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So when Lin Yizhou came, he saw Fang Mushen holding milk tea and a paintbrush in one hand, and a bottle of mineral water dripping at his feet.It looks so nourishing and happy.

He looked down at the popsicle in his hand, and finally walked up to Fang Mushen, took it apart and stuffed it into his mouth.

In fact, Lin Yizhou doesn't like ice cream and other desserts very much, and the one in his mouth is also what he planned to buy for Fang Mushen.It was so sweet that Lin Yizhou felt a little voiceless, and even began to regret why he didn't buy old popsicles.

However, Fang Mushen seemed to have eyes behind his head, and the moment Lin Yizhou took the first bite of the popsicle, he immediately turned around: "Lin Yizhou, how can you eat alone!"

He accused Lin Yizhou of his behavior righteously, and then carefully put the milk tea in his hand behind the bucket.

However, Fang Mushen's action was still a bit late.While being accused by Fang Mushen, Lin Yizhou raised his chin slightly, motioning him to look at his milk tea.

"Ahem, how do you know I'm here today?" Fang Mushen knew he was in the wrong, coughed twice and changed the subject quickly.

Lin Yizhou chewed the ice cream, and said with a little slurred speech: "Maybe this is the fate between us, I can meet you whenever I take a walk."

This is of course not entirely true.Long before they started sketching, Lin Yizhou asked Qi Zhiheng to ask Feng Xinghao where they would sketch today.

Although Feng Xinghao didn't know where Fang Mushen would be, it gave him some possibilities.Among them is the dock.

Knowing a few possibilities, Lin Yizhou didn't go out to find Fang Mushen, but wandered casually in Tongwu.

He was originally a southerner, and he had seen not many ancient towns, but they were indeed not few.However, the ancient town in the north has a different feeling. If the ancient town in the south is a gentle and virtuous girl, then the ancient town in the north may be more like the daughter of the general's family, which is more heroic.

After eating the ice cream in two or three bites, Lin Yizhou was about to find a trash can when he saw an empty milk tea cup in his sight.

"Woohoo." Fang Mushen's cheeks were bulging, probably to save a few steps, and before Lin Yizhou walked away, he drank all the remaining milk tea.

Lin Yizhou reluctantly took the cup: "Drink in such a hurry, are you afraid of choking?"

However, Lin Yizhou's mouth seemed to be open. As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Mushen tilted his head, covered his mouth and coughed.

After coughing out all the milk tea stuck in his throat, Fang Mu panted deeply, and gave Lin Yizhou a vicious look: "Crow mouth!"

It was just because of the violent cough just now that his eyes were slightly red at the moment, as if he had just been bullied and cried. Not only did he not have the slightest deterrent effect, but on the contrary, he seemed a little coquettish.

If it was before, Lin Yizhou would doubt again why he would come to Tongwu to "encounter" Fang Mushen instead of enjoying the good vacation.It's just that Fang Mushen gave him such a stare, but he was a little lost.

Lin Yizhou touched his nose and coughed a few times uncomfortably: "I'll go find a trash can."

Because of what happened just now, Fang Mushen didn't pay attention to Lin Yizhou at all, he didn't even want to raise his head, and focused on his painting.

When the sun quietly moved its position and the lake surface was covered with a layer of lazy sunlight, Lin Yizhou still did not appear.

Fang Mu frowned deeply, and complained in a low voice: "I'm afraid Lin Yizhou threw himself into the trash can too." After speaking, he looked at his own painting, and the content of his painting today is completely different from yesterday's.

Just looking at the group of people in front of him, Fang Mushen couldn't help but think of what Feng Xinghao said to him last night.

Fang Mushen couldn't help but stop the paintbrush in his hand, and what appeared in his mind was the figure of Lin Yizhou.

Slender and straight legs, tight waistline, and above... Although he has never seen Lin Yizhou with his upper body bare, but with Fang Mushen's excellent body proportions, it is not difficult for him to imagine Lin Yizhou The demeanor of the upper body.

However, when he thought of Lin Yizhou's face, he still couldn't help shivering.The originally charming scene disappeared in an instant, and what remained in his mind were only Lin Yizhou's bad character and the various practice questions he had been given.

Thinking of this, Fang Mushen's face drooped instantly, and he even began to hope that someone could really throw himself into the trash can.

Afterwards, Fang Mushen made up a picture of Lin Yizhou holding the lid of the trash can, with all kinds of garbage piled up around him.All the previous unhappiness disappeared instantly at this moment, even when he continued to color and paint, he couldn't help humming a little song.

But maybe it was because Fang Mushen had wasted too much time before, and when he received Zhao Xuefeng's message, he realized that he was still missing five or six colors.

But it was too late, even if he was only short of the last bit of grooming, the time for the "exam" was finally here.

Fang Mu sighed deeply, and while packing up his painting tools, he couldn't help but cover Lin Yizhou with the pot that he hadn't finished his homework.

