my class. Why do you come to attend class after class? Interested?"

Nowadays, children choose courses either because they open the elective courses to find a good one to get points, or because of their interest. Gu Xinci does not think that she chooses her own courses as the former. She is quite self-aware of her reputation in school. of.

What's more, this is not the class she really chose, but she just spent her private time here to take the class.The courses for language majors have not been easy. She is still a minor language learner, and there are too many things to make up for the foundation in the first two years.

Xie Zhiyao nodded, looking at her a little uneasy.

Gu Xinci casually picked up the one that was on the table, flipped through the homework that was just handed in for this class, found hers and put it on the top.

She doesn't like electronic and printed homework. She always asks students to hand in their handwriting. There are homework in every class, but the amount is not too large. She will make a few comments every time she reads it. She will also correct the homework below, which really pleases the students.

But she never mentioned homework in person.

"Take it back by the way." Gu Xinci pushed the notebook in front of her, stood up and took a bunch of keys next to her, "Come with me."

Xie Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he immediately chased after him with good things.

Gu Xinci led her up two flights of stairs and turned into a secluded corridor.She picked up the bunch of keys, found one and opened the lock.

"Come in."

This is a well-cleaned art classroom, but this place should not belong to the category of teaching classrooms, otherwise Gu Xinci would not be able to get the key, so...

It is estimated that this is the studio assigned by the school to the teachers of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Xie Zhiyao followed her in slowly with his schoolbag in his arms, and looked around.

She had seen a few paintings, which had been exhibited at previous exhibitions, but the one hanging in the center... She blinked her eyes twice.How do you feel that the style and strokes are so different from others?

Gu Xinci noticed her small movements, she subconsciously curled up her palms, and lightly rubbed her thumbs over the knuckles of her ring finger, only to realize that it was empty there.

When she was teaching color in the last class, she took off the ring to prevent the paint from getting on the ring.

"Teacher Gu?" Xie Zhiyao turned his head, saw her looking down, and called softly.

Gu Xinci's eyelashes fluttered twice, took a deep breath, walked over to set up the easel, picked up the pen holder and a few other gadgets on the table and set it up.

"You wrote it before, and you want to enter the Academy of Fine Arts across majors." She turned her head, handed over the sharpened pen, her eyes were deep, "Try it? Draw these, no need to color."

Xie Zhiyao was stunned for two seconds, looking straight into her eyes.

She's not joking.

Although he didn't know why this teacher who scared away many students from the Academy of Fine Arts paid special attention to him, Xie Zhiyao raised his hand and took the pen after hesitating for a while.

At least, it's a chance, isn't it?Not everyone has the opportunity to fall into the eyes of this teacher Gu.

Xie Zhiyao was numb when he came out of the art room.

She was actually very fast at drawing, Gu Xinci didn't ask for anything, he just asked her to follow the drawing, of course it was faster.But after that, Gu Xinci glanced at the things she handed over, and shook his head directly.

"The foundation is not good."

This is actually not unexpected, after all, she is not a serious art student, if the teacher who has seen too many famous works praises her painting for the first time, it will be a ghost.

So she stayed there all afternoon. Gu Xinci didn't teach her anything. He threw two books over and asked her to read the chapters and pages. One was pushed over.

The two paintings are placed together, and the judgment is judged.

Gu Xinci didn't ask her anything, but only said that she could imitate and try, and that she could continue to read the book. The basics can't be made up overnight. If you owe the time, you will naturally have to redouble your efforts.

Then they put the key on the table and left.

Xie Zhiyao tossed and tossed all afternoon, but she was not satisfied. In the end, she left because Xu Huai'an asked where she was after class, and she came back to realize that it was almost six o'clock, so she could only leave the papers. After tidying up the scrapped drawings, he picked up the key and locked the door.

Xu Huaian waited downstairs for a while. She had just finished class and was still holding a high math book in her hand. When she heard footsteps and turned her head, she saw her girlfriend walking down the stairs with a dejected expression on her face.

"Why is it like this?"

Xie Zhiyao lowered his head, raised his eyes and saw that she immediately opened her arms and threw herself into her arms.

"Ugh-"

Xu Huai'an was startled by her, and quickly reached out to protect her waist, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"No, I'm so tired after painting all afternoon..." Xie Zhiyao put his hands around her neck, rubbed hard on the soft fabric a few times and muttered, "And I feel like I painted it in the end. What rubbish..."

Especially compared with the one sketched by Gu Xinci, it's just garbage among garbage!

Although she also forgot, even if a real student of the Academy of Fine Arts stands here and draws the same thing, in the eyes of Gu Xinci, it is probably just a little tidy garbage.

It's all rubbish anyway, no difference.

Xu Huai'an patted her head, hesitated for a long time and didn't know how to comfort her, so he whispered: "It's okay, next time will definitely be better than now, but... aren't you studying Western art history?"

Do you have to go to the art room for this class?

"Yeah..." Xie Zhiyao raised his head, still didn't let go, and told her the story in this posture, and finally he didn't forget to pour out the bitter water, "I thought my painting was okay, but now... oh. "

"That's different, she's a teacher." Xu Huaian pursed his lower lip, leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth, but he blushed first, so he could only change the subject to cover up, "Are you hungry?"

Xie Zhiyao rolled his eyes, pulled her to kiss again, and then said: "Hungry, let's go eat."

Haste makes waste, she still understands this truth.

At the end of September, the day and night are equinox. At this point, the sky has gradually darkened. The wind blows the magnolias rustling, and the autumn wind seems to bring the unknown laurel.

Gu Xinci stood in front of the window of the office, watching the two girls downstairs holding hands and slowly walking away, his eyes were a bit cloudy.

The light dimmed little by little, the lights in the office were not turned on, and the woman stood by the window with her back straight, like a statue standing silently.

From the north playground, there seemed to be shouts of boys playing basketball as time went by.

She finally turned around slowly after a long silence, reached out to pick up the mobile phone by the table, and broadcast a number.

"Hello, Professor Ye? I want to ask you a student."

The other side of the phone agreed twice, and asked a few details along the way before hanging up the phone.

The light on the phone screen dimmed, and Gu Xinci stood in the darkness, sighing silently.

"Actually, I can hardly remember what you look like." She closed her eyes wearily, as if she was talking to herself or talking to someone, "There are not so many coincidences in this world, I know Yes. But..."

but what?She didn't go any further, and silently hid the second half of the sentence in her heart.

But she was indeed hoping for a ridiculous coincidence.

The author has something to say:

Other couples: sticky every day.

These two: don’t ask, asking is learning (bushi)