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A lot can happen in ten years.

Ten years ago, many things could have happened.

What Yan Luoqing was most proud of in high school was not his perfect score in mathematics, but his paintings.

That's right, Yan Luoqing likes to draw.Although this can't be seen from him at all now.

He is best at landscape painting in traditional Chinese painting, and one of his paintings won the second prize at the provincial level, which is Twin Peaks.Later, it was collected by the school and mounted in the museum of student works.It was his most satisfying painting in high school, bar none.

At a parents' meeting in the second semester of the first grade of high school, the teacher took out Yan Luoqing's painting and hung it on the back wall of the classroom.

The next day, as soon as Yan Luoqing came to the classroom, she felt the strange smiles of her classmates.

He followed everyone's line of sight to the back wall covered with student works, and saw his paintings hanging there quietly.Taking a closer look, he gasped.The two majestic and beautiful twin peaks have been painted into two plump breasts, and the two nipples stand proudly.

Yan Luoqing immediately found the murderer.

To be precise, the murderer threw himself into the trap.

Zhao Zuoer forced to show off in front of everyone, "I don't know who drew that stupid painting, it's so boring, look at my magical brushwork, it immediately turned decay into magic."

Yan Luoqing regained consciousness from her memory and looked at Zhao Zuo.

Zhao Zuo said to himself: "It's just a painting, you remember it till now? As for what?"

"Just?"

Since then, until now, Yan Luoqing has never painted again.Because as soon as he picked up the paintbrush, he would think of those breasts, and suddenly he had no inspiration.

By now, he has no interest in painting.When I think about it occasionally, it's just a very distant thing.

Zhao Zuo felt his chill, stepped back, and said angrily, "You almost drowned me that day, and you caused me to be misunderstood to commit suicide, and I was locked up in a mental hospital for a month of psychological treatment. Isn't that enough?"

Yan Luoqing shrugged her shoulders and smiled coldly: "I didn't save you, so you can stand here and argue with me? Are you cheating on me later? Exchange my drink for paint? Secretly exchange my pen refill before the exam Into a hollow core?...You count yourself, want to settle accounts? Do you want a duel?"

"You remember the big sesame." Zhao Zuo leaned against the tree trunk behind him and smiled. He said, "Whatever it is, it happened ten years ago. Now that your company has cooperated with our magazine, look up I don't see you looking down, do you have the energy to quarrel over these things every time?" After a pause, "Otherwise...how much is your bank account?"

The next morning, Yan Luoqing suddenly received a reminder from the SMS bank that the account had an extra [-] yuan.

Remitter: Zhao Zuo.

Additional message: Compensation for your painting, cleared, goodbye.

Yan Luoqing threw the phone aside in a fit of laughter, while drinking the coffee, she felt the bitter taste of the black coffee extending from her mouth to her heart, to every corner of her body.

Memories are like vagrants fleeing from the bottom of their heads, floating from one corner of the mind to another, living in no fixed place, but still unable to escape from that circle.

He once cherished that painting very much.

That day, what was destroyed was not only the painting, but also his youthful pride.

Although it has been burnt to pieces by myself when I was young, it will always be framed in the depths of my memory.

But seeing the [-] newly transferred into the account, Yan Luoqing suddenly felt that the painting was not so important.

In other words, he suddenly discovered that if the time could go back to 6 months ago, then he would rather this painting never appeared in his life.