"Mushen!" Fang Mushen heard Feng Xinghao's voice as soon as he arrived at the B&B.

Feng Xinghao: "Mu Shen, I am today! Before the deadline! I finished the painting!"

Feng Xinghao's excitement was not without reason.After all, he is a late-stage procrastinator, and very few of them can finish homework on time without the teacher's supervision or supervision, let alone this time, he finished it ahead of schedule.

But compared to Feng Xinghao, Fang Mushen obviously couldn't be happier. He twitched the corners of his mouth and leaned his head on Feng Xinghao's shoulder: "Little Xinghao, I'm done..."

"What's wrong?" Feng Xinghao felt even more excited when he heard Fang Mushen's unstoppable disappointment, and even ignored Fang Mushen's address for him for a while.

Fang Mushen raised his head slowly, forced a smile and said, "There are still some of my paintings that I haven't finished yet..."

As soon as Fang Mushen finished speaking, Feng Xinghao couldn't help widening his eyes, and said in disbelief, "You? Didn't finish the painting?"

After seeing Fang Mu nod deeply, Feng Xinghao clicked his lips, with an expression of helplessness.

It's just that they are bad friends after all, the worry on Feng Xinghao's face turned into gloating within a few seconds: "Oh, I didn't expect that good students would sometimes fail to hand in their homework. I don't know if Teacher Zhao will Will I be open to you?"

The result is naturally impossible.

Although Fang Mushen was considered Zhao Xuefeng's proud student, when the student he admired the most failed to achieve his goal, he would punish him accordingly.

And this punishment also brought with it Mr. Zhao's long-standing preferential treatment for good students-doubling the sketches.

The next day, looking at the forty or so sketch papers in front of him, Fang Mushen felt the deep "love" from Zhao Xuefeng for the first time.

"Lin Yizhou, next time you come to my house, you'd better wear something thicker!"

Fang Mu gritted his teeth and took out his phone, sending this message to Lin Yizhou.

Lin Yizhou who was still visiting the small bar with Qi Zhiheng: "?"

"Hey, does Mu Shen still have time to send messages to friends?"

Fang Mushen, who was about to put away his phone, suddenly heard a familiar voice from Teacher Zhao Xuefeng behind him.

He straightened his back almost subconsciously, took the sketchbook in front of him very quickly, turned his head and said in a very obedient tone: "Mr. Zhao, where are we going to draw sketches? Is it in the classroom?"

"Yes, student Fang Mushen." Zhao Xuefeng replied with a smile.

However, besides Fang Mushen, there is only Zhao Xuefeng in the classroom at this moment.Could it be possible that these forty or so sketches all have to draw Zhao Xuefeng? !

Fang Mushen's smile froze a little, he tentatively said after thinking for a few seconds: "That..."

However, Zhao Xuefeng seemed to have already guessed what he wanted to say, and pointed out the window.After receiving the order, Fang Mushen obediently moved the chair to the window.

I saw this dim sum shop just outside the window.

An ingenious mother-in-law is kneading various kinds of dough in the house, and the old man next to her, who seems to be his husband, is responsible for putting the kneaded animal dough into the steamer. After finishing these, the old man ran out to greet the guests .

Because there are many types of pastries and the shapes are very cute, there are also many customers.Many parents buy one or two for their children.

"Draw them." Zhao Xuefeng said, and moved a chair with his sketchbook and charcoal pencils, and sat next to Fang Mushen, "Want to take a look?"

Fang Mushen turned to look at him with some doubts, not knowing what Zhao Xuefeng meant by "look".

However, Zhao Xuefeng didn't say anything.His eyes swept across the crowd, and then he seemed to lock on to someone among them, and then picked up a pen to draw on the sketchbook.

During this process, Fang Mushen didn't start to draw, but compared Zhao Xuefeng's gradually clear human figure on the drawing paper, looking for his target among the crowd of people not far away.

Perhaps it was because the dim sum that the person wanted to buy had already been sold out before, but they hadn't had time to steam it yet.

In short, after six or seven minutes, Fang Mushen had locked onto the young man wearing glasses, who occasionally lowered his head and chatted with the girls around him.

After a while, Zhao Xuefeng stopped writing and let out a breath, then turned his head to look at Fang Mushen: "Did you see anything?"

Fang Mu looked down at the sketch that he had just finished, and turned his head to look at the passerby that Zhao Xuefeng was comparing.

He said: "The details of the face, and...movements." After speaking, Fang Mu paused for a while, stood up, took a deep breath, and bowed slightly to Zhao Xuefeng, "Thank you, Teacher Zhao."

Zhao Xuefeng accepted his thanks with a smile: "You're welcome, just sit here today and draw the owner and customers of the pastry shop. Let's hand in twelve or thirteen pictures before noon, and I'll go to Tongwu to see if I can I can't find you a companion."

Although Zhao Xuefeng said it very easily, Fang Mushen still couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for the students who were sketching.

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Dismissal.